[OOC] Room Number 405

[SamaraJayne96]

Room Number 405

Oxbridge Academy.
A prestigious institution that attends to only the most elite class of students. Whomever had earned their degree was guaranteed a life of success in their preferred career path. Any college would jump at the chance of accepting an alumni from the academy. The class roster consisted of students who are known to be geniuses, have important backgrounds, or of course, students from wealthy families.

Certain amenities were expected of the school for the inhabitants whom had attained their social status. There was the gymnasium that had cost billions of dollars to construct. Not only due to it's architecture, but the fact that it had had a pool, tennis court, basketball court, football fields, etc. Also included, was a vigorous music program for any sub-category you could imagine. Whether it be orchestra, band, choir, you name it, they have classes for it. This includes any of the arts, drama, and other extracurricular corses as well as academic programs.

It was the middle of the second semester at Oxbridge Academy. Winter had come, covering the entire campus with a blanket of snow. Students had already been enrolled in their classes, some doing better than others. During this time, some of the faculty members had noticed a select few adolescents whom had not been doing as well as what was expected from the school. Some had poor grades, some were simply acting out in various ways, others were known to have a severe mental disorder. In a recent staff meeting it was decided that the schools head counselor take part in an after school program in which to meet the delinquents needs.

Room 405.
A classroom located on the fourth floor of the main campus. During the school day the room was used as a gathering area for the student leaders. The President, Vice President, Secretary, etc. It was decided that the meeting room be used as the meeting place for the students in need of proper counseling.

Will these teenagers become friends? Will there be rivalries? Romance? The faculty thought it would be best to utilize the time for group counseling verses individual. Their argument on the matter was that the students would have something in common and work together to reclaim their social and academic status.

[Joshua Tamashii]

Name:



Nickname:
AAA, though she dislikes this one
Ame

Age:
14

Gender:
Female

Sexual Orientation:
Straight

Personality:
Amelia is a very shy and reclusive girl, which is not helped by her muteness and fondness for quiet places. Preferring the company of nature to the company of other humans, Amelia tends to shun social gatherings in order to spend time by herself and go for a walk around town, particularly the local parks and gardens. However, she is not completely anti-social. Once one can get past her shy personality and inability to talk, they can find a girl who values the company of others, especially those she counts among her friends. She is willing to listen to them and let them vent their griefs to her and help them get over their problems so long as it is within her ability and she feels that 'helping' will not hurt them more.

Like all people though, she is not without her downsides. Other then her overly shy nature, Amelia lacks any and all traces of self-confidence. She views her sketches and paintings as average or, more often, below average, despite that fact that they are very detailed and realistic works of art. She is also scared that she won't live up to the expectations of others, especially her parents and those she considers friends. To her, disappointing them is tantamount to failing at life. While she is eager the please others, she has a strong sense of right and wrong and will not do anything she views as wrong, even if pressured to do so. If she loses a friend doing something she knows is right, she at least takes solace in doing the right thing, even if she feels terrible afterwards.

When it comes to love, Amelia is inexperienced but knows what she wants. She wants someone who doesn't force her to do things she doesn't want to and will support her, even in the toughest of times, as well being able to accept everything about her, good and bad. However, she doubts anyone would even be interested in her and doesn't have high hopes of finding anyone. This is not helped by her appearance, as she feels vastly underdeveloped compared to some of the other girl's she was around.

Biography:
Born to a middle class family consisting of her father Thomas, a small time business man, her mother Erina, who owned a flower shop, and her older brother Arthur, Amelia has lead a mostly sheltered the protected life. From a very young age, Amelia's health was a concern. The first known problem was her muteness, which was immediately obvious from birth. The second concern was her immune system, which seemed on the weaker side, causing her to get sick quickly and recover slowly.

One of Amelia's favorite activities early on in her life was drawing, something she would spend most of her time doing. By the time she was in second grade, her artistic skills were well beyond those of her peers. She was able to accurately draw the flowers in her mother's shop, albeit without the details needed to be considered truly accurate. Seeing this, her parents signed her up for extra art classes and began pushing her to improve. As time went on, they would become overly critical of her work, to the point that it seemed like nothing would satisfy them.

To make matters worse, her brother wasn't very supportive of her either. Jealous of all the attention his little sister was receiving, the boy began bullying her while they were still young. Taking advantage of her inability to talk, and therefore call for help, and inability to fight back for fear of causing more drama, the boy would pull off various malicious, sometimes cruel, stunts. When Amelia was only six, he locked her out of the house during a thunderstorm while their parents were away, only letting her in in time for her to take a bath and change cloths before their parents came home, leaving the girl traumatized for life. Time has not calmed him and if anything, his bullying has escalated to full on abuse, though he is careful that none of it leaves visible marks.

Other then her home life, and the expectations placed upon her, Amelia has lead a rather normal, uneventful life until four years ago. Moving up in the business world, Amelia's father can now afford to send her to more expensive schools and, just after her freshman year began, had his daughter transferred to a new high school. The transition was rough for her, as she quickly became a target for bullying due to her shy nature, inability to talk, and 'lowly upbringing'. This, along is her increasingly withdrawn nature has led her to being put into Room 405 for counseling.

