{" Perfect doesn't exist for people like us, Bartholomew. Passable. That's what I want. Just simply passable. If I could have a passable existence, I think I'd be very grateful. "} -Matthew Quick, The Good Luck of Right Now
| Full Name | Calvin Parker Ibbott
| Nickname | Ibbs. Calvin hated his name for a few years, and after a brief stint of going by Parker, one of his friends began calling him Ibbs, and it stuck. Over time, Calvin has also become acceptable, but those close to him use Ibbs.
| Birth Date | March 3rd, 1994
| Age | 22
| Gender | Male
| Sexuality | Hetero.
| Relationship Status | Single. Depending on how things pan out, this may change.
| Wealth | Middle class.
| In Depth Appearance | Calvin is a lithe man who has a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. Standing at 5'11" and weighing about 180 pounds, he could be an imposing figure save for his loose posture which often brings him lower. Blessed with a strong metabolism, Calvin is still at the point where he can eat most anything without any major consequences to his body, at least in the short-term. He’s got some muscles, though it’s nothing to marvel at, with no tattoos or piercings on his body. Comfortable, but with a degree of fashion, Calvin wears whites, blacks and greys with the occasional burst of colour on a good day. He does not take many risks in how he looks.
| Habits | Quirks | Oddities |
- Bites his nails and the inside of his lip - Rolls coins on his knuckles when he’s got a lot on his mind - Actively rebukes any insinuation that he went to university - Jumps when excited
| Hobbies |
- Trumpet - Fantasy Hockey - Swimming
| Likes |
- Wine - Playing Trumpet (by himself) - Fantasy Hockey Leagues - The Outdoors - Wynton Marsalis - Gallows Humour - Milkshakes - Parkour
| Dislikes |
- Saxophone - Tests - Kids - Beer - Computers - Coca-Cola - The Metro
| Fears |
- Ridicule - Radiation
| Personality Traits |
Relaxed – Thankful – Affable – Neurotic - Finicky
| Personality | As this years have gone by, and things have calmed down, Calvin has become a content and affable person. While New York was at first daunting and scary, he now has adapted, and feels comfortable calling it home. With a decent job and some solid friends, he’s rather happy with himself and his position. Although not wildly sensitive, he can be prickly when questioned about home or university. Calvin takes his work very seriously, but beyond that, finds little reason to worry about other aspects of his life. It has been the doom of many budding and long relationships, as he has difficulties committing or investing in anything after the thousands of dollars blown away at school. Alan is quick to make new friends however, with a relaxed and self-deprecating demeanor that is approachable and easy to contend with.
Calvin also tends to get swept up in excitement. When things are working out, he’s known to bounce around, swearing and generally causing a ruckus as he gets pumped. When he nails a passage on the trumpet, his downstairs neighbors will often hear loud stomps and the occasional expletive as he dances around. He’s smart, though he doesn’t ever talk about it, and has a tendency to brush off any compliments concerning school, music, or anything else. Although not a sad person, Calvin isn’t especially happy either. He smiles a lot, but baked in his dopey grin is a drop of sarcasm, a sense that it doesn’t really suit him in his current state. Still, he is far happier than he ever was while in university, and for that he thankfully, if slightly wistful for what could have been. For now, he is resolved on gaining mastery over himself before trying to figure anything else out.
| Place Of Origin | Atlanta, Georgia.
| Family |
-Mother - Deanna Ibbott – Corporate Lawyer for Coca-Cola -Father – Lee Ibbott – Stay-at-home dad -Younger Brother – Dylan Ibbott – Student at Georgia State -Younger Sister – Ava Ibbott – High School Student
| History | Calvin led a privileged life in Atlanta. His mother worked as a Lawyer for Coca-Cola, who paid her well enough to allow the rest of the family to live comfortably. He performed admirably in school, and fell in love with the trumpet, making many friends along the way. When he graduated, his school elected him valedictorian as a sort of joke, as Calvin had made it quite clear he wanted nothing to do with it.
Calvin had always dreamed of going to Columbia, and his mother was more than happy to pay for her first-born son to fly and follow his dreams. However, although Calvin had loved playing music when expectations were low and he was the best of his class, performing under the scrutiny of world-class instructors and adjudicators was a withering experience. Music lost its luster, and after a nervous breakdown in Second Year, Calvin dropped out and committed full time to his job at the Shake Shack, which for a while was his only form of social interaction. He continued to practice Trumpet, and became more disciplined than he was at school, and although he enjoys practicing and playing for himself, he has developed a deep aversion to performing in front of others.
