AlteredTundra

Rosefell High.

_{A @metanoia & @GhostMami Collaboration
featuring Hunter Quinn & Niki Zabrecky}

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Hunter waited behind the line, patiently but also getting his phone out as he checked to see if Niki had replied. They didn’t, but maybe they were busy. He didn’t want to bug them too much, but that guilty feeling in his stomach persisted and it only got worse the more he thought about how easily describing that pixie’s body to Colin came to him. He was back in his natural habitat and the safety of summer was gone, which meant he couldn’t hide behind a screen anymore.

He pocketed his phone and rubbed his forehead. The crowd cleared away and Hunter politely squeezed past some people. He looked down, trying to find his nametag. “Ah, there it is,” he commented, reaching for his nametag. He still couldn’t get over the goofiness of the kind of nametag the school chose. But at the very least, he wasn’t going to make a big deal about it like Colin did.

Hunter smacked the red and white nametag on the right side of his jacket. And then as he brought his head up, he thought he saw a ghost. He was having the worst out of body experience as the familiar face he spent the entire summer staring at, simping over, being everything that wasn’t Hunter Quinn, walk towards him.

And like a coward, Hunter turned away, facing the opposite direction. He didn’t care how cowardly it was nor did he give a damn about what people around might’ve thought. They were here. Niki.

But why? Are they from Liberty?

No, they couldn’t be.

But then again…

Okay, just keep it calm, Hunter. It’s not like this is the end of the world or anything; only that it was. His lives were blurring together: Wade and Hunter couldn’t be separate anymore.

He tried to calm himself down and practiced a few breathing techniques he read online. Deep, three-second breathes. Rinse and repeat.

It was working. Hunter was walking away from the edge in his mind and his heartrate wasn’t going a million per second. It was still high and his chest felt somewhat tight, but at the very least, he regained some form of control over himself.

But now what? He was calm now, but that left the little task of his next move. He could try and walk away while facing away from them. It was a pussy move, but at least he wouldn’t have to face them -- at least not yet.

Yeah, that’s a solid plan. I’ll just do that!

Moments into a step, Hunter heard his name being called. Usually, it wouldn’t make him freeze, but that voice made every bone in his body stop moving, muscles froze, and his heart and stomach all sang in a symphony of butterflies.

He smiled and he couldn’t stop it. Niki had always called him Wade, but hearing Hunter flow from their mouth and into his ears was something he longed to hear but was understandably afraid to let it happen because Wade was a secret and someone unknown to the masses, but Hunter? Hunter Quinn was one of the Rosefell Knights. Hunter Quinn was best friend to Rico and Spike, football player, a hothead asshole.

But now the barrier was gone. His Berlin Wall fell as his legs allowed him to move and he turned around, facing them. Video and pictures be damned, Niki was without a doubt the most gorgeous person he’d ever laid eyes on. Pixie, Minty, even that busty redhead Juno -- none compared to Niki.

“Heyy…” His voice came out slow and delayed and a waving gesture matched. His smile was awkward and reminiscent of a grimace. He had no other words, no romantic comment, no line stolen from SPike or Rico. Hunter had only the tight feeling in his stomach that limited the availability of words.

Having been turned slightly away from the sign-in desk to go find Fiamma, Niki only heard Hunter’s voice. Wade’s voice. It was unmistakable. Niki had spent nights over the summer with headphones in, laying in bed, listening to voice memos that Wade had left them on repeat. They knew that pitch, that timbre. Nik felt their blood freeze up in their veins as they stopped dead in their tracks.

Were they hearing things now? Was this a new symptom to report to Dr. Halstead? Something to do with their anxiety? Niki’s grip tightened like a vice on the straps of their backpack as they fought against their rapid breathing and increasing heart rate.

Look around you… find 5 things you can see.... 4 things you can touch… 3 things you can hear… 2 things you can smell… 1 thing you can taste…

Niki ran through the steps of coming down from a panic attack. Grounding themself in the here and now. Just turn around and face it, like a child afraid that there is a monster under the bed, there is never actually a monster there. Niki gripped their backpack straps tight and turned on their heel to confirm —

Time stopped. Niki froze, eyes wide as a deer caught in the headlights of a semi-truck. The truck wasn’t stopping. There ARE monsters under the bed! Niki’s mouth hung open for a moment before they managed to utter out the faintest whisper in disbelief: “...Wade?”

“Y-yeah..” He forced himself to smile. Hearing his name, that middle name of his that brought him so much joy and serenity during the summer, was now a vulnerable weak spot. He was conflicted, to say the least, but in the midst of all of this, just seeing them was almost enough to make him forget it. Almost. “I mean, yeah, it’s me.” His voice was almost as low as theirs was.

Nik hadn’t realized they had managed to speak until Wade responded. Watching in awe as they realized the boy they were secretly in love with, was standing right in front of them. Actually here, not a figment of their imagination. Not a symptom of anxiety. Not a text on a screen. The flesh and blood version, live, and staring back at them expectantly.

“Hey…” Niki echoed back Wade’s earlier greeting, with just as much awkwardness as he had said it. It was then that a second wave of anxiety crashed over Nik. This was unfamiliar territory, they had no idea how to do… this. What was this? Dating?! Boyfri— girlfri— special friend.

“Hi… uh…” If Niki’s grip tightened any further, they might snap the straps of the backpack entirely. “This is… a lot.” They admitted, biting at their lip in response. They were used to being so open with Wade, but this was different. It felt so much more vulnerable.

“Yeah..It really is,” he found himself saying, scratching the back of his head. “You were the last person I expected to find here.” He felt like he was going around in circles, but honestly, that’s because he was.

Hunter felt like a fish out of water who had not only been flopping around on the deck, but was kicked in the tailfin for good measure. In the hours he spent texting NIki and joking around with them, flirting, feeling happy and like himself, that painful realization of ever meeting them never seemed like that because he assumed it would be on their terms.

“But I guess the universe had different plans,” he said with an awkward laugh.

“Same… yeah.” Niki replied with a weak laugh and loosened his grip slightly. Their hands were clammy with nerves. In the process of looking anywhere but directly into Wade’s eyes, Niki caught sight of his nametag. Hunter. No way, that was… more than just the universe having plans. That was uncanny, unbelievable.

“Your name…” Niki murmured before a flicker of realization came to light in their eyes. All of the joy and excitement and lust came crashing down like a wrecking ball, weighing heavy in their stomach. “You… lied.” The accusation was laced with pain, betrayal, and confusion.

“Why?” Niki had asked the question, but already had taken a step back away from Hunter out of fear of the answer. They took another step back until they felt that their back was literally against a wall.

When their voice had came out sharp, Hunter wanted to explain, but every half step he took, Niki took a giant one back. So he put his hands up in surrender, looking around to make sure nobody was giving him any looks. “I didn’t lie to you, I promise. My name really is Wade, but so is Hunter,” he said, but it didn’t seem to do any good. “ I was born Hunter Wade Quinn,” he clarified, hoping it would be enough to make Niki feel like he didn’t intentionally withhold information from them.

Niki processed what Wade— Hunter was saying. The brick wall behind them was giving them little else options other than to stand and listen, when all they wanted to do was bolt and smoke the fattest cigarette. So this is what it felt like to be a caged bird.

“Oh… okay.” Niki nodded slowly, trying to understand. Niki technically didn’t go by the name on their birth certificate either, maybe it was just something like that. “So… you don’t like your first name, then?” They asked, doing their best to steady their breathing.

Hunter found it difficult to answer it as plainly as a yes or a no response would, because it wasn’t that simple. He wished to God that it was because that would mean he could ease Niki’s mind. If he could, then maybe Niki wouldn’t look at him with a panicked expression on their face. But the truth was he couldn’t. The truth was it wasn’t that simple.

As he took in a breath, he said, “It’s not that I don’t like my name. It’s that...here -- at Rosefell, I mean -- people know who I am. They know who Hunter Quinn is. They know that I act a certain way, but Wade? He’s unknown. I can be who I want as Wade and I like who I am as Wade. But now..” He partially looked away from Niki, once again checking if anyone was paying any attention to him or Niki.

And there it was, crashing down like a pile of rubble on top of Niki. Hunter was ashamed of them. Hunter didn’t want his friends to know that he liked the trans freak. Steeling their emotions behind a wall that Niki didn’t know they were capable of, aside from the time they had to do so with Caspian, they cleared their throat.

“Well then. I think I’m going to go… outside, for a bit.” Niki stepped to the side and looked up to face Hunter once again, facial expression blank. “I won’t be needing that tour, by the way. Niki… is a shortened form of my dead name, Nikolai.” Without waiting for whatever response Hunter Wade Quinn might cook up next, Niki turned, and quite literally fled. It was time for the cigarette now.

Greetings! Candy Cane Service!

Thanks to whoever sent me a CC. Now to figure out who it was.

Second Horizons: A Slice of Life RP

Okay got my two babies reserved. Whenever a cs sheet becomes available, I'll get to work on them!

Definitely excited for this one, though!

Second Horizons: A Slice of Life RP

Joanna Penelope Hart || Female || FC: Amanda Arcuri || Pink Cabin || some soft purple color
Nathaniel Harvey BLake III || Male || FC: Grant Gustin || Green Cabin || some green/bluish color
Jackson Torvald Drake || Male || FC: Evan Peters || Red Cabin Counselor || some red color that's not crimson

Rosefell High.