Likes:
Visual art
Nature
Rainy Days
Sweets

Dislikes:
Sunny Days
Metal Music
Spicy Food
Bullying of any kind
Her Brother (More of a fear)
Thunder and Lightning (Major Phobia)
Being Unable to Meet Other's Expectation (Fear)

[SamaraJayne96]

@Joshua Tamashii
Accepted :)
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[Metronome]

Sometimes silence...

Name: Kurt Mangrove

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Orientation: Heterosexual

Personality:
Kurt is more or less a social outcast. Aside from a few friends, he doesn't have much going for him. Kurt isn't very outgoing or friendly. He tends to stick with the people he knows and won't venture out of his friend group unless pushed to. He's pretty secretive, never talking about himself or his family. His quiet nature, mixed with his grim attire and tall stature, tends to make people nervous.

Kurt most likely suffers from undiagnosed depression. He shows up to school when it's convenient for him, because some days he just doesn't want to see other people. As of right now, he's just going through the motions of a teenager's life, not really seeming to enjoy the ride.

He was assigned room 405 based on one teacher's not inaccurate suspicion that he was being neglected by his parents.

Appearance:
Most of Kurt's clothes were hand-me-downs from his dad.
He wears a lot of dark colors, red, bright purple, and skeleton themed clothes, most of which are too big for him. His dad has a lot of money, so most of the clothes Kurt wears are name brand and very expensive. This leads people to believe that Kurt has money, which is false.

Body-wise, Kurt is very tall and skinny. He stands at 6'2", and still waiting on one last growth spurt. He is very lanky, and could probably use a little more protein in his diet. His knobby joints tend to stick out, and his face is sort of gaunt. He is very pale skinned, giving him an overall half-dead appearance. His hair is messy, dark curls. His eyes are dark blue, almost purple looking. Kurt has a faded scar on his either side of his throat, almost as if it was skewered with something. He has a few noticeable track marks on his arms from a few years ago, but he's mostly clean now.

Other:
Kurt is a functional mute. While he can talk, scarring in his throat and vocal cords make it uncomfortable and very rough sounding. This probably has something to due with the scars on his neck, which he never really cares to explain. He's had them for a very long time. He mostly communicates via sign language, and really only talks out loud when he has to. His voice usually frightens people when they first hear it.

The internal scarring on his throat also makes it difficult for him to swallow solid food. For the most part, Kurt lives on a diet of smoothies, soups, protein shakes, pudding, and custard-like textures. His poor nutritional intake probably attribute to his thin build.

Likes:
Cool weather
Hot chocolate
Sleeping

Dislikes:
Crowds
Being spoken to like a child
Being confronted

History:
Most of his friends enjoy rebelling against their parents,
meanwhile, Kurt just wishes he had parents. His dad was a popular punk singer from the eighties. His mother was a groupie. His mother was unfit to raise children, so Kurt's father was saddled with taking care of him. This usually consisted of him being dumped off on stage managers and other groupies. Kurt actually saw very little of his father. He was, instead, raised by punkrockers who really had no business being anywhere near a child, and most of whom were hardcore drug abusers. It's a miracle Kurt survived his childhood mostly unscathed.

Kurt's father finally began to lose popularity and began to fade into the background of the music world. He bought a large house and settled down for a while, actually hanging around Kurt for a few years. This didn't last long. He decided to go and re-kindle his career and took off again, leaving Kurt alone at the house. Occasionally, money will appear in an envelope with no return address, but for the most part, Kurt is on his own. He avoids disclosing his family background or home situation to anyone but his closest friends, because he doesn't want to be taken away and put into foster care.

...is the best retort.

[Sputnik]

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Name:
Susan Atkins

Nickname:
Sue

Age:
18

Gender:
Female

Sexual Orientaion:
Mostly gay

Personality:

Sue is a walking, 5'8 and 123 pounds of nonplussed sass n' spunk. As hard it is to believe now, Sue was a once a star student in Oxbridge. For years she did everything to reach her parent's impossible standards. It was grueling, adding to that their constant disappointment of "never being like her older siblings". It burdened her so much, to the point where she just stopped everything, stood up for herself and gave her parents the middle finger. Well, not literally. The thought of even doing it horrifies her. They'd probably kill her where she stood.

She is very outgoing, expressive, friendly, loves social gatherings and can almost talk to anyone. She's the type who never backs down from a good dare and that makes her fun to hang out with. It's impossible to not find a friend in Susan, that is if they're the type to endure her dynamic energy that may root from the fact that she is easily distracted, never really staying in one place for a long time. She is an out and proud enthusiast of sloths. It's one of her low-key childhood dreams to domesticating a one. Her phone wallpaper is a picture of a sloth, plus the 100+ images saved on her photo gallery.

Sue is a formidable volleyball athlete, and is great with the team though at times they would see her as just being bossy. In serious situations she would keep her head straight, always having to choose the most practical and logical thing to do in a given situation. Though it is a challenge to her when faced with emotional confrontations, as she is easy to break down and this alone scares and embarrasses her if witnessed by the other person. Though never eloquent with words, nor as expressive with the mushy bits, there is a compassionate soul within her. She would show that she cares, albiet in her own crude and awkward way.

