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Rosefell High.

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“you’re a kingmaker…” - Trey Marcus

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Somewhat blind sided by Joanne’s hug, DeShawn nontheless reciprocated; wrapping his huge arms around her and pulling her in tight. He very much considered Jo to be a positive presence in his life. She was a kind hearted girl with a lot of baggage but he didn’t mind, Dee had developed a reputation for being able to carry other people's problems on his broad shoulders and Jo was no different. However on the flip side, she was a confidant of his; whenever he was struggling and needed someone to talk to, Joanne was his first port of call, usually down at the shitty ball park falling apart near her house where they would shoot hoops, shoot the shit and sometimes shoot a ball at a passing Liberty kid car which may or may not now be parking in a school as they spoke.

It was somewhat nice to have a platonic girl friend for Dee. That’s not to say he didn’t find Jo attractive, girl was fine. Especially after a few games and she got her swear on and whatnot but it wasn’t like that for them. It was a deep respect they held for one another and on that rare occasion he would not be in training, Dee would find himself at some random hole in the wall, listening to Rico try and chat up a waitress, all the while trying to support Jo at the open mic she was playing at. It was a weird old fucking world.

As they separated, the two were joined by the one and only, JayVaugn Spencer.

”Who do I gotta flirt with to get the chance to ride shotgun in one of those, let alone drive it around?"”

”Likely anyone wearing Gucci or Prada my dude”

DeShawn responded to his fellow Rosefell Knight. JayVaughn was a good kid and he was one hell of a Wide Receiver. The hands on this guy in the clutch when it’s fourth quarter and the clock is winding down; ain’t no better feeling underneath those bright Friday lights than watching Jayvo catch a touchdown...besides Dee sacking some poor QB1 or the soft sweet touches of one Melissa Elliott in her little cheerleader uniform. Regardless there was a brotherhood amongst the team and JJ was an integral part of that dynamic. Like most others, he pissed the big Linebacker off to no end but that was part of his charm. Unlike Hunter and Spike, Jay was being annoying because he was trying to understand D, he was trying to get past the Walls...wall? And get into his heart. Hunter and Spike were just annoying for annoying sake and the amount of times that DeShawn had pulled all three of them out of harm's way in the short time he had been in Columbus was ridiculous.

Without provocation, Dee suddenly felt a strong grip on his shoulder and force like non other he had felt bringing him down to almost a knee; it was Jo.

"Anyway! My best friend, who I met online, goes to Liberty and this is the first time I'm meeting her. I love this girl to death... So...if any of you even try to sleep with her, you'll know what's coming”

Immediately, his mind conjured up thoughts of castration, of being hung, drawn and quartered and then his insides being used for guitar string and his teeth as picks for said strings. The mere thought of losing his manhood caused the sensation of physical pain to run throughout his body. Shaking off the feeling of imminent death, number 44 of the Rosefell Knights followed the small blonde and his fellow football player deeper into the the parking lot and after a few false alarms it seemed like Jo found the girl she called her best friend; Sam.

"Are these your friends, Joanne? Hi, I'm Samantha! It's great to meet you guys!"

DeShawn offered out his hand to hers and shook it as gently as possible but still firm. His palm alone engulfed her tiny fingers. ”DeShawn; it’s good to meet you Sam” He could see why Joanne was afraid; shawty was fine but a promise was a promise so Dee wouldn’t put any work in, at least not for a while. Jayvo on the other hand, brother was a hound who loved to jump more than his master's leg. For Christmas he was going to buy that boy a sign that said “BEWARE OF DOG”. Catching sight of a certain Queen of Thorns down the other end of the parking lot, Dee took his leave. ”Imma love you and leave you, fam. I’ll catch you in a bit”

Making his way to the other side of the lot, 44 parked himself beneath the shade of a great big tree. Dee watched the blonde bombshell he knew as Queen as she laid down the law and asserted her dominance over her brand new Liberty subjects. Damn, he forgot how good homegirl looked in her cheerleading outfit, then again Melissa looked good in everything...and especially out of everything. Was theirs a romance for the ages? Probably not. Yet it worked for them as it was. He, a potential ticket to the big time she always dreamed of. Her, a warm and limber body for him to work out his stress and anxiety. There is a spark of something more; DeShawn felt it but his family didn’t take to Missy all that well; not that he cared. He was his own damn self and if he wanted to propose to this girl he would, ain’t no thing stopping him from doing anything he pleased; the one great lesson he learned from the Soulman.