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After he made certain that Rico hadn’t lost his mind, Hunter shook his head at how quickly Rico was acting like himself. From the outside, it might seem like he hit his head at some point in his life, but this was just how Enrique Nunez operated. Whether it was a fight, his guitar breaking, or nearly getting ran over, for as long as Hunter knew Rico -- which was a long time compared to how long he’s known his other best bros at Rosefell -- he knew his friend was fine when he started putting on that frequently annoying charm of his.

And as he watched Suave Rico take control of Enrique, he not only saw the way he took the girl’s hand and kissed it, but spouting a smooth as fuck line in Spanish. If it weren’t for Rico teaching him some Spanish, Hunter would emulate visible confusion in any Spanish-speaking conversation. And at times like these, he wished he didn’t understand any words or phrases from that language.

With a heavy sigh, he approached Rico from behind, patting his friend firmly on the shoulders, and smiled at the girl with the colorful hair and awfully short dress. Even he couldn’t help but allow himself the benefit of a prolonged look. Remember Niki, Hunter! He had to firmly remind himself.

“Right,” he made a mental note and backed off, walking a few feet away. “I’ll leave you to it, then, Rico,” he said, turning around. He gave the colorful girl one more look, giving her a light wink. “Adios amigo~”

Hunter stood at the entrance for a few moments, seeing the colors of the banner. He muttered something under a breath, which was directed at the Liberty High colors. He didn’t care to linger about and stepped inside the familiar halls. No amount of the cheap Febreze knockoff that the janitor used could cover up the scent of aged gum and dried up shit. In a bizarre way, that smell brought a small smile to the boy’s face.

He kept walking until he saw a crowd gathered around where he assumed the nametags were gonna be. A few feet away from it on his left, he saw another one of his friends and he immediately laughed at the name tag. “Why hello, Colin! It really is a pleasure to meet you,” he said with a gutty laugh and Colin Gallagher just flipped him off.

“Fuck you, Quinn!” He nastily replied.

The two boys, who stood at equal height, laughed and smiled. They greeted each other with a clapping handshake, and a pound hug, shoulder pumping and each patting the other’s back.

“So what’s up, bro?” Colin asked, returning to his slouching posture against the lockers behind him.

“Just got to school. Ran into Rico moments after he almost ran over.”

Colin had about ten seconds of hard laughter that forced him to cough a few times. “Shit, poor Freako!” His laughter continued but, as he stopped, Colin blink-stared at Hunter. “Wait, you said almost?”

Hunter nodded. “He’s a lucky guy. The chick behind the wheel stopped before he met his maker.” Hunter began thinking about Rico’s comments after. “But you know Rico. When he saw a pretty girl, he was more focused on that than he was about how close he came to death.”

Colin snickered. “Well was she?”

“Was she what?”

“Hot! Surely you looked, too.” Hunter shrugged and Colin hit his shoulder jokingly. “Yeah, you did. Describe her man! I need the visuals.”

After a few seconds of uncertain hesitation, Hunter caved. “Pink hair, pale face, a dress that would probably get her suspended if this school cared about decency. And her hips man -- she’s got them Kylie Jenner hips.”

Yeah okay, Hunter might’ve taken in more than he should’ve. He honestly felt guilty about how much of that pink-haired pixie’s body he took in, especially with Niki in his mind. His stomach tightened up as if to physically remind him that what he did was a bad thing.

He heard Colin let out a whistle and stroke his chin with a smirk. “I’ll have to be on the lookout for this chick. Might have to introduce myself.”

“Bro, aren’t you with Spice?”

Hunter’s question didn’t seem to matter to Colin as he gave his friend a shrug. “Hey, what Steph doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides, not like she’s innocent of fooling around with people too, ain’t that right?” From the way Hunter glared at him gave Colin enough reason to cool it.

“Yeah, whatever man. Anyway, I gotta find my name tag. I’ll hit you up later.”

“Lit!” They bumped fists and gave each other a quick pound hug. “Be sure to bring me some of your dad’s powder. I’m almost out!” Colin called out as Hunter gave him a thumbs up.

Rosefell High.

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As Hunter laid in his crappy twin bed, he stared at his phone and ignored his alarm clock that had been blaring in his right ear for nearly three minutes. He was staring at his Instagram profile, but not his main one that had regular comments from Spike, Minty, Dee, and everyone he knew from school. He was in a daze as he couldn’t peel his eyes away from his secret account, FreeWadey.

Over the summer, not even three weeks after his relationship with Minty ended, Hunter went through a phase of just not caring about who he hurt. There was a lot of people who were just used for sex and for a while, he enjoyed it. When it all came down to it, he was feeling better by filling the void by whatever thot fell for the cheap lines Spike told him to use. Double dates and flings came and went, but that empty feeling didn’t. It persisted like a sprained ankle and it wouldn’t go away.

It’s why Hunter retreated to the internet. It was easy and being whoever he wanted to bring him some fulfillment. So he made the second Instagram account. Hardly anyone knew his middle name and nobody would think twice if he used a photo of him from three years ago, dressed in a killer whale costume. It was stupid but it gave him the secret identity he needed.

He spent a week just going around some artsy accounts, taking in that side of Instagram. Secretly, he had a thing for art. Half the time, he didn’t understand it, but he enjoyed looking at it. But then he came across one profile that drew him in.

Throughout the entire summer, Hunter spent it filling a void with someone he felt a connection with. Their name was Niki. He didn’t need any more than that. They were beautiful and, in a time when he needed something different and a reason to not feel so shitty, especially when his home life was shit, Hunter found a sanctuary in their eyes, feeling safe, feeling captivated. Niki was the person he could divulge some thoughts he never could tell anyone.

And admittedly, Hunter’s own confusion about who he was attracted to has always been something he struggled with. Niki never made him feel like he had to pretend.

“But now, it’s back to the real world.” He sighed out heavily.

Hunter stood up and finally shut off his alarm.

With a stretch, he dragged his feet across his dirty floor until he heard his phone go off. As the light lit up and he checked the notification, he saw it was for his second Insta. He read it and he smiled.

Thank you! ♥ I hope yours is amazing as well! Text me if you ever feel it’ll be too much, okay?

As soon as he responded and sent that message, his stomach was the epicenter of a swarm of butterflies, fluttering inside him, lifting him up and filling him with the right amount of serotonin to make whatever negative thoughts he had disappeared. Such a simple gesture, yet Hunter’s mood had taken a complete 180. He was moments away from letting a sour expression carry him all the way to the kitchen and into his car, but now, as he grabbed a protein bar from the cupboard, snagged his keys from a bowl by the door, and drove off in his Eclipse, Hunter wasn’t feeling depressed or anything of the sort.

He was smiling and ready to face the day in whatever it brought.

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Hunter lived close to Rosefell, so getting there was a matter of not driving too crazy in the seven minutes it took him to get from his house to the school. The problem, of course, wasn’t him but rather the backed up traffic. He was less than thirty feet away from the parking lot and he found himself proceeding like a snail. The time he spent honking at the quote-unquote “excellent drivers” went wasted after the first seven. Even someone as impatient as Hunter knew there was no point.

So he allowed himself to relax. He turned on some Underoath and blared his stereo. It was chaotic and noisy, but it relaxed him. And he definitely had his reasons. If nothing else, Liberty High shut down and the students who were expected to attend their fancy school were now going to join those who didn’t get a say in which high school they attended.

When Hunter first learned of this, he didn’t know what to feel. He didn’t have anything against anyone from Liberty. He remembered a few of them when Rosefell would kick their ass at state and how they also beat them one year. The rivalry was intense but healthy. Hunter sometimes took it too far, but it was all in the name of fun. Despite this, Hunter couldn’t help but think about the rest of that email and how the Rosefell students had to serve as tour guides for the Liberty students coming in.

Hunter glossed over the list of the others, but he memorized who he had to show around.

“Nikolai Zabrecky,” Hunter said aloud.

The name didn’t mean anything to him, but then again, he didn’t know many people at Liberty. A few friends and some acquaintances he met at parties. And Juno. Can’t forget about the redhead he hurt the most. But he didn’t know this Niko person. He sounded like some Russian spy or something.

Hunter laughed at the thought of one of Vladimir Putin’s agents attending his high school. It would, at the least, make things interesting.

He sat with that thought as he pulled into an empty spot in the parking lot. After a few minutes of enjoying some music, Hunter grabbed his bag from the backseat, hoisted it over his shoulder, and got out. He took a few moments to straighten his shirt and jacket because even Hunter Quinn cared about his appearance. Satisfied, he briskly walked across the parking lot. When he was about to cross the street, he saw Rico just up ahead. As he was about to call out to him, he saw his friend have a close brush with death.

“Holy shit!” Hunter ran over to the Spanish romancer. “Jesus, Rico,” he stopped by his side, looking at his friend, concerned. “You okay, bro? Looks like you let your guard down. Almost met your maker there.”

Rosefell High.

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“Is she at work again?” Colin’s youngest sister, Kirstin, whined before he even managed to step out of the door of his messy room.