Biography:


It became a running joke within the siblings that Susan wasn't actually born to her parents, but instead sprouted out their backyard one sunny summer morning. It was due to the fact that she was born when her parents was already at their mid 40's, and her birth was unplanned. Aside from the distance; her parents are retired lawyers now residing abroad, while her three siblings are scattered all over the world, their generation gaps somehow became an obstacle in their relationship. Her sibling before her was almost two decades older than she is.

Most of her childhood she grew up alone, and was homeschooled until she reached her middle school years where she was enrolled in Oxbridge Academy, a prestigious institution. The best school that money can ever buy. She was once shy and sheltered, and during that time she started to come out of her shell little by little. Her friends greatly encouraged her to do so, signing up for class programs, hopping from one club to another until she found her passion in Volleyball.

She is prone to putting herself in a lot of trouble, although nothing too serious at most, other than missing a lot of classes, vandalizing the walls of the girl's bathroom and was once luckily suspended for streaking because of a silly dare. Her parents later on reimburse the institute for the "damages". Because of the shenanigans she got herself into the school requires that she is to attend regular counseling in Room 405.



Likes:
-Sloths
-Adventuring
-Sports
-Jokes
-Road Trips
-Beaches

Dislikes:
-Getting sick
-Lazy days
-creepy crawlies

disdork

[Sputnik]

@SamaraJayne96 Done, forgot to tag you.

[SamaraJayne96]

@Metronome@Sputnik
Accepted! Please post your CS in the Characters tab

[SamaraJayne96]

I'm thinking we should have at least two more characters before we begin.

[Silent Whispers]

@SamaraJayne96
Are you still accepting characters? O.O

[SamaraJayne96]

@HushedWhispers
Definitely

[Silent Whispers]

@HushedWhispers
Definitely

@SamaraJayne96

Coolio. :)

[Amaranth]

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Name:
Nicolette Le Blanc

Nickname:
Nicky

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual

Appearance:
Nicky prefers to not put a whole lot of thought or effort into her appearance. Her cream-coloured hair is usually messy or tied into a sloppy ponytail or sidetail. She is usually drowsy due to late night painting or photography sessions or just general restlessness and it reflects in her blank, tired stare. Makeup is usually not on the top of her priorities though she is still considered pretty without it. When she is deep in thought her expression does not change from its usual stare. Though her expression can be considered harsh at times she is for the most part, well-meaning. Nicky enjoys over-the-shoulder baggy shirts and jackets because they are fairly low-effort.

Physically, she stands at about 5'5 or 5'4 (about 166 cm) with soft blue eyes and a slight-but-not-stick-thin build.

Personality:
Nicolette is a... confusing girl. On one hand she is smart and a talented visual artist. She enjoys capturing still images of life and the world, mostly through photography and painting. On the other hand she appears to have trouble expressing herself through most ways normal people would do so, namely spoken words. She isn't mute and can speak perfectly fine, no, her troubles start in her brain and end with her mouth. In a word, she is obfuscatory. She has had trouble applying herself at school in the past and it's not really clear if Nicolette is purposefully confusing or if she cannot help it. It was a hotly debated subject among the teachers and staff in the past whether or not she is lazy or something deeper.

Her methods of communication seem to vary between moods. Sometimes she is perfectly lucid and is capable of voicing her thoughts. Other times she slides into stream-of-consciousness, almost babbling. Her thoughts becoming tangled word-knots only the most abstract of thinkers can decipher. Certain days she appears highly motivated and takes breathtaking photographs of life unfolding around her. Yet on other days she takes blurry photos of nothing or paints meaningless (to the observer at least) art. In her moments of overt lucidity she enjoys deadpan humour, while other times she seems to think certain, arbitrary things are amusing.

Unsurprisingly she struggles in almost every core class but art and doubly so if group work or logical thinking is involved. Most classmates treat her respectfully but keep her at an arm's length, wary of her odd nature and fey disposition. Even teachers have trouble understanding what exactly is wrong (if anything) with her. Her favourite animal is the Spotted Garden Eel, though she is characteristically paradoxical about her reasons for that.

Biography:
Nicolette was born into a fairly well-to-do family, although not particularly well off compared to some of the families that had children attending Oxbridge Academy. Her parents noted her fondness for painting from a young age and supported and nurtured her talent until she eventually discovered her second (and arguably most passionate) love: Photography. However, she also showed a distinct trouble with words. She wasn't ineloquent, she just had trouble stringing together words in a fashion that both properly expressed her feelings and also made grammatical sense.

Her parents simply assumed she was precocious and enjoyed word games as much as she enjoyed photography and painting, but it seemed a consistent trifle and one that didn't simply vanish as Nicky matured. She had trouble making friends throughout school due to her jumbled manner of communication and trouble expressing herself in ways that weren't art. Nicolette was not totally friendless though, she had a few friends who found her endearing and they established some understanding.

