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[Hey Im Jordan]

@Dirty Pretty LiesSheets.

[LovelyComplex]

@Dirty Pretty Lies i'm still alive! (gotta do Summer's sheet)

[Joshua Tamashii]

@Dirty Pretty Lies Waiting patiently

[AlteredTundra]

got two collabs in progress, possibly another sometime tomorrow. Might also bring in another character. Not sure if it'll be a familiar face or someone new. Might feel lazy or not.

[Ace of flames01]

I AM STILL ALIVE JUST WAITING

[Hey Im Jordan]

@Dirty Pretty Lies

Ty

Bartimaeus Lucian Locke

"I was hatin' on the world as a little boy
I was lovin' all the girls as a little boy…
It’s time to blow their minds."
-Limp Bizkit

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Name:

Bartimaeus Lucian Locke

Nickname:

Ty
Luci
T

Birth Date:

10/07/1998

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Straight

Relationship Status:

Single

Occupation:

If you ask him, he’s a self-employed game changer

Classification:

Senior

Role:

Jock, duh

In Depth Appearance:

Standing just under his father, at 6’3”, Ty is rather tall, with short black hair and icy blue eyes. He dresses in shirts that are loud and covered in graphics, jeans that cost more than your car, and shoes that cost more than your house. He has an expensive pair of Oakley’s sunglasses that he’s almost always wearing(including inside and at night), and on the few occasions that he isn’t wearing them, they hang from the collar of his shirt. He has a different baseball cap for almost every team in the United States, and a few for record labels he’s fond of.

Admittedly, Ty has a bit of a babyface. But, hey, it gets the panties wet and in the long run, that’s what matters.

Ty is very expressive, often responding to questions or comments with his facial expressions rather than replying with words. His hands move a lot when he talks, and he almost always maintains eye contact with whoever he’s speaking with. There are often little smirks and other suggestive motions when he’s talking to a ladyfriend. He’s very good at moving his eyebrows around, perhaps because of genetics, perhaps because he spent 79898574398574397432648739215907 minutes practicing in front of the mirror. Who knows? Not you.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

• Always wears black sunglasses, even inside or at night
• Chews on straws from soft drinks after finishing them
• Has a large assortment of baseball caps, and usually wears a different one for almost every occasion
• Can roll a coin over his knuckles and does it fairly often
• Has a shoe collection worth way too much money; relaces every pair with different colored laces\
• Can moonwalk
• Knows every Shady Records, Aftermath Records, Funk Volume, and Strange Music song lyric by lyric.

Hobbies:

• Ordering shoes, and then relacing them
• Baking.
• Sleeping. Does that count? It should.
• Watching movies
• Gettin’ lit
• Freestylin’

Likes:

• Female British accents
• Girls that wear glasses
• Ritz crackers, especially the garlic butter kind
• Old Spice’s swagger line
• Terry Crews
• Irish Spring bodywash
• Eevee and its evolutions
• The doge meme
• Ice Cube’s music
• Magik
• Phil Collins
• Rap music

Dislikes:

• Standard laces in his shoes
• Ice Cube’s movies
• People who won’t fuck off when told to fuck off
• European men
• Axe for men shower gel (especially the chocolate kind)
• Scott Summers
• Nintendo products(only likes Mario Kart)

Fears:

• His father
• His grandfather
• Being sent to the military academy

Personality:
♦ Expressive ♦ Self-entitled ♦ Brave ♦ Annoying ♦

Ty is an expressive young man. He prefers to use gestures and facial expressions to show how he feels about things, rather than telling how he feels. As a result, a lot of people don’t know what the fuck he means or what he wants or what he’s saying. He can be confusing at times as a result, but… he doesn’t give a shit.

About anyone or anything, other than himself. He’s self-entitled, on an incredibly short fuse, and extremely egotistical. He knows he’s good, at everything he does, or at least he truly believes he is. His results are usually alright, but his methods can be… abhorrent, from time-to-time. He has a lot of raw potential, but it’s unhoned and will likely remain such unless he gets some kind of motivation to mold into something… less shitty.

For now, though, he’s a young man. He hates the world, and the world hates him, as far as he’s concerned. He’s come to the conclusion that life sucks, and the only good that’s gonna come out of it is sticking it in nice butts. And in that respect, he does a pretty good job for himself. Girls are pretty easy at parties, drugs and alcohol are excellent inhibition lowers.