“Why the hell are ya asking me?” He spat back as he shoved his way past his sister. She was petite and tiny, so it was a feat easily achieved.

Colin walked down the hall, dragging his feet along the tiled floor, which felt colder than they usually did.

You’d think, for it being still technically summer, that it would be at least somewhat warm, but when his siblings often ganged up on him for control of the thermostat, which always had the AC at a minimum of 73°F, Colin had no choice but to suffer in subtle coldness until he could feel the brush of the morning summer heat hit him in the face.

Somewhere between him getting to the fridge and his lips touching the jug of orange juice, a sensation that made him think about whether or not the juice was bad, Colin heard his sister from behind again.

“Colin!”

He rolled his eyes and, with a frustrated sigh, set the jug of OJ on the counter and turned around. “What now, Sin?” His attempt to give her his full attention was barely half as his smirk annoyed her more.

“How are we going to get to school? Mom usually takes us and it’s our first day!”

“I guess you’ll have to take the bus as everyone else does!”

Without looking, Colin heard the puffing from Kirstin’s mouth. If he was looking at her, he’d say that her cheeks were puffed outward in that pouting way that her “idols” did and with her arms across her chest. Not that it would work on him, but Colin made her sweat for a few moments and turned around.

“I’m kidding!” He wasn’t, but if he let her do that any longer, she would have a permanent pouting bitch faceand nobody around here wants that. “I’ve got the keys to Rhonda’s--”

“So, that’s where they went!”

The boy chuckled, amused, as his second younger sister came up from behind him. She intentionally shoved him and this would only further his expression to the point where he took a large step forward and flicked the back of her head as he passed her.

“Asshole!” She exclaimed as she took a seat at the kitchen table, grabbing a red apple from the bowl that had an assortment of fruit. As she took a bite and Colin took a seat opposite of her, she said, “I guess you can drive if you want!”

“Oh, how kind of you!” His response resulted in Rhonda sticking her tongue at him in a charming way unique to Colin.

As Colin sat there, trying his best not to feed into his worst impulses and further antagonize Rhonda by kicking her under the table, Colin ceased after a few minutes and let his mind wander into thought. He thought about how their mother worked consistently during the week and the only times he saw her was when she had her evening show, but other than that, she was out the door early for meetings. The weekend was the only time any of them saw Caroline Brady in person.

Not that Colin gave two shits one way or the other. He knew she had to work and didn’t blame her for that. But, somewhere deep down, he might even admit he resented her a little bit for it.

But that’s not something he’d like to think about right now.

“Alright! Eat up and let’s get going, or else the traffic will be a bitch.”

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Even before they had pulled up to the school, Colin knew there would be a bit of a line. It was to be expected, of course, because of the influx of Liberty asswipes infesting Rosefell. Just the thought of those people roaming the same halls as him, being in his class, eating at his table, being anywhere near him, made Colin want to thrash them. Even the mental image of those royal wannabes made him take a hefty chug of his “water”, which really, was vodka in an Aquafina water bottle.

As the honks behind him came in furiously and the pace in which the cars in front of him progressed was slower than the turtle vs the hare, Colin kept honking at the cars in front of him, which in turn made them yell back at him.

“Yeah, like that’ll make the cars go any faster,” Rhonda commented. She sat in the front passenger seat.

He didn’t feel like appeasing her ego with a response, so he just glanced at the mirror and saw the twins in the back. And, as it was expected, while Sinead had her face glued to her phone, snapping selfie after selfie, Shea was glued to the book in his hands. He couldn’t process just how different both were from each other, but he also didn’t question it. In their own right, they were about to find out their place in high school.

And looking at them, knowing they were going into high school without any baggage, Colin just couldn’t help himself. That masochistic habit of his to painfully remind himself of Cosima at least once a week took its sweet time slithering up his back, chills spreading throughout his arms and up to his neck.

She would have been eighteen by now. The thought came as the line was moving and Colin pressed on the gas pedal.

Contrary to how Colin usually was in the mornings, he didn’t speak. He didn’t respond to Rhonda, didn’t bother taking the time to look at them. He just got to the parking lot, parked in the closest available spot.

As he got out and popped the trunk open, he grabbed his backpack and waited until his siblings grabbed theirs. The trunk closed and he gave them all a stern look. “Be here ten minutes after the final bell. And, if it can be helped, don’t cause too much trouble, yeah? I’d hate to get detention for kicking someone’s ass in your defense.” He noted as a joke, which was only received with mixed reactions. “Geez, I’m kidding. Just have a good first day, okay?”

As he pulled his shades, which were hanging from his Chicago Bulls jersey, and put them on, Colin walked through the big red doors and immediately a sense of pride passed through his face. He took a quick sip of his vodka, shaking it as he realized his breakfast was almost gone.

“Shit,” he cursed. It was rather telling in the tone of his voice that he didn’t think he drank so much already. “Might have to get some more during lunch.” He noted under a breath.

It took him a few seconds to redirect his mind and clung to the walls, leg against it as his foot was flatly placed against what felt like the fake steel lockers. He stood there trying to remember if he read that Email or not. He remembered there had been one, but between his mom barely being around and him not giving two shits to check his school Email, Colin wasn’t in any position to remember who he had to show around. He just remembered there was a mention of Rosefell students serving as guides.

Yeah, it made him want to throw up, too.

“Oh, what-the-fuck-ever!” Colin cursed his way over to a table and after letting his eyes survey the table for half of a minute, he found his nametag.

He grimaced with the expression variety of Johnny Depp when he saw the cartoonish kind of name tag they chose. It was cheap but the fact it read “pleasure to meet you” at the bottom made Colin roll his eyes. “This is so lame,” he muttered, eying one of the teachers who absolutely heard him (maybe that’s because he intentionally spoke loud enough for the asshat to hear him).

As he walked away and made sure the sticker stuck to his jersey, he was at least grateful that the nametag matched his red jersey and dark pants. But really? Hello, my name is Colin, pleasure to meet you? Talk about fucking lame.

Love Ahoy! [CANCELLED]

What are your ratios at, @Aewin? I may be able to join, but I don't want to throw things off too much.

@NeoAJ

Not a gm but this is the rough estimate I think I can confidently speak on.

I'm not sure how updated it is, but this is the rough estimate of the ratios:

Female: Fab, Ken, Bee, Michi, Komo, Kiki

Male: Jordan, Ozzo, Kiki, (Talon?)

I also know there are maybe one or two people who haven't stated what gender role they want.

At the moment, the accepted characters are at an even ratio but I know there are a couple of female spots on the way and one male. I'm sure @Aewin and @Melo might be able to officially state what the ratios are at (if they're any different than the above).

Rosefell High.

Colin Gallagher ♦ Rosefell High || tw. drugs, alcohol, child abandonment & abuse, death

"Our fate lies in the hands of the things we love, and sometimes the things we love are the things that lead us to the destruction of ourselves." — R.M. Drake

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Name

Colin Brady Gallagher
_{↳It is known that Colin only prefers to be called by Colin. Anything else surely will be met with a punch to the face.}

Age

18, 3/25

Gender

Cisgendered Male; He/Him

Sexuality

Heterosexual -- sorry dudes, the ladies is the only thing that gets this man going. That and whiskey. And cocaine. Definitely lots of cocaine.

Ethnicity

Caucasian (Irish and Scottish)

Relationship Status

Single as a pringle

Label

Rule-breaking, alcohol-abusing, drug-using son of a bitch

Grade

Senior

School

Rosefell High

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Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark brown | Medium in length | Colin’s hair is naturally silky. It is long on the top, but the sides and back are shaved. It comes past his ears if combed/brushed straight.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height & Weight: 6’2/155lbs
• Body Type: Colin’s body type borders on lean and athletic with it leaning to the former. He does not work out regularly nor does he keep himself limited to any special diet. He does run a lot out of his certain...habits and his vices make his weight fluctuate from being overweight and underweight.
• Clothing Style: Colin’s style isn’t exactly limited to just one thing. He dresses sporty, grungy, has a few punk-inspired outfits, some spiked bracelets that might coincide with goth fashion, a few lumberjack-esque flannel shirts for those cold winter days, a lot of tanktops so he can proudly display his ink, a jean jacket with the sleeves torn off and with sowed leather sleeves because why the fuck not? But one thing that he has a lot of are beanie caps, but not the kind that instagram thots wear to appear “cool”. These are the kinds one might find worn by true “OG’s”. They’re single colored and in open-defiance to the gangs around him. Because fuck half-assing shit. Go full on crazy!
• Scars, Tattoos, and/or Piercings:
  
  • Colin has a five-inch, diagonal (top right to bottom left) scar on the back of his neck. It’s what remains of a nasty fight he got into with a childhood bully.
  • Colin has both of his ears pierced in multiple places: lobes, helix, and forward helix. He also has his left nostril pierced as well as his upper lip.
  • Since turning eighteen five months ago, Colin has obtained a total of five tattoos: the catholic cross over his heart, a soaring bird tattoo on the right side of his neck, a skull/crossbones tattoo on the inside of his right forearm (near his elbow), a black panther head tattoo on his left pec, and “COSIMA” inside a small heart next to the cross over his heart,

Personality

Personality Type — The Entrepreneur

Passionate → Enigmatic → Bold → Free-Spirited → Spontaneous → Proud → Selfish → Reckless → Disorganized → Erratic → Insecure → Self-Destructive → Masochistic

Meeting Colin for the first time is a tricky experience for anyone to handle. This is because of his distinctly strong personality, his impactful personality. He’s someone who displays a dynamic, hard-to-read energy. When you meet him, it’s not clear which version of Colin Gallagher you’re going to get. On the off chance he’s in a good mood -- which is as rare as it is for him to not be drunk and/or high -- he is friendly enough. You’ll get a handshake, he’ll ask you about your day or what’s new in your life. You’ll be meeting the colin of old that those closest to him miss. You’ll remember him and probably think Colin Gallagher isn’t a bad guy and not as scary as most say he is.