Nicolette was granted admittance to Oxbridge Academy mostly on account of her remarkable skill for photography and not-insignificant talent at painting as well. Though she has not disappointed in those respects, she has been a lacklustre student in most other respects, near failing most other classes and frequently falling asleep on benches and in the grass around the campus. She seems driven by whimsy or laziness or perhaps some combination of the two. Either way, the staff have found it unacceptable and placed her into Room 405 in hopes of helping her to find an academic and social drive.

Likes:

• Photography
• Painting
• Spotted Garden Eels
• Talking
• Being talked to
• Lazy days & calm moments
• Dry humour

Dislikes:

• Talking
• Being talked to
• Not being understood
• Stress
• Strictness
• Isolation

[AdmrlStalfos19]

Hmm... I might actually pick this up.

Regina Branch, the Schizophrenic Expectant Mother

"Y-yes, I'm off my meds. Thanks for asking!"

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Personal Information

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Name: Regina Branch
Nickname: Reggie/Reg
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight (but not afraid to experiment)

Appearance:

Regina is a beautiful young girl who stands at 155cm (5' 1") and weighs in at 57kg (125lbs). The extra weight that she has over most girls is solely due to her pregnancy, which she is currently 5 months into. She has quite the sizable assets for a 15yo girl and the shape of her hips compliment her figure, although her BWH ratio stands at 26-28-23 if measured in inches and 66-71-58 if measured in centimeters. She wears a strapless bra and matching-colored panties underneath her clothing, and although she often wears a short skirt around home, she'll usually wear a pair of bike shorts or a longer skirt instead whenever she's on campus, out of respect for the dress code. She doesn't always keep her hair in a ponytail either, sometimes choosing to let her hair down and allow it to fall below her shoulders.

Personality:

Unsurprisingly, the biggest thing to note about Regina (apart from her schizophrenia or her pregnancy, that is) is that she is quite the chatterbox. She just loves to catch up on all the gossip that's going on around her, and if she has something to say about something about a specific topic, you can bet that she'll throw in her two cents. As typical of a socialite, Regina's ability to make friends with someone depends entirely on how well they can or are willing to hold a conversation. But she'll invest a lot of effort in each attempt to communicate with a new face, and she'll make multiple attempts as well. She'll even exercise her decent knowledge of sign language if she realizes that regular talking doesn't cut it with a specific someone in particular, or if there's an evident language barrier, she'll look into learning her intended converser's native language and see if she can grasp it. And if all else fails and she has no-one to talk to, Regina will happily run her mouth off in front of her reflection in a mirror or the like. The hard part is convincing her that she needs to give it a rest, especially without her taking it personally.

Truth be told though, someone has to keep talking in order for Regina to ascertain her own sanity. She has a vast difficulty coping with extended periods of silence, and if her surroundings are reticent for too long, she'll shriek in recoil if she hears the slightest sound that isn't from her own actions; even the noise made by someone accidentally dropping a pencil. This makes it extremely difficult on those that prefer the peace and quiet, and downright impossible for Regina to sit an exam unless special preparations have been made for her in advance. The worrying thing is that, although she has medication specifically designed to combat symptoms like this, Regina remains adamant that she can't take it any more due to her pregnancy... and even if there was schizophrenia medication that she could take whilst pregnant, chances are that either she tried it before and it wasn't powerful enough to make a non-negligible difference, or it's still in its experimental stages; and Regina is not the slightest bit comfortable putting something that'd be classified as experimental into her body.

For someone who would willingly open up about her schizophrenia, Regina puts up a valiant front of normalcy while she's out in public. She tries her best to keep cool, calm and collected, not to react to anything that it'd be abnormal to and not to let her schizophrenia get the best of her. It's a tall order considering how much of a juggling act each symptom provides, and the fact that she no choice but to share a learning experience with known delinquents makes things all the harder. However, while the natural stubbornness that she gets from her mother is both a blessing at times and a curse at others, in this case Regina's refusal to give up works to her advantage. She wants to beat her schizophrenia with everything she's got, and she'll be damned if it winds up defining her as a person.

Biography

Diagnosed with schizophrenia at the age of 5 years old under the Cognitive Disturbances scale, Regina Branch was always somewhat of a difficult child to look after. Unfortunately, what made it harder on her was that neither of her parents could devote as much time to be there for her as she truly needed. Her mother, Gnrl. Raegan Branch, was always on deployment overseeing the battalion of military personnel under her command, and her father, Dr. Evan Branch, had to continually advance his career in order to be able to put food on the table for the family. The job of looking after Regina was supposed to fall under the responsibilities of her two teenage siblings, sister Galilea and brother Zaid, but Zaid would always insist that he needed to study or do too much homework or other things each time he was asked, and Galilea made it abundantly clear that she wanted nothing to do with Regina. On top of that, it was evident that Galilea's hotblooded nature and instinctive aggression towards others was a bad influence, and telling her to do something she wouldn't hesitate to refuse was just asking for trouble. So in the end, Regina had to endure a childhood of loneliness. It was here that her schizophrenia began to make itself known.