In most situations, he’s pretty brave, with only a few things really bringing fear out of him. He’s too concerned with winning(or changing) the game of life to care about being afraid. The only things that really scare him are the things that can take him out of the game: his father, his grandfather, and the military academy they both attended as children(although at this point, Ty would be one of the older ones.)

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

”Aight, so you wanna hear about how Ty ended up in Beverly HIlls. ‘bout how I became the PILLAR of the community you see before you today. You prolly heard people say that I’m a spoiled little punk.

Alright, well check it out, ‘bout six years ago I was livin’ in the comfort of Brooklyn, chilling in my mom’s house on a World of Warcraft account, only popped out when I needed some more cash and to have my rich mom bail me out. See, my dad wasn’t around all that much, acuz he’s an active duty member of the United States Military, stationed in South Korea. So it was just me and moms, k?

Anyway, so I quit WoW when I turned thirteen because I found that tha streets were callin’ me, yo. Look, long story short. I joined a gang, yo. Something straight outta Fresh. Ya’all ever seen that movie? No? Look it up you degenerates, gotdamn. Point is, little homie in that flick is a drug dealer at age twelve. Just like YA BOY. I was slinging dope before I even kissed a girl. So anyway, I keep at it. I’m fifteen now, I got a girl on each arm, I’m a player, yo. Just like Tech, yo. I’m rollin in the Benjamins by this point, you know how it be.

So, anyway, yo. I’m failin’ school. No biggie, no worries. I’m making that money, yo. But then the unthinkable happens. Did you know that they don’t have to tell you when they’re a cop? I thought that was how it worked!

Totally got snitched on. No big, tho. Cuz apparently, I guess moms has got this turbo rich family back in Beverly Hills. Like turbo rich. They bought ‘em off. All charges dropped. Course, dad came back and whooped my ass. Moms got me out of it by deciding she was gonna send me back to live with her family. The Greens, or some shit, I dunno. I’m just kidding. I know. You know. If you don’t know, then turn on the TV every once in awhile when you’re done masturbating.

So now I’m in Beverly HIlls. This is two years ago, I think? I don’t remember. I drink too much. Anyway. I move in with this hot blonde, too bad she’s my cousin or something. And this ain’t Game o’ Thrones so I ain’t bout to dick her. Her friends however… They keep it 100, let me just put it that way. And she got this crazy ass bald dude always on her dick. He’s chill, though. Anyway, I met her friend Connor, who introduced me to his homies: Wolfe, Ender, and Leon.

Now we all five homies. We dem boys in da hood. We’re The Elite. The best of the best. The pinnacle of perfection. Closer than brothers. Cept for Leon. Leon kinda sucks dick…

But I ain’t slingin’ dope on the corner no more. Nah, I got this Green money funding my ‘adventures,’ yo. Just chillin’, sleepin’ with as many blondes as I can get my hands on. What? I like blondes. Bonus points if they wear glasses.

It’s been almost three years I been livin’ in these parts now, and dammit I ain’t goin’ nowhere. The homies is here. I go back to the east coast every once in a while, just so mom knows I ain’t dead. Dad’s back in Korea. We don’t talk much ever since he, y’know, SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF ME.

That’s my story, yo.

Peace late.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

He plays football, running back.

Extra:

no >:(
Yes. :(
Just listen to this song ok youtube.com/watch?v=zEZBeHsgVrs

Anything Else:

hes the best

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one.

[gowia]

Posted, so I am still around!

[Filthy Mudblood]

I'm still here ^^

[Wade Wilson]

i am dead

[Grimoire Gaming]

i am dead

@Wade Wilson

Same. 👻

[Ace of flames01]

i am dead

@Wade Wilson

You called for me, sweetheart?

@gowia and ooooh baby this is good XD did you actually know the song or did you look up the lyrics?

[gowia]

@Ace of flames01 I fan the flames of competition :P And I recognised the song, not from my own personal taste though, heard my brother playing it and singing it very badly a number of times. I needed him to tell me who it was

[Ace of flames01]

@gowia that's fucking dope!

[Hey Im Jordan]

Wolfe

Wolfe Andrew Kingsley

"They don’t want none."
-CFO$

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Name:

Wolfe Andrew Kingsley

Nickname:

his name is wolfe that shit is badass do you really think he wants to be called anything else?