But this isn’t common and it’s because colin never allows himself to be like that. It hasn’t been a while since he’s genuinely smiled without the spontaneous fits of laughter caused by his vices. The Colin everyone knows either because they’ve been on the opposite end of his mood swings and erratic behavior or just from whispers is a selfish prick who only thinks about himself. It’s someone who breaks the rules constantly, spends more time in detention than he does in class, and who brings a bottle of “water” to school, drinking it nonstop. It’s the guy that is never one to shy away from calling a girl wearing a short skirt a slut or making fun of the nerds who spend all of their time in the library. He’s the guy who picks on the loners and laughs when they piss their pants.

Yeah, you could say Colin is kind of a basketcase, a dick who displays nothing of what people knew him for just four years ago.

Everything he does is without a purpose and he does it just because he can. It is not because he wants to cause harm or make people’s life miserable. It’s not even to say that Colin intends to be an asshole. It’s just, he’s miserable every day and every hour of every day. And they say misery loves company, right? Who is Colin to deny that?

Biography

tw: drug abuse, child abandonment and abuse, death

”Believe it or not, I wasn’t always this awesome motherfucker who knows how to have real fun. I mean, I’ve always knew what fun was, but it didn’t always involve me being high or drunk all of the time. Yeah, that was a long time ago.”

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Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start

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Eighteen years ago was an important day. No it wasn’t because troops were sent to Afghanistan or when The Bachelor debuted on ABC. It wasn’t even the expansion of the European Union. No, in the great city of Dubin, a magical thing happened. Right a year after the marriage of Shawn Sheamus Gallagher and Caroline Maisie Brady came the birth of their first born, rightly named Colin Brady Gallagher.

He was a beautiful baby. His bright blue eyes resembled his mother, whose hair was redder than a fire and eyes that sparkled a rich sapphire in the proper lighting. But it was the baby shade of a dimmed gray that he would be declared as his father’s twin.

Colin’s birth wasn’t a special night because of any danger he posed or anything but that he was the firstborn. And him hailing from such a traditional, Irish Catholic family, nothing seemed as important as the firstborn. They wouldn’t say it, but Shawn and Caroline had a favorite. The irony is he’s one of their four kids who has given them the most grief. Whether he did it unintentionally or to make some noise, that’s how raising Colin Gallagher went. But before we get into that, let’s know about his life growing up.

He didn’t always live in Rosefell -- or at least the part of Columbus that was within the Rosefell High district. Actually, up until about three years ago, Colin spent the majority of his life in the upper-middle class. His parents made enough money to where they could live comfortably enough. Even with Rhonda, his younger sister, and the twins that came after, Shea and Sinead, they managed to raise their kids without any signs of there being any struggles.

Shawn was a B-cop for the majority of their time spent in the Liberty district. He didn’t make a lot, but he was home every night. The main breadwinner was Caroline. She serves as lead anchor for MSNBC’s Columbus affiliate and she also wrote crime fiction on the side. That was more than enough for them to live comfortably, but when it came to their kids, there was a divide of sorts on how to raise them. And when both were around, the kids felt it.

Under Shawn’s eye, the kids knew rules and traditions. They went to church three time a week: Sunday mornings and evenings, Wednesday evenings, and Saturday if they could. Shawn was as devout as anyone could be, but he was also really engaged in his beliefs and a traditionalist, at that.

But on the flip slide, Caroline was much more relaxed. Granted, she was also a devout catholic and loved going to Mass, but she didn’t abide entirely by it only because she wanted her kids to feel like the church wasn’t the only thing that should matter.

Naturally, this led to a lot of fights. When they were home, the kids felt it.

Some days, the screaming matches weren’t as bad, but on others, the kids went to their rooms (or at least to a room together) until they were done. This happened frequently, and it forced Shawn to take extra shifts just so he didn’t have to see Caroline all of the time.

During this intense time where his home life wasn’t the greatest and Colin was under too much stress that a thirteen-year-old boy should, he wasn’t entirely miserable. This was due to a fateful encounter that, at the time of it happening, he thanked God. See, he lived in a nice neighborhood that came to mind when you imagine America Suburbia.

And the house to the left of his was special because it belonged to the Marino family. The reason it’s worthy to note is because of the only child of the Marino family. Her name is Cosima. And believe it or not, but she changed his life at hello.

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”Sometimes you have to create your own entertainment; sometimes if the world doesn’t pay attention to you, you bang on its door and crash through it like a wrecking ball.”

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Are you insane like me?
Been in pain like me?

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To understand Colin's blackest days and the darkest hours that came after, you must know who Cosima Marino.

Even from a young age, Cosima Marino always displayed a fire that made people pay attention to her. Whether it was her father's friends who always came over or the family from her mother's side, Cosima was always the light of every room. Her wondrous smile and big eyes that thrived from the attention took hold of the attention she received and chained it down to secure it. This was both her greatest attribute as a person and her greatest downfall.

Yeah, you could say Cosima Marino was the kind of girl who thrived off of attention and when she couldn't get it from those who would willingly give it to her, then she had to seek it elsewhere.

Cosima's life was about as normal as one could be with a superintendent father and an actress mother. Her father worked late but was the one around the most. His name is Ricardo Marino; while her mother, Angela Marino, who most might know her from her soap opera fame and starring opposite of Kavi Salvador. Due to Angela's job, she was always gone and only was around when she could -- which was one weekend of every month. And when she was home, Angela didn't always have time for anything but sleep, let alone paying attention to her or her husband.

Yeah, it was normal from the outside, but the Marinos had their fair share of troubles. But Cosima maintained a smile. Her attitude didn't shift in any way that would make others from the outside question if she was unhappy. Of course, she wasn't happy, but Cosima didn't want pity. She hated anyone feeling sorry for her. She hated the very notion that people would throw sympathy at her like she was a begger on the street.

But as she grew older and came into her own, Cosima's personality changed -- well, maybe a better way to describe it was that it evolved. She craved attention and sometimes that led to her acting out. With her parents barely around to notice her and the fact that she was an only child meant she didn't have any siblings to turn to. Cosima was relegated to being taken care of by nannies and relatives, but even they had their limit. Cosima made their lives miserable and if it meant her parents paid attention to her, even to punish her, she persisted.

And they did. On one summer, just a week after she graduated seventh grade, Cosima underwent the worst verbal -- and, if the marks on her arm and face were to be taken as proof -- physical abuse, too. See, her father had a stressful job and instead of drinking like many would, he was the type to smack around his daughter.

Moments after, Ricardo stormed out and his convertible stormed out of the driveway. Cosima took a few moments to bandage up her face and in doing so, as she went through her mother's medicine cabinet, she found a bottle of Vicodin pills. She knew enough to know what they were and she did so with slight hesitation.

And then she walked outside. The pain in both of her arms and jaw had more than faded and she smiled as she parked herself on the steps on the front porch. She turned her head and that's when she met Colin. Both came from troubled homes that appeared normal. They exchanged glances and both smiled at each other.

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”My earliest memory of Cosima was when we met. I don’t know what it was about her. Maybe God really did bring her into my life at the moment I needed her most, or maybe Lucifer had a hand in it. Fuck if I care about the specifics. At thirteen, I wasn’t thinking about who she was or why she came into my life; i was only thinking about how this beautiful girl that lived next to me looked at me and I was in puppy love with Cosima Marino.

I just can’t understand how things got so fucked so fast.”

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I felt it from the start,
It grew inside my heart.
It changed me from that day;
This love I can't contain
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When they met, both were only thirteen, both were still young, but their life experiences were that of someone in their later teens. They’ve both endured tremendous trauma and frustration with a homelife that hid the truth behind a facade of normalcy. And maybe that’s why they took a liking to each other.

Their first impression of each other was how both seemed to have this enigmatic allure about them. Cosima was energetic and engaging, her eyes filled with fire and life and Colin had a protective aura about him. Even at thirteen, Cosima saw that and she clung to it. Plus, even though Colin didn’t know it at the time, he gave her the attention she had been seeking.

As they spent nearly an hour talking, they bonded over how much they hated their school, how their music tastes were nearly identical, and how they both agreed that Person of Interest was a severely underrated series that deserved more recognition than it got.

In the weeks that followed, Cosima spent more time at the Gallagher’s than she did at her own house. Her parents signed off on it because the Gallaghers were known for their decency. And let’s be honest here. The only reason they did was because they didn’t want Cosima around.