Calvin’s family was crushed when he finally told them of his departure from school. Although supportive, Calvin couldn’t bear to look them in the eye, so he slowly disengaged with those he was close to. He has yet to return or visit home, and does not talk with anyone there, as most of his friends had heard that “Calvin wasn’t made to be a musician, or anything really”. The only person he still talks to is his younger sister, Ava, who is in her last year of High School and who he dotes on. The rest of his family is mostly content to leave him be, focusing on their second son who has just got started at Georgia State.
Alan has become comfortable in New York, where most people don’t know him. When someone recognizes him (usually while at work), Calvin is quick to comment that he’s very happy and satisfied with the decisions he’s made. Any further pressing of the issue often ends in Calvin vehemently arguing that he never went to university, a pill far easier to swallow than the blame he places on himself. With little else in life, he focused all his energy into the shake shack, where he is now the assistant manager, something in which he takes immense pride.
| Extra | Favourite holiday season is Christmas, of course!
{"You cannot have a positive life and a negative mind."} -Joyce Meyer
| Full Name | Deborah Michelle Jenkins.
| Nickname | Ever since Deborah was a little girl, her family and friends have called her Debbie. She'll normally introduce herself as Debbie unless in a more professional environment.
| Birth Date | October 31st, 1992.
| Age | 24.
| Gender | Female.
| Sexuality | Bisexual.
| Relationship Status | Single.
| Wealth | Middle Class.
| In Depth Appearance | Debbie stands at a mere five feet, two inches tall. She has curves in all the right places; her waist is slim and her hips wide. Her muscles are well defined and toned, however, as a result of weekly strenuous physical activity. Her clear, glowing skin is the color of cinnamon, and her curly black hair falls just below her shoulders. There is a dull scar on her left eyebrow, which she tends to cover up with makeup. Her eyes are large and almond shaped, fringed with long, thick lashes, the brown of the iris so dark that it almost appears to be black. She sometimes wears thick, black rimmed glasses solely because she thinks they complement her well. She has a perfectly straight nose, of which one of her friends described as a "Ski Slope," and perfectly arched, dark eyebrows. Her face is heart-shaped, and she has high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her lips are full and always covered with clear lip gloss, and when smiling you can see that she has straight rows of white teeth, a slight overbite present.
Debbie's style of dress can be summarized as "Urban Fashion," an edgy look that reflects lifestyle, attitudes and individuality. She prefers to go to thrift shops to find clothes that she can make into something new. Not being a big fan of flashy jewelry, you'll only ever see her wear a ring on her left middle finger, which was given to her by an old friend. She has helix piercings, conch piercings, tragus piercings, and lobe piercings in both of her ears. She has a septum piercing, as well. Debbie has a large number of tattoos covering her arms, neck, and a few more in hidden areas.
| Habits | Quirks | Oddities |
• Writes with left hand, but does everything else right-handed. • Drinking coffee • Excessive swearing • Has a distinct New York accent and uses slang. ("Yo, son, facts, dead ass, B, my guy, wavy, etc.") • When focused or bored, tends to hum old R&B songs.
| Personality | Debbie is a seemingly calm and quiet girl, yet is by no means a pushover. She can very much take care of herself, but is smart enough to know when to pick a fight and when to let something go. She likes to see the good in life, and always wants to find better ways to handle problems. Deb has always been a free-spirited girl; she believes that life is too short to dwell on mistakes or mishaps. She is someone who isn't weighed down by the troubles of everyday life, is not restricted by other people's opinions, and is always herself regardless of the situation. She is a cheery young woman, and is rarely found without a smile on her face or enthusiasm dripping from her words. She craves adventure, thrills, and new things. She strives to have a happy and enjoyable life and wants the same for those she holds dear.
Having grown up with a large number of male friends and cousins, Deb considers herself to be a bit of a "Tomboy." When going to the park, for instance, she'd rather get sticky and sweaty by playing a sport of some sort than "tan" with her girlfriends. Strangely enough, she prefers to keep to herself and stay quiet. When in a confident mood, however, she can be very charismatic and outgoing. She is very competitive, but will never come off as arrogant. Once you get to know her, you see that she is a very humble, caring, intelligent, and trustworthy individual. She has a past, along with a few quirks, as does every other human being, but makes up for them by being an overall fun and generally happy person to be around.