...sentinel. his friends call him sentinel

Birth Date:

09/09/1997

Age:

18

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

straighter than straight he’s the straightest dude you’ve ever seen trust me on that
he’s straight

Relationship Status:

Single

Occupation:

A mechanic, but he aspires to be a firefighter

Classification:

Senior

Role:

Jock

In Depth Appearance:

Wolfe carries himself with such an air of confidence that it’s almost overbearing. He’s tall, standing at about six foot four and a half, and he’s muscular, overly so for a highschooler. He takes good care of himself, and has a strong, sharp jaw line.

He traditionally wears tight t-shirts, and tank tops/wifebeaters whenever applicable. No, he does not beat his wife. He isn’t even married, stupid.

For pants, he prefers black jeans. Not because he’s edgy or anything. Just a preference, back up. He also likes to wear gym shorts. They’re comfortable.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

• Has a tendency to ramble. It’s not his fault, he’s just better at talking than everyone else.
• Is very, very good at skipping rocks
• Carries an old Yu-Gi-Oh card in his wallet. It’s a lucky charm.

Hobbies:

• Golfing. Mini, mostly, he can’t afford the real shit
• Ultimate Frisbee
• Basketball
• Paintball
• Laser tag
• Boxing

Likes:

• Fresh french fries
• Fans. The mechanical kind, not the human kind
• NBA 2K games
• Captain America
• Mountain Dew Black
• Soft serve vanilla ice cream

Dislikes:

• Alyssa
• Audrey
• Evelyn, in that order
• Whenever Ty speaks
• Flowers
• Cold French fries

Fears:

• The fuck is fear?
• Y’all pussies fear shit?
• Fuck off
• Okay, fine.
• Cthulu, sometimes.
• Yes that’s it fuck off

Personality:

♦ Bad-ass ♦ Prideful ♦ Loyal ♦ Vengeful ♦

Pride.

Wolfe is dangerously prideful, and will hold a grudge with someone who’s injured his pride almost forever. It’s a hard hole to dig yourself out of once you’re in it. Wolfe gets his revenge in small ways, or big ways, depending on the type of crime against him. To the people that are lucky enough to call him a friend though, Wolfe is fiercely loyal, and would likely take a bullet for any other member of the Elite (yes, even Ty), though few other people have attained that level of friendship with him.

Wolfe’s generally not the most well liked of his group of friends, and that’s largely due to the way his personality is. He just comes off as a gruff, intimidating, apathetic young man who probably has anger issues. Once you get to know him though, he’s been described as a big teddy bear (Ty’s doing, only said once. Probably never again.). Wolfe likes the picture he’s painted of himself as an unapproachable badass. It means less people try to talk to him.

He doesn’t like talking to randies (people he doesn’t know very well), and only does it when absolutely necessary.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

Wolfe Andrew Kingsley. His name alone makes it seem like he was destined for greatness from the beginning…

Unfortunately, when you take his initials: WAK, you get the actual reality of his existence: whack.

Wolfe is originally from Alaska, born to a young woman who’d lived all her life there, and a young man who’d came North for work with his younger brother. During his childhood, he grew up in a log cabin that his father and brother had built upon deciding that they liked it here, and would stay. After making oodles of money working on oil pipelines, the brothers had purchased a decent chunk of land and set to their next task: striking it rich with gold. Wolfe was homeschooled for most of his childhood, due to the remoteness of where his parents had chose to raise him.

Despite this, once his father and uncle struck it rich (and they did, finding a huge strain of gold in the Bering Sea), his mother insisted that, at the least, she and her family move down to society, to give Wolfe a chance at a more social life, noticing that the young boy was becoming more and more of a recluse as the years went by. As a happy wife tends to lead to a happy life, Wolfe’s father agreed and they moved down to southern California, with his father spending time in Alaska to continue working, but ultimately having a 50/50 stake in whatever their company found, as per the agreement he’d made with his brother years ago.

Now 14, Wolfe was beginning school in an environment he’d never experienced before: public. Living in a huge home, and ultimately finding that he kind of liked it here over the barren snow of where he was born and raised, Wolfe found his ‘clique’ fairly quickly; that of some kid named Bryant O’Connor and the dude that was always hanging around with him: Erick Anderson--sorry, Ender Anderson.

Regardless of how much he prefers life with his squad, Wolfe takes almost the entirety of each summer to go back North to the family land and live. Hunt, sleep under the stars, build a fire, track, look for gold.

Be a man.

It’s in his blood.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

he plays foosball

the devils game

Extra:

Yeah, but I mean… come on. This is like my sixth character...