Cosima not only bonded with Colin and he with her, but she also got along well with his siblings. When Colin realized that she was getting along with them, it made him smile. And the more time he spent with her, a quick friendship blossomed into what would become his first relationship. They didn’t go to the same school, but it didn’t matter because Colin knew, no matter how hard his day was, she would be there waiting for him. And his parents also didn’t mind because they adored Cosima.

As the weeks went on, Colin and Cosima had done more than just hung out at his place. They experimented with their relationship physically. Neither knew what they were doing, but they were learned with each other. It was definitely a rough patch and Cosima started to pull away. Beside himself with anxiety, Colin knew there had to be something he could do to make Cosima stay. He loved her more than he loved himself. Every part of him that was happy and safe began and ended with her.

So he hit up a friend of his from Rosefell. He knew his father was a drug dealer who often brought the product home. Colin asked if Hunter could steal a small vile of cocaine. He didn’t need much, only enough to amp up his connection. Hunter not only stole a single vile, but he managed to sneak a few pills of E.

On a Sunday morning, Colin and Cosima were alone at her place. Both of their parents were at work and Colin had asked if Rhonda would watch the twins. She didn’t have much of a choice. Besides, they were sleeping, so it wasn’t as though it would be that hard.

They were in her room and on her bed. Colin had brought up the idea of experimenting differently. Cosima being the type of girl who just appreciated being noticed by Colin agreed to whatever it was. She nearly jumped off her bed from how excited she was when he pulled the vile of the white powder from one pocket and two pills of E from another.

Colin didn’t know it, but before he came over, she had already taken a few oxy pills and was already feeling the high.

The mood was set: Colin had a clear, flat glass plate that he placed on the bed. He had rolled up a dollar bill he had in his pocket and the cocaine was divided into two lines. He was nervous as he hesitated to snort his line. He felt Cosima’s hand touch his and he looked up at her.

“It’s okay,” she said to him and they smiled at each other. “I can go first if you want me to.”

But he shook his head, knowing he needed to do this to show her he wasn't a coward. So he bent down. Colin took in the drug in the nose, snorting deeply and as he raised his head immediately, there was such a wild mix of emotions flowing through him like blood rushed to his head ten times over. He shook his head repeatedly, grunting loudly, and “woooo!”-ing with excitement.

And Cosima was feeding off of his energy. She smiled widely until it hurt her face. She kissed him and took her line almost immediately after. Her reaction mirrored his, but something was different. Colin didn’t notice it because he was still reeling from his own line and he kept sniffing in and out.

By the time colin recaptured control of his awareness, he looked down as Cosima was down face first. He didn’t think much of it because he figured this was something she did. She always was the type to do weird shit to get a rise out of him.

But after a few minutes and him commenting that it was getting old, he shook her body. When she didn’t budge, he tried again but shaking her harder. When that failed, panic set in and Colin desperately shook her tiny body but her body remained motionless.

“Shit. No…”

Colin panicked more and pulled out his cell phone. He was grateful that his parents had let him keep it. He dialed 9-1-1, not even thinking about how his father could find out.

Already in tears and his voice cracking, his despair coming through as he tried to hold his emotions back long enough to let the 911 operator know what happened and where he was at.

After he did and Lucille told him to remain calm and check her breathing and if she was breathing.

She wasn’t and Colin’s tears poured out in an unyielding stream. He held Cosima’s lifeless body in his arms, clenching her tighter than he had for anyone. He wept for her, repeating her name over and over in a grief-stricken voice. His screams filling her room even as the ambulance arrived and EMTs came into her room.

Even as they pulled him away from her, telling him it was okay, Colin didn’t believe them. He saw them see the evidence of the drugs. He knew they were judging him, but the only thing he could focus on was them performing CPR on her. They did everything EMT’s were supposed to.

But in the end, it was for nothing. Cosima was pronounced dead. She had died of a drug overdose on August 11th, 2015. She was going to be fourteen in just seven days.

But this was where Colin’s troubles began.

First it was the grief from her death. That uncontrollable, raw sadness that rendered him bed-ridden for days. But Colin's troubles weren’t only emotional. The DA wanted to charge him with negligent homicide. At only thirteen, Colin would be the youngest to be tried for that crime as an adult, but with all of the pull that his father had, it never went that far -- it didn’t go anywhere. Colin would never see a judge, wouldn’t need to be arranged or arrested.

He suffered enough.

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”I...I just don’t know how it could’ve happened like this. She was here. She was in my arms, in my life, in...And now she’s gone. No, I can’t handle this. It’s just so wrong. Cosima...Cosima…”

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I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
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Cosima’s death played a rather important part in what Colin’s life would become. Her death and how it sent ripples would not only divide many involved, but at the Gallagher house, it also divided Shawn and Caroline.

Or rather, Shawn’s disdain for Colin grew to points that nobody in the family could have seen. Even though he had did everything he could (and then some) to keep his son out of jail, it was obvious to Colin, to Rhonda, to the twins who were at the age where they were starting to recognize the body languages of what was and wasn’t good, that Shawn couldn’t stand the sight of Colin. It wasn’t disappointment. In Shawn’s eyes, there burned a genuine hatred for his oldest son.

Not even a month after Cosima’s death, Shawn and Caroline Gallagher not only filed for divorce, but while Shawn stayed in the house Colin grew up in, Caroline moved out with the four kids. They would split custody with three of their four children while Caroline was practically given full custody of Colin and she moved away, closer to where Colin would attend high school at Rosefell.

As all of this was unfolding, Colin’s mental state took a turn for the worst. His girlfriend was dead and his father didn’t want anything to do with him. Colin was beside himself with grief and the pain that knew no end. He just wanted it to end.

And he knew hunter would have his back, so Colin hit him up again for more drugs, even buying some from Hunter’s dad. He started small. He just wanted some heroin to make himself feel better, but when the high didn’t last long enough, he snuck his mother’s alcohol.

This process continued, Colin putting himself down a dangerous, self-destructive path where he chose to not feel anything. He shut down ever caring about his life. And in the process, the Colin everyone knew: the brash, yet friendly and warm Colin Gallagher was no more. He died with Cosima.

Besides, being drunk all the time and getting high when he could was better for everyone. Not like his mother gave two shits anyway, right? That’s why she worked. And Rhonda was old enough to take care of everything.

Just let Colin do what he always did best: look after himself.

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Family

Shawn Sheamus Gallgher || 54 || Father || Detective with the Homicide division of the Columbus PD || Face Claim: Dylan McDermott — The nonexistent father of the Brady-Gallagher children, Shawn is only present in three of his kids’ lives, although he really only has a meaningful relationship with Shea and Krissy since Rhonda also protests seeing him. He and Caroline have a volatile relationship and neither can stand to be in the same room with each other.
Caroline Maisie Brady (formerly Gallagher) || 51 || Mother || Lead Anchor of MSNBC’s Columbus Affiliate || Face Claim: Amy Adams — The nurturing momma bear of the four, irish cubs, Caroline does her best in trying to provide a happy home for her kids but her job is very time consuming and doesn’t always give her the free time she wished it did.
Rhonda Lindsey Gallagher || 17 || Younger Sister || Junior at Rosefell High School || Face Claim: Madison Davenport — Rhonda is feisty and a little bit controlling. She’s fiercely protective over her siblings and is often at odds with Colin for his self-destructive ways. She wants to follow in her mother’s footsteps and be a reporter. She hopes to move to New York and intern to pay her dues before becoming a field reporter, which is her dream job.
Shawn Sheamus Gallagher Jr/Shea || 14 || Younger Brother; Older brother of Krissy || Freshman at Rosefell High School || Face Claim: Chandler Riggs — Shea is bashful at times, but also has a temper problem like his brother. But at his core, he’s sweet and friendly. He wants to be a published writer and can always be found writing in his notebook.
Sinead Kirstin Gallagher || 14 || Younger SIster; younger twin of Shea || Detective with the Homicide division of the Columbus PD || Face Claim: Jessica Alexander — Colin’s social media-obsessed little sister and prides herself as a miniature Kylie Jenner and selfie “pro” (her instagram account has many selfies of herself). Her idols include Kylie Jenner, the A’Melio sisters, and Bella Thorne. She has dreams of being an Influencer as soon as possible and has further goals of wanting to -- and this is a direct quote from her -- “party like a rockstar”.

Misc

Face Claim: Ash Stymest || Color Code: #D9381E || Font: Punk Kid
☣️ Colin has a severe drug and alcohol addiction. He keeps it as in control as he can, but those who know the signs know. His alcohol of choice is cheap whiskey and drugs of choice are cocaine and heroin.
☣️ He is nearly-always either drunk or high and brings a bottle of slightly watered down vodka to school that he sips from regularly.
☣️ He is an avid smoker, too, which may or may not be weed. Or it might be a normal nicotine cigarette. Who is to really say which?
☣️ He has the bad habit of toying with people’s emotions and teasing them.
☣️ He laughs when someone gets in his face and will always have a smile on his face even when he’s knocked to the ground
☣️ He likes to think he can function and do things while under the influence like driving and walking (he can but if he’s too much uti, then trouble is bound to happen)
☣️ He’s a known player and might hit on a girl who is already taken (even better if they are).
☣️ Colin religiously follows heavy metal bands and models on social media.
☣️ He has a disgust for Liberty snobs and those who dress like they’re better than everyone else.
☣️ He has been known to drive his sister’s 1993 Chevy Convertible. Sometimes with her permission and sometimes not.