Deb is confident in herself and her actions, often to a fault. She is very opinionated, has trouble asking for help, and hates admitting when she's wrong. When things don't go as she planned or in a positive direction, she can get frustrated very easily. Though very smart, she has a hard time paying attention in her classes, and is usually caught daydreaming when she should be working. She has a bit of a "potty mouth," and uses profanity even when she isn't trying to. She has a bit lot of trouble controlling her temper, and whenever someone pushes her to her limit, she'll snap; it will often result in her yelling a large number of obscene words, throwing objects, and even going as far as to get physical.
| History | Debbie was born into the Jenkins family in Brooklyn, NY. Although her family was poor, her single mother tried her hardest to give Debbie and her younger brother a normal life. Their father had left the family right after Debbie's little brother was born. She'd receive letters and postcards from him every year for her birthday, but left them in a box under her bed, unopened. Although never having the "pleasure" of meeting her father, Debbie knew how much of a deadbeat he was based on everything she'd learned from her mother.
Ever since she was a little girl, Debbie has been an avid basketball fan. Every chance she got, she would play and attend basketball games with her brother and his friends, slowly but surely starting to fall in love with the game. At the age of eight, she'd finally convinced her mother to let her play on a team, and the rest was history. Debbie grew up to be the star player on her middle school and high school teams, playing the position of point guard. Everyone, including her coach, expected great things of her; they all just knew that one day she'd make it to the WNBA. Her mother was always there for her, always pushing her to do her best, whether is be with basketball or in school. She'd even signed Debbie up for singing and art classes, which she actually grew to enjoy. It was around that time that her love for tattoos started to develop. Unfortunately, however, at the age of seventeen, Debbie tore her ACL, abruptly ending her basketball career
Her world came crashing down on June 14th, 2010. It was the last day of school, and she'd been let out of class early. Deb rode the subway home, as normal, arriving home shortly before her brother. It was unusually quiet when she entered the house; her mother should have been getting ready to leave for work. Upon entering her mother's room, Debbie saw that she was still laying in bed. She tried to shake her awake; if she wasn't awake within a few minutes, she'd be late for work. Deb shook as hard as she could, but her mother didn't move an inch. It was in that moment Debbie realized that her mother was not breathing. Later on, she came to find out that her mother had stage 4 pancreatic cancer.
After her mother's death, Debbie and her brother moved into their Grandmother's house in Manhattan. As soon as Debbie graduated from high school, she went to art school so that she could get a job as a tattoo artist. She also sings every other night at an R&B lounge, hoping that her singing career will soon take off.
{"So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them."} -Sylvia Path
| Full Name | Andrea Heather McCarthy.
| Nickname | Andy- When Andy’s little brother, Ken, was born he had a hard time pronouncing Andrea, so he would call his sister Andy and it just stuck with the rest of the family and followed her into adulthood.
| Birth Date | May 17th, 1993
| Age | 23
| Gender | Female
| Sexuality | Heterosexual
| Relationship Status | Single...for now.
| Wealth | Upper Class
| In Depth Appearance | There is hardly a day where you don’t see Andy dressed in her black knee length cardigan… unless it is over 80 degrees fahrenheit, even then the cardigan is wrapped around her waist. Most days she throws her hair into a messy bun, but if she is feeling energetic and fun, she will pull it into a fishtail braid off to one side. Her honey brown eyes are often seen behind plastic, wide-rim purple glasses that are meant just for reading or when she’s working on her computer, but she often forgets to take them off. Tending to keep indoors, her skin is rather fair though it is still considered tan, but that is all thanks to genetics. She keeps her fashion simple… black leggings or jeans, with some sort of colored v-neck t-shirt. Most days she walks out the door with a little mascara and chapstick on and that is it. Growing up in a family with money though, Andy knows how to dress herself up fit for a royal ball, but only if the occasion calls for it.
| Habits | Quirks | Oddities | -When driving, will avoid any roads or bridges that run parallel to the ocean. -Twirls her hair while working on her computer. -Despite having plenty of money, will still clip coupons for groceries. -Still sleeps with her stuffed hippo lovingly named Henry.