Anything Else:

Wolfe has a license to carry a concealed firearm.

Also, he’s cool.

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@Dirty Pretty Lies dj khaled voice another one

[LovelyComplex]

Expect Summer tomorrow. She's so close... xD.

[LovelyComplex]

@Dirty Pretty Lies Boom.

Summer Aspen

"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass it's about learning to dance in the rain."
-Vivian Greene

Judas | Side to Side | Worth It | Dirty

|| Name ||

Summer Denise Aspen

|| Nickname ||

Sum, Sunny

|| Birth Date ||

03/27/2002

|| Age ||

14

|| Gender ||

Female

|| Sexuality ||

Boys!

|| Relationship Status ||

Single but I do know my type.

|| Occupation ||

Full time high school student. Volunteers at the Children's hospital with her brother occasionally.

|| Family ||

Rudy Michael Aspen, Late Father (Died at 37, would be 41). A respectable gentleman of a lower middle class family, who was driven to make his family's lives easier. Not one who was fortunate enough to have things served to him on a silver platter, Rudy became a workaholic. Even with his busy schedule, he still tried to make his moments with his family worth remembering. He showed Summer how a man should treat a woman and treated her like royalty even with their lesser income circumstances. Rudy was a construction worker, who worked so hard to better the circumstances of his family, that he forgot about his own well being. Unfortunately, when he was 37 (Summer being 11 at the time) Rudy had an aneurysm. He overworked to the point that it got him killed. FC: Allen Leech

Stella Reneé Aspen, Mother (38); Hardworking but easily emotionally wounded, Stella is a Preschool teacher at Sunny DayCare Center. She has a soft heart and carries the worries of the world on her shoulders. Her luck with men after Rudy died doesn't help either. On top of that, she is still in love with her dead husband. Summer tends to clash with her mother often, primarily because the young teen has a hard time understanding why her mother cares so much about the world around her. It doesn't help that Summer is far more entitled and daring than all her other siblings. Luckily, Stella will never have to complain about her daughter's grades because Summer is a straight A student like her brother. FC: Jaime King

Rhett Bryce Aspen, Brother (16); Summer will never admit it but she admires her older brother for working extremely hard to keep the family stable, but she also finds him to be an insufferable idiot and a goddamn helicopter of a brother. He's taken over a lot of responsibilities ever since dad passed away, so she wants to help him with his burdens (even if she isn't going to outwardly tell him she worries about his well being). Rhett is very much like their father, which scares the Aspen women. Yet, he also has one major distraction attached to him: his best friend. God. Jackson is so fucking sexy. How can she pursue her dreams as a dancer or watch over her brother with that hunk always by him? FC: Taron Egerton

Miley Reneé Aspen, Sister (12); Miley is a bit of both her sister and her mother. Summer has influenced her to care about her looks to an unhealthy degree, but her heart is still very loving like their mother. One of the things she looks forward to is her weekly visit to the Children's Hospital with her older siblings. The one thing that makes Miley who she is, is how passionate she can be with the things she believes in and how far she would go for others. If one of her friends were crying, she would beg her brother to take her to her friend's house. She also is quite artistic and loves pastels. FC: G Hannelius

|| Classification ||

Freshman - Has her eyes set on being an established dancer on campus and well, life.

|| Role ||

Niner, but maybe a Royal one day! Especially if her brother becomes King.

|| In Depth Appearance ||

With a slim frame and meat in all the right places (especially her ass), Summer stands at 5 ft 6 in and weighs 117 pounds. Like her mother, she has naturally blonde hair, fair, pale skin, and light brown eyes. Not one to breakout easily, fortunately, Summer takes extra care of her skin and hair so that she never stops being flawless and on point. She's light on her feet and extremely aware of her body movements, especially when it comes to her saunter (allowing her hips to move side to side for boys to give her a good, long look). With her great negotiation skills, she was able to convince her mother to give her a belly button piercing. Don't ask her how she did it, she just did. It helps that she plays to win - she refuses to fail. Although she isn't one to go heavy on makeup, she is a makeup enthusiast and does know how to accentuate her features if need be like her pout lips, her round cheekbones, her long, elegant neck, and her puppy dog eyes.

Most of her clothes have been obtained by bargain shopping, thrift stores, and hand-me-downs from her mother, and she likes to make an assortment of outfits that showcase her petite frame while looking phenomenal as she dances. For example, crop tops that display her stomach, yoga pants that tightly hug her plump bottom, and a plaid long sleeve shirt tied around her waist for style. She is fashionable and for the most part, is comfortable in her own skin to wear whatever. Oh and she can dance in stilettos, which is rather impressive for someone her age.