Love me some halloween and the candy that comes with it

Colin Relations

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𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

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Stephanie Cross

“Me and Steph go together like red bull and jager. Sure, it’s going to be a good time, but the lasting effects are nasty and leave a bad taste in your mouth.”

When Colin first met Stephanie Cross, it was at a party before their junior year even began. He didn’t know who she was, didn’t remember seeing her from school or anywhere he normally hung around, but when he saw her, she made an impression on him. Not only in the way she dressed with all black and a skirt that Colin swore had his eyes first, but when a few guys tried to get handsy with her, she one-two combo’d them in the nuts and face. From that moment, Colin knew he had to find more about her. And as they became better acquainted, it soon became obvious they pushed each other’s buttons almost as often as they fucked. Their relationship was rarely stable and almost always they were screaming and shouting. And they are repeatedly on-again, off-again. Like Ross and Rachel but with more violence and anger. When they are fighting, she calls him Gallagher, which he hates. She knows this and does it intentionally. But it’s okay because Colin calls her Stephanie when he wants to grind her gears. This is their thing. They fight, break up, antagonize each other with others, get jealous, and get back together only to repeat the neverending, toxic cycle of the most problematic relationship since The Joker and Harley Quinn. 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚕 ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚕 ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Hunter Quinn

“This little punk. Such a fucking dumbass. Coming at me the first time he saw me. I doubt he even saw that right hook coming in. Guess it’s a good thing I respect balls, cause Hunter Quinn is definitely someone who would’ve been on my shitlist had he not made a lasting impression on me.”

Hunter and Colin’s relationship dates back to before Cosima but after his nasty broship break-up with Marcos. He knew the idiot Quinn from his little sister’s friends. Or maybe it was something else. Honestly, who the fuck even knows. One thing that remained clear from the time Colin encountered him at some party was how lasting this friendship would be. Of course, Colin didn’t anticipate that he would be one of the few people at Rosefell with who Colin had zero problems with, especially after Cosima. But someone had to fill the void when that idiot Spike was too busy chasing skirts and Jay was being too much of a dumbass. But even still, Colin doesn’t really see Hunter as often as he’d like due to obvious reasons. 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚕 ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚕 ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 Nonexistent

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Melissa Elliot

“Ah yes, her royal bitchiness, Melissa Ellitot. How can anyone not like her? Trick question. She’s a bitch but she owns that. That’s at least something. She counts on me, so that means I have a one up over most. Whenever she needs the hook up for parties, she knows I know people. And maybe sometimes I’ll make her grovel. Just a little.”

It’s true that Colin and Melissa have a strictly business-like relationship. That isn’t to say there isn’t an air of friendship between them. It’s obvious that she counts on him and Colin, in some way, appreciates being someone that the queen of thorns can go to when she needs something. At the end of the day, their relationship is mutually beneficial because while she gets the drugs and the booze that colin so professionally obtains for her (at a fixed price), he comes to her parties with a swagger, knowing the pills and powder everyone consumes and the booze that everyone drinks couldn’t have been possible without him. And you better believe he likes to remind her from time to time. 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚕 ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚕 ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Freako Rico

“This crazy, nonsensical motherfucker. I don't know what he's saying half the time. Always need Dee or someone fluent in Rico to translate, but when the booze starts pouring, this mf lets that Spanish Party Animal out. Freaky Rico is my man!”

Colin initially met Rico through Hunter when the latter hosted a "small" party. Which, honestly small meant about half their class. whichever the case, Colin didn't like Rico when he first met him. He had seen him at school plenty of times, but he didn't think about giving him a second glance. That wasn't to say he had anything against Enrique; it was that Colin didn't care to know. It wasn't until they met at a party and shots were downed like a fucking touchdown did Colin realize there was more to Rico than met the eye. First impressions be damned, he caught Colin's attention. From then on, whenever he needed someone to hype him up at a party, take shots, do a little blow, or decide which hunny he was going to chase next, Colin knew who he would call. Colin just wished he spoke English English. His whole philosophical shit really makes Colin visible confusion™. 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚕 ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚕 ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 Nonexistent

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𝙻𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

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Fiamma Giannulli

“Can’t say I’ve spoken to Fiamma since my parents divorced. Or, well since I claimed her virgin lips before anyone could. Hope she’s doing good now, or, at the least, learned a few new tricks.”

One of two people from his childhood who made it worthwhile. Fiamma was someone Colin didn’t think he’d find a childhood friend in. It’s not that there was anything wrong with her or even that she was a bad person. Honestly, Colin probably could genuinely say that she’s one of the few people, past or present, that he doesn’t have anything against. He just didn’t think she would leave such a lasting impression on him for her being so…, well so virgin mary-like. To this day, Colin remembers his time at Sunday School with her and that tool Marcos. He remembers causing trouble and her getting into it because of something he did or something Marcos did, but the one thing that always stood out was how he was her first kiss. She wasn’t his, but he definitely claimed her lip virginity before anyone else can. ...Not that he thinks about that at night or anything. Definitely not. 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚕 ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚕 Nonexistent 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Marcy Marc & the Funky Bunch

“Marcos and I used to be tight back in the day. He, the virgin, and I -- we were a trio not to be trifled with. But then he met those two punks from his neck of the woods. Suddenly I was trash next to them. But I guess trash attracts trash, right? Fuck Marky Mark and his funky bunch.”

It’s hard to say what was the true reason behind Colin and Marcos’ friendship fizzling in the way it did. Maybe it was Colin’s home troubles at the time. Maybe it was Marcos being a total asshole to every girl who showed interest. Maybe it was him meeting Aiden and Richie. Maybe Colin felt so threatened that he wanted nothing to do with him or his new best friends. Or maybe Colin saw the signs and just refused to see them until it was too late. Whatever the cause was, nearly four years removed and Colin’s thoughts about “The Golden Boys of Liberty”, which sounds like the worst boy band name since The New Kids on the Block, haven’t changed. His feelings about them haven’t changed. He hates Marcos for being an asshole who chose like-mindedness over friendship, but he loathes the two assholes who influenced him. If he ever saw either of them in his halls, Colin might just punch either one of them out. 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚕 ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖

Rosefell High.

Colin Gallagher ♦ Rosefell High || tw. drugs, alcohol, child abandonment & abuse, death

"Our fate lies in the hands of the things we love, and sometimes the things we love are the things that lead us to the destruction of ourselves." — R.M. Drake

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Name

Colin Brady Gallagher
_{↳It is known that Colin only prefers to be called by Colin. Anything else surely will be met with a punch to the face.}

Age

18, 3/25

Gender

Cisgendered Male; He/Him

Sexuality

Heterosexual -- sorry dudes, the ladies is the only thing that gets this man going. That and whiskey. And cocaine. Definitely lots of cocaine.

Ethnicity

Caucasian (Irish and Scottish)

Relationship Status

Single as a pringle

Label

Rule-breaking, alcohol-abusing, drug-using son of a bitch

Grade

Senior

School

Rosefell High

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Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark brown | Medium in length | Colin’s hair is naturally silky. It is long on the top, but the sides and back are shaved. It comes past his ears if combed/brushed straight.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height & Weight: 6’2/155lbs
• Body Type: Colin’s body type borders on lean and athletic with it leaning to the former. He does not work out regularly nor does he keep himself limited to any special diet. He does run a lot out of his certain...habits and his vices make his weight fluctuate from being overweight and underweight.
• Clothing Style: Colin’s style isn’t exactly limited to just one thing. He dresses sporty, grungy, has a few punk-inspired outfits, some spiked bracelets that might coincide with goth fashion, a few lumberjack-esque flannel shirts for those cold winter days, a lot of tanktops so he can proudly display his ink, a jean jacket with the sleeves torn off and with sowed leather sleeves because why the fuck not? But one thing that he has a lot of are beanie caps, but not the kind that instagram thots wear to appear “cool”. These are the kinds one might find worn by true “OG’s”. They’re single colored and in open-defiance to the gangs around him. Because fuck half-assing shit. Go full on crazy!
• Scars, Tattoos, and/or Piercings:
  
  • Colin has a five-inch, diagonal (top right to bottom left) scar on the back of his neck. It’s what remains of a nasty fight he got into with a childhood bully.
  • Colin has both of his ears pierced in multiple places: lobes, helix, and forward helix. He also has his left nostril pierced as well as his upper lip.
  • Since turning eighteen five months ago, Colin has obtained a total of five tattoos: the catholic cross over his heart, a soaring bird tattoo on the right side of his neck, a skull/crossbones tattoo on the inside of his right forearm (near his elbow), a black panther head tattoo on his left pec, and “COSIMA” inside a small heart next to the cross over his heart,

Personality

Personality Type — The Entrepreneur

Passionate → Enigmatic → Bold → Free-Spirited → Spontaneous → Proud → Selfish → Reckless → Disorganized → Erratic → Insecure → Self-Destructive → Masochistic

Meeting Colin for the first time is a tricky experience for anyone to handle. This is because of his distinctly strong personality, his impactful personality. He’s someone who displays a dynamic, hard-to-read energy. When you meet him, it’s not clear which version of Colin Gallagher you’re going to get. On the off chance he’s in a good mood -- which is as rare as it is for him to not be drunk and/or high -- he is friendly enough. You’ll get a handshake, he’ll ask you about your day or what’s new in your life. You’ll be meeting the colin of old that those closest to him miss. You’ll remember him and probably think Colin Gallagher isn’t a bad guy and not as scary as most say he is.