Regina was an emotional child at first, never able to help but burst into tears the second something went wrong. At first, the only person in the whole family that had a problem with this was Galilea, who would always react in a hostile manner whenever she heard Regina's crying. But after a while, Zaid too rapidly tired of it, and even Dr. Evan decided enough was enough. He immediately look into medication that was safe for Regina to digest that would help her ease the burden, and after some painstaking research, finally found something worth prescribing her with. She'd since mellowed out a lot, but was still prone to panic attacks... and still is to this day, as unfortunate as the cards that were dealt to her in life. As such, Dr. Evan hired a private tutor to home-school Regina, feeling as though that was the best option to educate her for the future. This would continue right up until the age of 14, where Regina would eventually be eligible to be enrolled into Oxbridge Academy.

While she was scared that her panic attacks would flare up at the worst possible time, Regina eventually braved the ordinary high school life... only to find out there wasn't as much to be afraid of as she first thought. Her classmates were friendly enough and her teachers were understanding of her condition. The faculty had even organized a completely different seating arrangement for Regina when mid-year and end-of-year exams came around, so that she'd be separated from the other students in order to prevent them from being distracted, and were kind enough to give her more time to complete her own should she need it. But it all went downhill the following year. A goth girl was assigned to Regina's class that year as a new student, and she would not accept any pleasantries from anyone. She was rude to everyone around her, even the teachers, and she spared no-one from all the flak that she claimed to feel obligated to dish out. It was little wonder then, that the goth girl had triggered a panic attack from Regina, but she went even further; scoffing at the sight of the full-bladed craft knife that she instinctively reached for and daring her to throw it before turning her back to leave, as if to defy the possibility that Regina wouldn't wind up throwing it in her panic or, even if she did, that it wouldn't miss her completely and that her resulting expulsion wouldn't be in vain.

Imagine the goth girl's surprise, then, when that very same craft knife struck her blade first and dug in so close to her spinal canal, inflicting enough damage to send her falling to her knees. Regina froze in horror, not knowing whether she should try to help the fallen goth girl to her feet or bolt in the opposing direction. Thankfully, paramedics arrived who weren't so hopelessly slow to respond, and were able to bring the fallen goth girl into the hospital for treatment. But Regina wasn't so lucky; not only did she face an immediate expulsion from the academy, but she was also sued for damages, with the threat of being dragged into juvenile hall should she be found guilty. It was a good thing Zaid had studied to be a defense attorney this whole time, as the minute he caught wind of the case, he immediately assigning himself to represent Regina for her defense. He managed to convince the jury to find her not guilty due to temporary insanity, but begrudgingly had to settle for allowing the opposing prosecutor to file a restraining order between her and the goth girl that would last for 6 months, in exchange for her freedom. Zaid was quick to criticize the younger sister for refusing to answer the vast majority of the prosecutor's questions, but Regina was so terrified by the whole ordeal of having to show up for court that she couldn't even bring herself to breath a sigh of relief once the case was over. Seeing that, Zaid realized that he couldn't fault Regina for her lack of commentary after all.

A month had passed since then, and all of a sudden, one of Regina's former classmates had called her cell to say that he was hosting a party and that she was invited. Evidently he felt sorry for the hell that "that goth bitch" had put her through, and thought that the invitation would cheer her up considering she looked like a party girl at heart. He did say that he had to discuss said invitation with some of the others though and while issues were definitely had, the majority were surprisingly OK with it and/or didn't care. Relieved that the classmate was kind enough to offer the invitation, Regina gladly accepted. And she had a blast that night, catching up with old friends, going ham on beer skulling and doing all sorts of crazy shenanigans. She doesn't remember everything that happened that day, but she eventually discovered that she would've likely gotten pregnant sometime within that night's time-frame. To twins no less! Regina wasn't sure how she felt about that though, as this practically forced her off of her medication, much to Dr. Evan's dismay. Still, Regina felt fine around home for the most part. A lot of that was because of Dr. Evan's supervision, though conversing with him and telling stories to him felt therapeutic for Regina as well, and that certainly helped.

Four months later, another unexpected call had woken Regina up with a fright. It was from the principal of Oxbridge Academy himself, and he called Regina directly to let her know that there was a counseling program to be held in Room 405 that would help her get her education back on track, and that he could lift the expulsion that the school held on her should she choose to attend this program. Apparently the program was to be led by a Mrs. Cornelia Anderson, a teacher that Regina personally didn't know and most certainly never met. Between that and the mentioning there'd be... other, troubled students that were all assigned to take this program, Regina grew wary over the whole thing. So she asked the principal if she could come back to him on it, and immediately talked it over with Dr. Evan, who advised her to attend it. Reluctantly accepting the offer, Regina requested the right to back out at any time, but the principal stated that that would mean reinstating her expulsion. That could only mean one thing; once again, it'd be time for Regina to put on a brave face.