| Hobbies | -Creating invitations using calligraphy -Designing digital paintings -Taming and raising reptiles-mainly leopard geckos
| Personality | If Andy has let you into her world, she will care for you with her whole heart. If you are important to her, she will do whatever she can to make sure you are happy and taken care of. Andy will be the shoulder you need to cry on if something awful happens. She will bake you brownies if you failed a test. She will wake up at 3 AM to pick you up if you are lost in the city. She will make you feel like the center of the universe because in that moment you are hers. But there are a very select few who get to see this side of Andy. Even close acquaintances and friends she is still unsure about haven’t witness this side of her. For all others, there is a wall that blocks them from seeing the real Andy. The wall was formed the day her mother passed, a deep-seated fear that if anyone else gets close to her, they will die too, hence limiting who she lets into her life. Her world would collapse around her though if anyone else she cared for dies before their time.
The Andy most people know is shy, but witty. She will still speak her mind, but she will not argue if a person disagrees with her. She does not like confrontation and will avoid it like the plague. Her shyness does prevent her from making a lot of friends, but the ones she surrounds herself with are fun and tend to know how to bring out her playful side. That didn’t mean she opened up to them, but she loves to play board games and beer pong just as much as any young 20 year old, but she never gets out of hand. Andy has far too many responsibilities to be wild and let loose every weekend like some people she knew. Andy had to grow up fast, which has resulted in a very mature person for her age.
| Place Of Origin | Manhattan, NY
| Family | -Father: Jeffrey McCarthy- CEO -Mother: Linda McCarthy- Deceased -Brother: Ken McCarthy- Middle school student
| History | The year was 1991. Jeff McCarthy was a young, upcoming business mogul who just made his first million. He was running through Wall Street, balancing coffee in one hand and his stacks of papers and briefcase in the other. Clearly a new million, he was young and disorganized but was a secret genius. In his hurry to get to his office, he ran directly in a woman, Linda Smith, spilling all his coffee on her. Their fate was sealed after that and they married a year later. Then on May 17th, 1993 they welcomed a precious young baby girl into the world, Andrea Heather. They doted on her anything and everything, but made sure she grew up with a head on her shoulders and to be kind to everyone. Mr. McCarthy only became more successful, his millions growing, but he came from a less lavish lifestyle, as did Mrs. McCarthy. So together, they knew how to appreciate the smaller things in life and not let their money get to their head. They instilled these values in their daughter.
For 12 years, the three of them lived a fulfilling, happy life, spending evenings together watching movies, Saturday afternoons at Central Park and loving with their whole hearts. Then in June of 2003, there was a surprise and Andy’s little brother was born. Kenneth was not planned, but he fit into their puzzle perfectly. Andy was excited to be an older sister, always helping her mom change his diapers and give him baths. Everything was perfect… until summer of 2005. They were vacationing in their summer home in the Hamptons, spending the day at the beach. They rented jetskis and Andy and her mother were out, whilst Ken and her dad watched from shoes. Andy had a smile beaming across her face as she sped through the waves, catching some air. She heard her mother’s laughter behind her, then suddenly a loud crash. Her mother had hit a large rock hidden beneath the waves and was set flying off into the water, hitting her head on the same rock. By the time Andy turned her jet ski around, her father was diving into the water. As she approached, Andy could see the blue-green water of the ocean turning red, Andy felt her heart stop and she knew in that instant her mother was dead.
After that nothing was ever the same. Her father buried himself deeper in his work, isolating himself from his children. Kenny, who was only 2, was left without a clue, though cried constantly for his mother. Andy felt the wall form around her, everything she cared about before suddenly didn’t matter. All that did was caring for Ken, so at the age of 15, Andy was Ken’s sole caretaker. They had a nanny who helped while Andy was at school, but after 3 PM, the only person Ken wanted around was his sister. The first few years were the hardest, learning how to live a life without their mother. Overtime, they formed their routine, and Andy was able to become somewhat functional in society, but she was never the same again. Because Ken was still too young to care for himself, when Andy graduated from high school, she only went to college part time. She was accepted into NYU for Graphic Design. Her passion for digital art started when she would sit at her computer late at night, her brother in bed and her father locked away in his office. It started out simple, trying to paint a picture in the classic program ‘Paint’ and it only developed from there. Now, 23 years old, Andy had two more semesters left until she could finally graduate. Fall semester was complete and winter break 2016 has begun.
| Extra | She has never been in a relationship, but it is a deep desire of hers. Also, she hates the word luscious.