But this isn’t common and it’s because colin never allows himself to be like that. It hasn’t been a while since he’s genuinely smiled without the spontaneous fits of laughter caused by his vices. The Colin everyone knows either because they’ve been on the opposite end of his mood swings and erratic behavior or just from whispers is a selfish prick who only thinks about himself. It’s someone who breaks the rules constantly, spends more time in detention than he does in class, and who brings a bottle of “water” to school, drinking it nonstop. It’s the guy that is never one to shy away from calling a girl wearing a short skirt a slut or making fun of the nerds who spend all of their time in the library. He’s the guy who picks on the loners and laughs when they piss their pants.

Yeah, you could say Colin is kind of a basketcase, a dick who displays nothing of what people knew him for just four years ago.

Everything he does is without a purpose and he does it just because he can. It is not because he wants to cause harm or make people’s life miserable. It’s not even to say that Colin intends to be an asshole. It’s just, he’s miserable every day and every hour of every day. And they say misery loves company, right? Who is Colin to deny that?

Biography

tw: drug abuse, child abandonment and abuse, death

”Believe it or not, I wasn’t always this awesome motherfucker who knows how to have real fun. I mean, I’ve always knew what fun was, but it didn’t always involve me being high or drunk all of the time. Yeah, that was a long time ago.”

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Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start

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Eighteen years ago was an important day. No it wasn’t because troops were sent to Afghanistan or when The Bachelor debuted on ABC. It wasn’t even the expansion of the European Union. No, in the great city of Dubin, a magical thing happened. Right a year after the marriage of Shawn Sheamus Gallagher and Caroline Maisie Brady came the birth of their first born, rightly named Colin Brady Gallagher.

He was a beautiful baby. His bright blue eyes resembled his mother, whose hair was redder than a fire and eyes that sparkled a rich sapphire in the proper lighting. But it was the baby shade of a dimmed gray that he would be declared as his father’s twin.

Colin’s birth wasn’t a special night because of any danger he posed or anything but that he was the firstborn. And him hailing from such a traditional, Irish Catholic family, nothing seemed as important as the firstborn. They wouldn’t say it, but Shawn and Caroline had a favorite. The irony is he’s one of their four kids who has given them the most grief. Whether he did it unintentionally or to make some noise, that’s how raising Colin Gallagher went. But before we get into that, let’s know about his life growing up.

He didn’t always live in Rosefell -- or at least the part of Columbus that was within the Rosefell High district. Actually, up until about three years ago, Colin spent the majority of his life in the upper-middle class. His parents made enough money to where they could live comfortably enough. Even with Rhonda, his younger sister, and the twins that came after, Shea and Sinead, they managed to raise their kids without any signs of there being any struggles.

Shawn was a B-cop for the majority of their time spent in the Liberty district. He didn’t make a lot, but he was home every night. The main breadwinner was Caroline. She serves as lead anchor for MSNBC’s Columbus affiliate and she also wrote crime fiction on the side. That was more than enough for them to live comfortably, but when it came to their kids, there was a divide of sorts on how to raise them. And when both were around, the kids felt it.

Under Shawn’s eye, the kids knew rules and traditions. They went to church three time a week: Sunday mornings and evenings, Wednesday evenings, and Saturday if they could. Shawn was as devout as anyone could be, but he was also really engaged in his beliefs and a traditionalist, at that.

But on the flip slide, Caroline was much more relaxed. Granted, she was also a devout catholic and loved going to Mass, but she didn’t abide entirely by it only because she wanted her kids to feel like the church wasn’t the only thing that should matter.

Naturally, this led to a lot of fights. When they were home, the kids felt it.

Some days, the screaming matches weren’t as bad, but on others, the kids went to their rooms (or at least to a room together) until they were done. This happened frequently, and it forced Shawn to take extra shifts just so he didn’t have to see Caroline all of the time.

During this intense time where his home life wasn’t the greatest and Colin was under too much stress that a thirteen-year-old boy should, he wasn’t entirely miserable. This was due to a fateful encounter that, at the time of it happening, he thanked God. See, he lived in a nice neighborhood that came to mind when you imagine America Suburbia.

And the house to the left of his was special because it belonged to the Marino family. The reason it’s worthy to note is because of the only child of the Marino family. Her name is Cosima. And believe it or not, but she changed his life at hello.

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”Sometimes you have to create your own entertainment; sometimes if the world doesn’t pay attention to you, you bang on its door and crash through it like a wrecking ball.”

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Are you insane like me?
Been in pain like me?

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To understand Colin's blackest days and the darkest hours that came after, you must know who Cosima Marino.

Even from a young age, Cosima Marino always displayed a fire that made people pay attention to her. Whether it was her father's friends who always came over or the family from her mother's side, Cosima was always the light of every room. Her wondrous smile and big eyes that thrived from the attention took hold of the attention she received and chained it down to secure it. This was both her greatest attribute as a person and her greatest downfall.

Yeah, you could say Cosima Marino was the kind of girl who thrived off of attention and when she couldn't get it from those who would willingly give it to her, then she had to seek it elsewhere.

Cosima's life was about as normal as one could be with a superintendent father and an actress mother. Her father worked late but was the one around the most. His name is Ricardo Marino; while her mother, Angela Marino, who most might know her from her soap opera fame and starring opposite of Kavi Salvador. Due to Angela's job, she was always gone and only was around when she could -- which was one weekend of every month. And when she was home, Angela didn't always have time for anything but sleep, let alone paying attention to her or her husband.

Yeah, it was normal from the outside, but the Marinos had their fair share of troubles. But Cosima maintained a smile. Her attitude didn't shift in any way that would make others from the outside question if she was unhappy. Of course, she wasn't happy, but Cosima didn't want pity. She hated anyone feeling sorry for her. She hated the very notion that people would throw sympathy at her like she was a begger on the street.

But as she grew older and came into her own, Cosima's personality changed -- well, maybe a better way to describe it was that it evolved. She craved attention and sometimes that led to her acting out. With her parents barely around to notice her and the fact that she was an only child meant she didn't have any siblings to turn to. Cosima was relegated to being taken care of by nannies and relatives, but even they had their limit. Cosima made their lives miserable and if it meant her parents paid attention to her, even to punish her, she persisted.

And they did. On one summer, just a week after she graduated seventh grade, Cosima underwent the worst verbal -- and, if the marks on her arm and face were to be taken as proof -- physical abuse, too. See, her father had a stressful job and instead of drinking like many would, he was the type to smack around his daughter.

Moments after, Ricardo stormed out and his convertible stormed out of the driveway. Cosima took a few moments to bandage up her face and in doing so, as she went through her mother's medicine cabinet, she found a bottle of Vicodin pills. She knew enough to know what they were and she did so with slight hesitation.

And then she walked outside. The pain in both of her arms and jaw had more than faded and she smiled as she parked herself on the steps on the front porch. She turned her head and that's when she met Colin. Both came from troubled homes that appeared normal. They exchanged glances and both smiled at each other.

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”My earliest memory of Cosima was when we met. I don’t know what it was about her. Maybe God really did bring her into my life at the moment I needed her most, or maybe Lucifer had a hand in it. Fuck if I care about the specifics. At thirteen, I wasn’t thinking about who she was or why she came into my life; i was only thinking about how this beautiful girl that lived next to me looked at me and I was in puppy love with Cosima Marino.

I just can’t understand how things got so fucked so fast.”

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I felt it from the start,
It grew inside my heart.
It changed me from that day;
This love I can't contain
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When they met, both were only thirteen, both were still young, but their life experiences were that of someone in their later teens. They’ve both endured tremendous trauma and frustration with a homelife that hid the truth behind a facade of normalcy. And maybe that’s why they took a liking to each other.

Their first impression of each other was how both seemed to have this enigmatic allure about them. Cosima was energetic and engaging, her eyes filled with fire and life and Colin had a protective aura about him. Even at thirteen, Cosima saw that and she clung to it. Plus, even though Colin didn’t know it at the time, he gave her the attention she had been seeking.

As they spent nearly an hour talking, they bonded over how much they hated their school, how their music tastes were nearly identical, and how they both agreed that Person of Interest was a severely underrated series that deserved more recognition than it got.

In the weeks that followed, Cosima spent more time at the Gallagher’s than she did at her own house. Her parents signed off on it because the Gallaghers were known for their decency. And let’s be honest here. The only reason they did was because they didn’t want Cosima around.

Cosima not only bonded with Colin and he with her, but she also got along well with his siblings. When Colin realized that she was getting along with them, it made him smile. And the more time he spent with her, a quick friendship blossomed into what would become his first relationship. They didn’t go to the same school, but it didn’t matter because Colin knew, no matter how hard his day was, she would be there waiting for him. And his parents also didn’t mind because they adored Cosima.