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Miscellaneous Information

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Theme Song: Maximize, by Amaranthe
Ideal Voice Actresses: Janice Kawaye (En)/Eri Kitamura (Jp)
Likes:

• The sound of her own voice
• Cute things in general
• Listening to music
• Shopping
• Playing the odd video game
• Attending parties
• Going out to the beach in a bikini
• Miraculously getting a decent grade

Dislikes:

• Deathly silence
• Studying
• Forgetting something important
• "Recalling" a false memory
• Being laughed or giggled at*
• Being told to shut up, go away or mind her own business*
• Overhearing things said about her behind her back*

Tidbits of Trivia:

• Dislikes marked * have been known to send Regina into startling panic attacks, and are more likely to do so the more spiteful they come across. It all starts with the twitch of one specific eye, followed by slowly backing away from whomever she believes was at fault for the panic attack, slightly to the left or right depending on which eye had twitched on her, and towards either something with a blade or the heaviest thing she can find... and is actually capable of lifting. The final warning she'll give before snapping is a sudden bolt straight for the item that popped in her head at that time, before threatening to throw it at the person at fault, or threatening the use of martial arts if she hadn't found anything suitable. All the while, the color of her skin will have drained and her whole body will have shaken like a leaf. It takes a lot of effort to calm Regina down once she's in this state, and reminding her of the consequences for following through with her panic attack only makes it escalate. The only thing holding her schizophrenia back from going ham on each of her panic attacks is the fact that she doesn't want to hurt anyone, and that all she wants is to live a normal life.
• Regina has medication specifically designed to prevent her schizophrenia from acting up and keep its symptoms in check, but she hasn't taken it since her discovery of her pregnancy. The reason for this is due the potential of said medication interfering with the health and growth of her unborn children. She doesn't refer to it as "pretty potent shit" for nothing, after all.
• Whenever a teacher asks the class a question for someone to answer, Regina is among the first to raise her hand without fail. However, there's a good chance that she'll immediately follow this up by not actually answering the question. Regina has done this multiple times during her tenure at Oxbridge Academy prior to her expulsion, her actual responses ranging from belting out the lyrics to whatever song was stuck in her head at the time, repeating that same question back to the teacher, realizing that she actually has no idea what the answer is, trying to strike a conversation with the teacher or anything in between. She even once kept her hand up for another couple of minutes after the fact, completely failing to register that the teacher already picked her to answer it.
• Ever the optimist, Regina always looks at the bright side of things, and will happily share the positive memories she has with others. However, she doesn't recall everything correctly from the memories she's less afraid to share, and is prone to get a key detail wrong; usually one that in turn makes it difficult for one to believe that the story that she's trying to tell has any truth behind it. And on the flip side, she remembers everything about each bad experience that she's ever had to deal with with vivid precision. It's likely that the bad memories had left a more prominent impression on Regina than the good ones have, and her frustration over this is evident. Her biggest gripe is that for the life of her, she still can't recall who it was that impregnated her; all she knows about it so far is that it had to be someone from that party that she was invited to way back when...

Varrien Morton, Out of a Gang War and Into the Fire

"This is a war of attrition. Winner takes all."

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Personal Information

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Name: Varrien Morton
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight

Appearance:

Slightly taller than the average person his age, Varrien stands at a height of 173cm (5' 8"), and weighs in at 64kg (141lbs). His attire is surprisingly presentable considering the sheer length of his life that he spent homeless. True, there are traces of dirt hither and thither, but it's nothing that common laundry detergent can't remove. Varrien has a scar just below his right eye that was caused by the grazing of a blade slash, though it seems to have healed. His blood red eyes are piercing in nature, and always moving as he takes note of his surroundings.


(Gun not included)

Personality:

When it comes down to it, Varrien views life as one big colossal game of chess. He's aware that there are more than 4 billion people chaotically "thrown" across the world in all different directions as opposed to 16 pieces arranged for each player in an organised fashion, but his analogy of it remains the same. White makes the first move. Playing pieces are defeated. Pawns get promoted into more powerful figures. Queens can move almost anywhere they damn well please. There are good moves and there are bad ones. There are strategies that may sound good in theory, but are prone to falling flat in practice. But at the end of the day, all that matters is that the King has a place to move whenever he's put in check. This is why Varrien takes his time thinking about what might be an idea for his next move and what the consequences will be should he follow through with it... though it may be more correct to say that he's silently brooding over his next move and its consequences. Nonetheless, Varrien is a realist, and is meticulously cautious with his plotting towards his goals.

Varrien often chooses to stay quiet most of the time, and keeps everything he ever thinks about to himself. He may have no qualms responding to whoever speaks to him and addresses him personally, but he rarely initiates a conversation, instead preferring to keep his eyes and ears open and observe the populace that he's among. When he does speak, Varrien's words are brief and to the point, if not with an ominous meaning behind them. They way he focuses his eyes can be described equally to a hawk watching its prey. And he almost never softens his gaze, not even towards someone that he originally perceives as non-threatening. He has one reason for this and one reason alone: Things change. Stances... change. Unsurprisingly, the vast majority of Oxbridge Academy's students will just take one look at Varrien and his unrelenting leer and see him as little more than a creep. But those that look more deeply into his eyes see a stoic, hardened and unwavering individual, who it's clear has had to endure more than someone ever really should at his age.