Occasionally leaves the house (her window) with a secret persona named "Jinx", Summer has wild nights of fun with her "older friends". If she doesn't give people a reason to question her sweetheart side, they won't ever find out her guilty pleasure. This persona is a mysterious, sultry version of herself where she wears a black leather jacket, dark-colored lipsticks, smoky eye make up, a red or black bandanna wrapped around her long blonde hair, a royal blue leather corset or red midriff top, ripped jeans or leather spandex pants, and military biker boots. Yes, Summer loves street racing, especially when it involves bikes and is illegal.

|| Habits | Quirks | Oddities ||

Zones in when she's working out, dancing, or riding a bike
Likes to get drenched in the rain
Favorite place to dance is on the school rooftop
Scary competitive - yes she may be encouraging and does try to inspire her teammates to do well but if someone causes them to lose, she won't forgive them until they redeem themselves

|| Hobbies ||

Dancing & Exercising
Hiking and rock climbing
Seeking bigger and better thrills - like learning to be a bad ass biker girl
Slam Poetry and watching Stand up comedy
Domino Toppling
Camping

|| Likes ||

Audrey Huntsberg - Idol
Jackson Drake - Crush
Leon Brycen - Mentor
Elysia Fable - Friend (Guardian)
Dancing
Motorcycles
Street Racing
Social Media
Success
Gangsta Movies
Rain
Conversationalists
Costumes & Conventions
Gardenia Lilies
Baking

|| Dislikes ||

People that chew like a cow
Prejudice and bigotry
Loneliness
Unnecessary violence
Uncomfortable furniture
Excuses
Wrinkles
Boring lectures
Being grounded
Being hated by her friends
Stenches
Breaking a nail
Injuries
Poor attitudes

|| Fears ||

Changing her pursuit for someone else
Hurting herself where she's unable to do the things she loves
Feeling trapped and unable to live

|| Personality ||

♦ Energetic ♦ Kittenish ♦ Ambitious ♦ Overly confidant ♦

People see Summer as a positive ray of sunshine and for the most part, she is. Terms that would describe her are: overachiever, dreamer, dancer, good Samaritan, care taker, and internally a lewd girl. First impressions usually start off as wow, this young teenager has her shit together. She gets good grades, has a drive unlike most of her colleagues (rather scary, really), confidence for days, and a heart as pure of gold (or so it seems). Her brother knows her as a girl that puts way too much care into her looks so that she can be a display of beauty, splendor, and perfection for herself and boys. Unless she's working out, then she really doesn't give a fuck about how she looks - she's going to sweat anyways.

Rhett also sees her as entitled, but for someone her age, she's actually earned the right to be proud of her achievements. Summer has won awards for dancing competitions, is always on the honor roll, has perfect attendance, helps her mother at the daycare, treats people with respect (unless they personally offend her), and just seems... to good to be true.

Her baking skills are above average and if she wants to reach her crush's heart, she'll just feed him. Best way to a man's heart is through his stomach, right? Her main passion is dancing. She will live and breathe dancing because it's her lifestyle. One day she hopes to be recognized as an innovated choreographer. Her stubbornness has definitely been obtained from her father and Summer can be quite unyielding to others unless she must. Her smile can brighten up anyone's day but behind her light brown orbs, there's something more than this good girl that everyone believes her to be (well, maybe except her brother. Rhett has his suspicions).

These are just some things people can observe when it comes to her exterior. The Summer that she wants everyone to see but there's more than what meets the eyes. Along with her confidence, she is very well aware of her actions, surroundings, and body movement. She is an intentional flirt, though she plays it off as obliviousness. She may be a good Samaritan and for the most part, she does care, but at the same time, she also just wants her reputation to shine and her resume to look amazing by the time she graduates. Everything to do with her passion, schooling, and drive... all have the cost of her being merciless and chasing after what she wants with little to no care of the well beings of others. If her reputation is on the line, she will do whatever it takes to save her ass. She is very capable of taking care of someone, but perhaps, she only does it because you're someone she has interest in. Her intentions aren't really clear but hell, believe what you want about her. Why she does something really doesn't matter, does it? Judge her by her actions - they are what they are, regardless of her intentions.