As the weeks went on, Colin and Cosima had done more than just hung out at his place. They experimented with their relationship physically. Neither knew what they were doing, but they were learned with each other. It was definitely a rough patch and Cosima started to pull away. Beside himself with anxiety, Colin knew there had to be something he could do to make Cosima stay. He loved her more than he loved himself. Every part of him that was happy and safe began and ended with her.

So he hit up a friend of his from Rosefell. He knew his father was a drug dealer who often brought the product home. Colin asked if Hunter could steal a small vile of cocaine. He didn’t need much, only enough to amp up his connection. Hunter not only stole a single vile, but he managed to sneak a few pills of E.

On a Sunday morning, Colin and Cosima were alone at her place. Both of their parents were at work and Colin had asked if Rhonda would watch the twins. She didn’t have much of a choice. Besides, they were sleeping, so it wasn’t as though it would be that hard.

They were in her room and on her bed. Colin had brought up the idea of experimenting differently. Cosima being the type of girl who just appreciated being noticed by Colin agreed to whatever it was. She nearly jumped off her bed from how excited she was when he pulled the vile of the white powder from one pocket and two pills of E from another.

Colin didn’t know it, but before he came over, she had already taken a few oxy pills and was already feeling the high.

The mood was set: Colin had a clear, flat glass plate that he placed on the bed. He had rolled up a dollar bill he had in his pocket and the cocaine was divided into two lines. He was nervous as he hesitated to snort his line. He felt Cosima’s hand touch his and he looked up at her.

“It’s okay,” she said to him and they smiled at each other. “I can go first if you want me to.”

But he shook his head, knowing he needed to do this to show her he wasn't a coward. So he bent down. Colin took in the drug in the nose, snorting deeply and as he raised his head immediately, there was such a wild mix of emotions flowing through him like blood rushed to his head ten times over. He shook his head repeatedly, grunting loudly, and “woooo!”-ing with excitement.

And Cosima was feeding off of his energy. She smiled widely until it hurt her face. She kissed him and took her line almost immediately after. Her reaction mirrored his, but something was different. Colin didn’t notice it because he was still reeling from his own line and he kept sniffing in and out.

By the time colin recaptured control of his awareness, he looked down as Cosima was down face first. He didn’t think much of it because he figured this was something she did. She always was the type to do weird shit to get a rise out of him.

But after a few minutes and him commenting that it was getting old, he shook her body. When she didn’t budge, he tried again but shaking her harder. When that failed, panic set in and Colin desperately shook her tiny body but her body remained motionless.

“Shit. No…”

Colin panicked more and pulled out his cell phone. He was grateful that his parents had let him keep it. He dialed 9-1-1, not even thinking about how his father could find out.

Already in tears and his voice cracking, his despair coming through as he tried to hold his emotions back long enough to let the 911 operator know what happened and where he was at.

After he did and Lucille told him to remain calm and check her breathing and if she was breathing.

She wasn’t and Colin’s tears poured out in an unyielding stream. He held Cosima’s lifeless body in his arms, clenching her tighter than he had for anyone. He wept for her, repeating her name over and over in a grief-stricken voice. His screams filling her room even as the ambulance arrived and EMTs came into her room.

Even as they pulled him away from her, telling him it was okay, Colin didn’t believe them. He saw them see the evidence of the drugs. He knew they were judging him, but the only thing he could focus on was them performing CPR on her. They did everything EMT’s were supposed to.

But in the end, it was for nothing. Cosima was pronounced dead. She had died of a drug overdose on August 11th, 2015. She was going to be fourteen in just seven days.

But this was where Colin’s troubles began.

First it was the grief from her death. That uncontrollable, raw sadness that rendered him bed-ridden for days. But Colin's troubles weren’t only emotional. The DA wanted to charge him with negligent homicide. At only thirteen, Colin would be the youngest to be tried for that crime as an adult, but with all of the pull that his father had, it never went that far -- it didn’t go anywhere. Colin would never see a judge, wouldn’t need to be arranged or arrested.

He suffered enough.

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”I...I just don’t know how it could’ve happened like this. She was here. She was in my arms, in my life, in...And now she’s gone. No, I can’t handle this. It’s just so wrong. Cosima...Cosima…”

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I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
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Cosima’s death played a rather important part in what Colin’s life would become. Her death and how it sent ripples would not only divide many involved, but at the Gallagher house, it also divided Shawn and Caroline.

Or rather, Shawn’s disdain for Colin grew to points that nobody in the family could have seen. Even though he had did everything he could (and then some) to keep his son out of jail, it was obvious to Colin, to Rhonda, to the twins who were at the age where they were starting to recognize the body languages of what was and wasn’t good, that Shawn couldn’t stand the sight of Colin. It wasn’t disappointment. In Shawn’s eyes, there burned a genuine hatred for his oldest son.

Not even a month after Cosima’s death, Shawn and Caroline Gallagher not only filed for divorce, but while Shawn stayed in the house Colin grew up in, Caroline moved out with the four kids. They would split custody with three of their four children while Caroline was practically given full custody of Colin and she moved away, closer to where Colin would attend high school at Rosefell.

As all of this was unfolding, Colin’s mental state took a turn for the worst. His girlfriend was dead and his father didn’t want anything to do with him. Colin was beside himself with grief and the pain that knew no end. He just wanted it to end.

And he knew hunter would have his back, so Colin hit him up again for more drugs, even buying some from Hunter’s dad. He started small. He just wanted some heroin to make himself feel better, but when the high didn’t last long enough, he snuck his mother’s alcohol.

This process continued, Colin putting himself down a dangerous, self-destructive path where he chose to not feel anything. He shut down ever caring about his life. And in the process, the Colin everyone knew: the brash, yet friendly and warm Colin Gallagher was no more. He died with Cosima.

Besides, being drunk all the time and getting high when he could was better for everyone. Not like his mother gave two shits anyway, right? That’s why she worked. And Rhonda was old enough to take care of everything.

Just let Colin do what he always did best: look after himself.

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Family

Shawn Sheamus Gallgher || 54 || Father || Detective with the Homicide division of the Columbus PD || Face Claim: Dylan McDermott — The nonexistent father of the Brady-Gallagher children, Shawn is only present in three of his kids’ lives, although he really only has a meaningful relationship with Shea and Krissy since Rhonda also protests seeing him. He and Caroline have a volatile relationship and neither can stand to be in the same room with each other.
Caroline Maisie Brady (formerly Gallagher) || 51 || Mother || Lead Anchor of MSNBC’s Columbus Affiliate || Face Claim: Amy Adams — The nurturing momma bear of the four, irish cubs, Caroline does her best in trying to provide a happy home for her kids but her job is very time consuming and doesn’t always give her the free time she wished it did.
Rhonda Lindsey Gallagher || 17 || Younger Sister || Junior at Rosefell High School || Face Claim: Madison Davenport — Rhonda is feisty and a little bit controlling. She’s fiercely protective over her siblings and is often at odds with Colin for his self-destructive ways. She wants to follow in her mother’s footsteps and be a reporter. She hopes to move to New York and intern to pay her dues before becoming a field reporter, which is her dream job.
Shawn Sheamus Gallagher Jr/Shea || 14 || Younger Brother; Older brother of Krissy || Freshman at Rosefell High School || Face Claim: Chandler Riggs — Shea is bashful at times, but also has a temper problem like his brother. But at his core, he’s sweet and friendly. He wants to be a published writer and can always be found writing in his notebook.
Sinead Kirstin Gallagher || 14 || Younger SIster; younger twin of Shea || Detective with the Homicide division of the Columbus PD || Face Claim: Jessica Alexander — Colin’s social media-obsessed little sister and prides herself as a miniature Kylie Jenner and selfie “pro” (her instagram account has many selfies of herself). Her idols include Kylie Jenner, the A’Melio twins, and Bella Thorne. She has dreams of being an Influencer as soon as possible and has further goals of wanting to -- and this is a direct quote from her -- “party like a rockstar”.

Misc

Face Claim: Ash Stymest || Color Code: #D9381E || Font: Punk Kid
☣️ Colin has a severe drug and alcohol addiction. He keeps it as in control as he can, but those who know the signs know. His alcohol of choice is cheap whiskey and drugs of choice are cocaine and heroin.
☣️ He is nearly-always either drunk or high and brings a bottle of slightly watered down vodka to school that he sips from regularly.
☣️ He is an avid smoker, too, which may or may not be weed. Or it might be a normal nicotine cigarette. Who is to really say which?
☣️ He has the bad habit of toying with people’s emotions and teasing them.
☣️ He laughs when someone gets in his face and will always have a smile on his face even when he’s knocked to the ground
☣️ He likes to think he can function and do things while under the influence like driving and walking (he can but if he’s too much uti, then trouble is bound to happen)
☣️ He’s a known player and might hit on a girl who is already taken (even better if they are).
☣️ Colin religiously follows heavy metal bands and models on social media.
☣️ He has a disgust for Liberty snobs and those who dress like they’re better than everyone else.
☣️ He has been known to drive his sister’s 1993 Chevy Convertible. Sometimes with her permission and sometimes not.

Love me some halloween and the candy that comes with it