Attempting to intimidate Varrien will only make him more leery than he already comes across on the surface, and he's difficult to provoke overall. But that doesn't mean that he'll appreciate being tested; he holds a lot of spite and hatred bottled inside of him after all, and some of it will be unleashed at just such an occasion. He makes no apologies for any feelings that he hurts along the way. After all, Varrien didn't come to Oxbridge Academy to make friends. He went there to learn things. And if he's not learning about the subject that he and the class are supposed to be learning about, he'll learn a little more around the classmates that surround him; either that, or he'll learn a little more about what tries the teacher's patience. Sometimes it's these little trinkets of information that make Varrien's day. Earning Varrien's trust is a tall order, and before he even thinks about placing it on anyone in particular, he'll want to know as much about that person as he possibly can.

"Trust is like a mirror," he says, "It might not be impossible to fix... but you can still see the crack in that motherfucker's reflection."

Biography

Varrien Morton grew up in the streets of Detroit, where crime was through the roof and gang-related violence was not uncommon at all. Both of his parents were caught in the crossfire of a turf war and were shot down as collateral damage, and police only barely got to the scene by the virtue of one squad vehicle conducting a routine patrol. Varrien was only 6 years old at the time, and he had no idea they even left the house since he was asleep. However, when news of his parents' death actually reached him, he took it as well as one would expect a child to take such dreadful news... that is to say, not well in the slightest. Wondering what the hell he was going to do, Varrien immediately went to stockpile everything in his parents possession, thinking that if all the zombie apocalypse movies he watched had ever taught him anything, it was that keeping track of one's inventory would be essential to survival. It was several minutes into this stockpiling that Varrien found a pistol inside one pillow on his parents' bed. He assumed his father got it in order to protect the family from home invaders... ironic, considering he never thought to take it with him, or alternatively thought that he shouldn't, when he and Varrien's mother went out the night that they died. Varrien didn't want to take it; the very sight of it angered him for reminding him of the cruel way his parents lost their lives. But the realist in him considered it a necessary evil, so he hid it underneath his shirt and continued on. He needed something on him when it came time to leave the house, after all.

Extracting all the cash from his parents' bank accounts and scrunching through their usual bills to get an idea of their expenses, Varrien figured that he could only afford to stay in his own home for 4 more months, and no amount of rationing could buy him any more time. He did the best he could though, and he was smart to consume the perishables first while he could still afford to keep the refrigerator running, before moving onto the canned goods. He also had that long to decide what to take into the unforgiving wasteland that was Detroit with him, and there were a lot of things that he'd have no choice but to abandon and leave to thieves who would later break in to raid the house. Eventually though, Varrien decided that he'd back in one pillow, some blankets, a few of his father's old clothes that he'd eventually grow into, a few of his own clothes, a large canister of water and whatever food was leftover, all stuffed into the largest backpack he could find in the house. He also managed to squeeze in a box of matches and a ream or two of printer paper, which he wanted to take since he'd never know when he'd need to start a fire to keep warm with. And he crammed in a bar of soap as well, in case he ever passed by a pond or a river or another large body of water.

And so Varrien began his journey as a homeless person, slowly but surely drifting away from the house he used to live in and ever so closer to Detroit's city center. He definitely had more than his fair share of close calls over the years. These ranged from his first mugger encounter at the age of 8, almost being run down by a drunk driver at the age of 9 (who Varrien would not have seen coming had he not developed a stronger sense of night vision), passing by a riot that occurred later that year only to take a rock to the face, getting into a fist fight at 12 that he barely won... he even would've risked third degree burns back at 11 if not for his reflexes, when some jackass lifted a barrel that he'd previously lit a fire in to stay warm and threw it straight at him and his stuff, the fire torching some of it in the process. Those were just the more violent close calls, and there was no counting the number of run-ins he had with the police for a whole mess of misdemeanors. Eventually though, after 7 of the longest and most painstaking years of his life, Varrien finally made it to an airport that would take him away from Detroit forever...

...only for him to immediately be sent to juvenile hall for pick-pocketing a noble in London. Varrien was sure that he successfully got away, but the apprehending officer said that someone bore witness to the chase that ensued and phoned the station to report it, which would explain why he got caught in the end. Scoffing at this display of bad luck, Varrien reluctantly complied with the officer, and made no attempt to resist. But he supposed it wasn't all bad. At least he'd have a roof over his head for the first time in 7 years, and he'd be sure when exactly he'd get his next meal as well. He was set to release due to serving the necessary time, but on the last day, he had a run-in with a thug that had beef with him, and this thug had his own idea of settling it. Brandishing a makeshift blade, the inmate lunged at Varrien, who was barely able to avoid getting cut. Varrien was able to disarm the thug with a well-placed karate chop, but the guards forcibly separated the two before the fight could escalate out of control, and the warden slapped on another 6 month sentence for both of them.