Summer isn't as innocent as she paints herself out to be. Really, she is an extremely thirsty freshman, who can't help but stare at the sexy eye candy, and she has a naughty side that only comes out to play at night - as far as certain individuals are concerned (as of now just Leon and Ely). Jinx is a persona she's earned by her older friends when she discovered the dangerous activity of illegal racing. First, she went by the name Mary, but then she gained the biker girl name Jinx, although she hasn't been in many races - yet. Summer, or well Jinx, is a good and bad luck charm for racers. Everyone adores her, and they'd be lying if they said she wasn't one of the sexiest biker enthusiasts on the streets even if she's the youngest in the family. If you got on her bad side, you would surely lose all your money that night. Not once has the curse proven to be wrong. Every time she attends events, people try their best to make her smile so that they have good luck for their race - it's become a little competition to impress the youngest biker. If you get her bandanna tied around your wrist, that's even better, because that means all her faith is going into you for that night. She gives racers a sense of hope, while aspiring to be as good as them.

|| History ||

Everyday is Summer

Like you already know in Rhett's backstory, Rudy and Stella Aspen were high school sweethearts. Summer's father was a popular jock while her mother was the high school sweetheart -- too good for this world. Their love was romantic and unbreakable, which led to Rhett.

The Aspens have never been the most fortunate family financially, but together they could take on any challenges. Stella Aspen had received her education degree when Summer came into this world, two years after her brother. Summer was brought anywhere and everywhere with her mother. Her face became known at the daycare and just LA in general since her mother was the nicest, social butterfly anyone ever did know. One thing Summer has always done was look up to her brother, who always had his hands on a book. Though, she would never admit it.

With her mother, she would attend his spelling bees, math and science competitions, award ceremonies, and whatever nerdy things he got himself into. Stella also put Summer into gymnastic, but that quickly changed to the young blonde signing up for a dancing company instead. This was when the young Aspen was three years old, a year after Miley came into this world. The baby of the family. Fact, the Aspen siblings are two years apart from each other and each of them look up to each other (regardless of how clear they are). Summer and Miley will always be daddy's princesses, while Rhett was the knightly prince of the family. Someone to take care of the women of the family while dad was stuck at work.

While Rhett kept Stella busy with being wicked smart, Summer kept her mother busy with her passion and drive as an aspiring, young prodigal dancer and Miley kept her mother company, drawing and coloring, at all these events. To say that Mama Aspen was kept busy... was an understatement. Even Stella's best friends had to help her take care of her children because Rudy rarely was home, trying to hold down the fort financially.

Summer use to be overweight, but even with her body struggles, she didn't let that bother her. Instead, she focused on bettering herself. The weight quickly dropped when she reached her preteen years (before her dad passed away). Her mother didn't want her daughters to get bullied like her brother so for the most of Summer's life, she went to an all girls Catholic grade school, which actually made the young Aspen a little too friendly with their neighbors (and people in general). Summer has a hard time limiting herself and creating boundaries (drawing the line between just friends and lovers) - but she's also quite aware that she is a flirt and very... sex kitten-like, even for being a virgin and young as hell. Why hold herself back when people like what they see?

When Summer started losing weight, people took notice of her blossoming beauty, from her mother's friends to random strangers. For an 11 year old, she received quite a bit of cat calls, stares, and compliments. And you know what? She didn't mind. You see, while Rhett changed into a punk after his bullying experience, Summer slowly but surely was becoming a little devious minx behind her good girl exterior. The Aspen siblings would work out together (Miley would give up, since she didn't like sweating). Both Summer and Rhett had their own reason of wanting to better their bodies. Her brother wanted respect, while she wanted the attention. She already knew she had the skills to get what she wanted, she just needed a body to match.

And then the unexpected happen... Rudy Aspen passed away... at work. Alarms were set off in Summer because without daddy that meant her mother would fall into depression, because her mother already had a.. soft heart... On top of that, Rhett would try to carry the responsibility of carrying the family, by himself. As much as she wanted to explore different, thrilling worlds, and live her childhood, she had to make sure that her family didn't crash and burn (but secretly). Summer didn't want Rhett to worry about her, so she'd continue to be this entitled, prissy princess that her family 'knows' and loves, but in the shadows, she'd help her family.

A little after Rudy's death, Summer started sneaking out at night with her school friends. Together, they would shop lift and she would sneak things inside the house for her family, without them being aware of her nightly adventures. During one of these trips, she caught sight of her brother's childhood friend, Elysia, talking to older kids. It was a sketchy exchange but it was obvious that Ely was buying drugs.