When due time was spent, Varrien was set out on probation, on the condition that he'd be looked after by a parole officer to ensure that he didn't get into any more trouble. The officer assigned to this role, a Constable Vera Hackman, had noted that Varrien had nowhere to go, and thus offered him a place to stay at her loft. This was a win-win situation, really. On the one hand, Varrien would have a roof over his head as well as a guaranteed supply of food on the table each day, and on the other, Vera would have a much easier time keeping an eye on him as per her job. They discussed a few things a few things, such as few events of Varrien's life that he was willing to share, a few typical English customs, Vera's lack of love life and her weight issues... y'know, generic small talk. While she was on the subject of discussing options for Varrien's schooling though, Vera had an idea, and gave a call to her younger sister who was a teacher at Oxbridge Academy. Through this call, Vera discovered that the academy had recently put through a counseling program which they've dedicated a classroom known as Room 405 to, and by the sound of its description, Varrien would be a prime candidate for said program. Vera looked over to Varrien while she was still on the phone, and Varrien in turn shrugged his shoulders, implying that he really didn't care. The sister then patched Vera through to the principal of the school who, albeit reluctantly, signed Varrien on to the program and had him enrolled in the process.

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Hopefully this would be the new leaf that Varrien would turn over.

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Miscellaneous Information

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Theme Song: The Vengeful One, by Disturbed
Ideal Voice Actors: Liam O'Brien (En)/Junichi Suwabe (Jp)
Likes:

• Guns
• Strategizing
• Examining other people
• Keeping his eyes and ears open
• Ruling the roost

Dislikes:

• Guns
• Taking orders
• His possessions being confiscated
• Arrogance
• Making enemies
• Failing a personal goal

Tidbits of Trivia:

• Varrien taught himself how to wield a pistol at the age of 6. If not for the situation that he was in, there was no doubt that he wouldn't be allowed anywhere near any kind of gun, so the fact that he can wield a pistol as efficiently as he does is somewhat intimidating, especially for one with a fear of guns or doesn't condone violence. He hasn't shot anyone though... yet.
• Another thing Varrien should never have learned how to do, but which he has, is pick-pocketing. He has walked away with other people's wallets, keys, cellphones, food and other small items numerous times, and 7 times out of 10 he'd have gone before the victim had even realized that anything was missing. Occasionally he was chased down by someone he successfully pick-pocketed from, but this is where knowing the streets like the back of his hand came into play. This was Varrien's main method of acquiring possessions back when he was still involved in a gang war, and while it's no longer necessary to utilize it any more, it may still come in handy for him.
• One thing to note about Varrien is that he prefers to work for something he wants over it just being handed to him. He feels as though he's actually achieved something that way, and that makes it all the more satisfying to him. That said, Varrien will still accept what he's given. He might not show appreciation in an obvious manner, but he's of the opinion that it's the thought that counts.

[SamaraJayne96]

@Amaranth
Accepted :) Please post your CS in Character tab

[Amaranth]

Thanks! :D

[SamaraJayne96]

I think we need at least one or two more male characters before we begin...
Idk what do you guys think?

[AdmrlStalfos19]

@SamaraJayne96

I could possibly make a male character. Having said that, I've already started on yet another girl, so we'll have to see which comes out better :/

Perhaps if I post the two apps when I'm done with both, and you pick which one I ultimately go with... Would that work?

[SamaraJayne96]

@AdmrlStalfos19
Thatd be great :)

[EurmalEye]

Not quite done yet but just putting it up so I can finish up later

Erik Fieldson WIP

Name: Erik Fieldson

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Sexuality Orientation: Straight

Personality: Erik starts off being very personable and friendly to the new people he meets, but the more you get to know him the more obvious his arrogance and self centered nature tend to come through. He is also somewhat manipulative as he attempts to use people to his own benefit. That being said there is no genuine malice in his actions, he simply does what is best for him and does not particularly care about how his actions affect others. Summarized into a few traits, he is charming, arrogant, self-centered, and struggles with true empathy.

Biography: Erik's parents divorced when he was about the age of three. He lived with his mother most of the time usually seeing his father for one weekend every month, though his father attempted to see him more often. His mother praised Erik constantly for in her eyes he could do no wrong. The pattern continued into his developmental years, adolescence, and early teenage years always being told how special he was. Any obstacles in his path were either dealt with quickly by his mother or he was taken away from them. However, his mother began using narcotics and his father seized the opportunity to regain custody of Erik. Erik for his part has always vehemently denied any wrongdoing on the part of his mother and continually got into fights with his father about not being supportive enough of him or caring enough about him.

Likes: Praise, being in the limelight, sweet foods, and journaling (when asked he enjoys saying that many successful people across history have done the same).

Dislikes: Criticism, being upstaged, perceived disrespect of anything, and not fond of sour things.

Appearance:

Erik has a somewhat muscular frame gained more for aesthetic value than any particular desire for strength or goal. He is extremely meticulous in personal grooming and is always clean shaven. His is rather handsome and has green eyes. He has medium length brown hair with its style taken from the most recent men's fashion magazine as such his hair style tends to change rather often. He wears exclusively long sleeved clothing, as he has a 3 inch crescent shaped scar on the top of his forearm sustained from a childhood injury. While the scar has faded with time and is not particularly noticeable, Erik has a difficult time dealing with the "flaw" on his body.

[Amaranth]

An even gender balance would probably be a good thing, buuuut I'm pretty bad with multiple characters or I'd offer to play another :s