Dismissing herself from her friends, saying she had to get back home, Summer stalked Ely and these older individuals. At the age of 13, her life changed for... the better. When she got to the destination, she was surrounded by motorcycles, rivalry, gambling, and festivity. With wide eyes, the little Aspen was amazed.

Forgetting that Rhett's childhood friend was observant as hell, she found herself pulled to the side. Nervous. Scared. It was all over! Ely being intimidatingly silent as ever caused Summer to have an internal breakdown but she kept a smile on her face to show: she was totally cool. No words were said, instead, Ely gestured for one of her friend's girlfriends to help her. Within seconds, Summer was changed into someone that was hardly recognizable - a creature of the night. She transformed into Jinx.

Though that day, she told people her name was Mary. People started to recognize her when she mingled with everyone (one being Leon, who decided to take her under her wing) and she would even put on a dance show with some of the other girls for entertainment, outshining them in skill. Summer was light in this dark world and most of the biker community wanted to keep her part of the family because she made them feel good. Far more caring than she realized. She was asked out by a couple of biker boys but Ely wasn't having any of that. Ely takes the blame for introducing Summer to this world, so it's her duty to protect Rhett's kid sister... especially since a lot of eyes are on... the ray of sunshine.

Present day: Summer is a freshman at BHHS juggling many things. Who needs sleep?! From her building reputation with her idol, Audrey, to her night life as a baby biker girl, to her pursuit on winning Jackson's heart... Summer is one busy ass girl. That being said, she refuses to give up any of her interests, hobbies, and night activities. She can win money to help her family, build her day and night reps, and do what she loves to do! She just has to make sure her brother doesn't find out...

|| Extracurricular Activities ||

Dance Club
Community Service - helps mother at daycare and goes to children hospital
Hanging out with bikers and racing

|| Extra ||

_{Check Eve's C.S.}

|| Anything Else ||

Summer is an angel and a devil. She does what she wants, but she does have reasoning behind her actions. Always.

[Hey Im Jordan]

Ender

Erick James Anderson

"I ain’t a killer, but don’t push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin’ pussy"
-Makaveli the Don

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Name:

Erick James Anderson Jr.

Nickname:

Ender
Don’t call him Erick if you aren’t looking to get your fucking ass beat.

Birth Date:

10/16

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Relationship Status:

Engaged to the game

Occupation:

Nope.

Classification:

Senior

Role:

Jock

_{^{”You should see the other guy…”}}

In Depth Appearance:

Ender is far and away the best dressed of his friends. He knows when things match, when they don’t, and what to wear. He’s fancy, it’s really that simple. Button up shirts, ties, slacks. That’s what he wears on a day to day. Being well dressed is fucking easy and frankly, there’s no excuse.

He can always be found wearing a small chain around his neck, with a small, smooth, circular piece of metal hanging from it.

He has a soft face, framed by short brown hair, with dark brown eyes. Like the rest of his friend group, Ender is fit and attractive. The only issue Ender has is nine out of ten times, he has a fight mark on his face: black eye, crooked nose, bruised cheek. Some people are into it, some people think it makes him look gross. C’est la vie.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

• Slaps the wall of a doorway twice whenever he walks into a room.
• Despite having pin-straight, knot free hair, always carries a comb
• Listens to Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi entirely too often
• Randomly shows up at Connor’s house in the dead of the night to sleep over (to the point that he has a key to the front door)

Hobbies:

• Airsoft/paintball
• Basketball
• Ending things

Likes:

• The Elite
• Ending things
• The way the emos dress. /fa/ as fuck
• The crisp crunch of a pringle.
• The smooth, refreshing taste of Sprite
• The nice crinkly noise paper makes when you tear it out of a binder

Dislikes:

• Ty’s accent
• The way his homies dress. Not /fa/. At all.
• Kettle corn
• Stuff getting in his teeth
• The way dollar bills smell
• Pretty much everyone that’s not directly a member of the Elite

Fears:

• Big ass
• motherfucking
• snakes

Personality:



♦ Cocky ♦ Short Fused ♦ Fashionable ♦ Distant ♦

Ender is a product of his upbringing, first and foremost.

If his relationship with his father was better, or if his mother was alive, maybe he’d be a nicer person. But, his relationship with his father is fucking terrible, and his mother has been dead for just over a decade. As a result, Ender is an emotionally short, distant young man with far fewer redeeming traits than his downsides. He’s good at football, and he knows that. In fact, most of his personality can be found in what he does at the beginning of each play: Ender will walk to the line and raise his hand, pointing a finger gun at the opponent’s quarter back, then fire. Bam. Ended.

He’s an alright dude to hang out with, once you get over his general abrasive and aggressiveness. He’s been described as a ‘nail-file of a person’ (Ty’s doing. Never again). He’s extremely close with his friends, not with other people, though even the rest of his group will admit that Ender is the most distant of the lot. He disappears randomly for long periods of time and can be hard to get ahold of, despite thousands of texts and hundreds of phone calls.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

Irish and Italian. Same name as his father.

His father used to be a professional football player, for the San Francisco 49ers, and won four Super Bowl rings before sustaining an injury that kept him out for just over a half a season. When he came back, he couldn’t perform quite as well as he did before- due to a variety of reasons, and, like any self-respecting Irishman would, he took out his frustration on the bottle of alcohol, his wife, and his then 5 year old son. Suddenly second string, his rage was beyond what Ender and his mother had seen in the past.

He beat Ender’s mom. She died, and so did their unborn child.

Quietly covered up by an excellent legal team and Ender’s father’s friends in high places as a fall down a flight of stairs, the son and father moved out of SF, heading south while receiving pay from the Niners, thankful for the good championships they’d won under his father’s initial run and leadership. They wound up in Beverly Hills. Ender had just freshly turned seven, and hit it off quite well with his next-door neighbor: Connor. The two became fast friends, a friendship that went beyond that--they were brothers, and they would ride together die together for life.

Though it stopped for a little while after they moved, by the time Ender was 10, his father was back on the bottle again, and Ender found himself escaping the home (really, it was more of a prison) that he lived in by running off and staying the night at Connor’s. When he turned fourteen, he’d spent so much time at Connor’s, that Connor’s parents chose to just give him a house key. He basically lived there anyway, and showed up at random, awful times in the middle of the night--and to be honest, they were getting sick of being woken up by the door bell.

His father thrashed him constantly. In fact, one could go so far as to say that Erick James Anderson Senior blamed his injury, the loss of his wife, and the loss of his unborn child on Ender. Connor would often question the bruises and cuts on his friend’s body, but Ender would shrug it off and say ”You should see the other guy,” because… Ender wasn’t weak. And he wouldn’t let anyone know what happened to him. He didn’t need help.

Didn’t want it.

At thirteen, Connor decided that Ender wasn’t an Erick. He was… an Ender. After all, he was the second best football player (behind Connor himself) that Connor had ever seen, and a play with Ender was a game winner. So… Ender he became. The young teen latched onto the nickname obsessively, going so far as to get physical with people who called him Erick instead. He wasn’t like his father. He didn’t want to share the same name as him, and he hated that people insisted on reminding him that he did. So, Ender he was. And Ender he would stay.

By the time they reached high school, and their group of friends grew, even the teachers just called him Ender. It was nice. He liked it, appreciated it.

To this day, Ender honors his mother--a woman he only has bright memories of, and the only person he knows for sure has ever cared about him--by listening to her favorite song ‘Wanted, Dead or Alive’ by Bon Jovi, and by wearing a chain with a piece of steel hanging from it.

Pressed into the steel is his mother’s fingerprint.

Since he received it at the funeral, Ender has never taken it off, and likely never will.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

Football.

Extra:

get off my dick

like anyone who’s irish and italian, ender is catholic.

He drives a 2016 Dodge Viper. A present from his deluded father meant to make up for all the torment he’s caused Ender to suffer. It didn’t work, and, even beyond that, the torment continues.

Still, rides nice.

Anything Else:

ender’s aight

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[Ace of flames01]

@gowia I should mention that I have no idea how accurate the translated I used is so if I dun goofed then whoopsie doodle!

[gowia]

@Ace of flames01 I'm not going to have a damn clue xD Though, for my own knowledge, the post ends on talking about doing something original, for the most part every single one Jack has sung is original. I really haven't quoted many lyrics at all. Oh, and kudos on the Twenty One Pilots, I saw 'em at Reading. They were awesome :P

[Ace of flames01]

@gowia yeah by original I mean, something out of his comfort zone kind of thing, like something he wouldn't usually try. And lucky! Tho I did hear that Tyler was attacked... but I also heard that the crowd was just trying to help him and he fell because people were drunk and/or high