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West Baltimore - Three Years Ago

“If I teach you anything boy imma teach you this, ain’t nobody gonna tell you what to do. Beyond the street, beyond the fucking game, you’re a kingmaker, Dee. And you gonna make your own self into a damn King, ya feel me young’un?”

Trey was high on his own supply, staring down from his throne at his young son DeShawn as he made a feeble attempt at doing his homework. ”I feel you” The child responded, not looking up from his algebra papers.

“Such disrespect” Trey mumbled as he got up from his chair and made his way over to the fridge. “Can’t even look at your old man when he talking at you. Fucking…” Each passing word seemed more slurred than the one that came before. “I’m the Soulman and my son ain’t got no goddamn soul. He ain’t hard, you hear me boy you ain’t hard!” The venom continued as Dee refused to move his gaze to meet his father. “Ain’t built for the street, he soft. Doing his damn algebra when he should be out there grinding, out there slinging...you ain’t made for this Dee”

Unable to bite his tongue any longer, young DeShawn raised his head from his textbook and spouted bile right back at his snake of a father”Who’d want to be this if they could be anything else, dad?”

In that moment, the room fell deathly silent for what felt like an eternity. At least until the fridge door closed and Trey launched a six pack of beer at his teenage sons head, missing by mere inches. He darts cross the room, following the trail of the cans and threw himself over the table, grabbing Dee by the collar and pulling him to his feet. DeShawn struck out at his fathers face but he simply smiled and shrugged it off, a combination of adrenaline and drugs. “You shut your dirty mouth” He hissed. “You need to keep that damn thing closed or I swear on your beautiful mothers eyes I’m gonna rip your fucking tongue out. This here is us Dee, you and me. We ain’t need and we ain’t got nobody else. You’re my blood boy but that won’t stop me from throwing you off of a balcony in Franklin Terrace if you disrespect me again”

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He didn’t want to interrupt Melissa as she did her thing; so in the brief moment that their eyes met, DeShawn offered her a million dollar smile and a look in his eye that she knew all too well.

Rosefell High.

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“No puedo contenerlo más
Un beso y has abierto la puerta
Mis ojos están claros y mi corazón no está hueco
Adonde lleva tu amor mi pobre alma seguirá.

Después de la mujer oscura,
Te veo en esa luz de whisky seco a medio encender.
Mírame, baila para mí
Arrastra mi alma contigo de vuelta a la oscura noche oscura”

Enrique mumbled the words to his latest masterpiece as he plucked at his guitar strings. After Dark Woman was going to be the one to propel him into the Latin Rock stratosphere, just like “Sunkissed Shore” last month or “Amor no me defraudes” the month before that. He was in no great rush to be famous but to be appreciated for the talent that he was; now that was the challenge.

Somewhat prototypically, Rico’s bedroom was like any other teenage boy. Clothes were strung across the floor, the shades on the windows were basically sealed shut leaving the room in almost complete darkness except for a small crack of sunlight and the illuminated screen of his cell phone. Every wall was plastered with vinyl records and old posters and the bin was overflowing with takeaway cups from the Yellow Rose. Sitting beside him were doggy bags from his family's restaurant La Munica; Rico had opted for a few leftover spicy Mahi Mahi tacos as his evening meal the night before; the boy did love his heat, it was a wonder he had any functioning tastebuds left.

“Hijo, ponte unos pantalones, vas a llegar tarde a la escuela” a female voice called through the door. Enrique’s mother Monica was a stunning beauty; even now in her mid fifties many of Rosefell’s young bachelors would fawn over the restaurateur. Rico didn’t mind his friends drooling over his Mom, it was quite flattering actually and both her and his father still looking good boded well for his future maturation into adulthood.

He glanced down at his phone and noted the time; she wasn’t wrong, he was behind already and it was only the first day! He jumped to his feet and began throwing clothes around the room to try and find anything that could remotely pass for clean. After what felt like an eternity of searching; Enrique pulled on a pair of jeans, a vintage Fleetwood Mac T-shirt and a denim shirt with his classic black and white converse finishing the ensemble. He sprayed himself down with deodorant and locked his precious guitar in its case before hurrying out of the door with it under his arm.

La Munica was Pedro Nunez’ baby; he had graduated from a small seaside stall in Cancun to a semi upscale restaurant in Columbus, Ohio. It wasn’t the fanciest place in the world but his was homely and the food was cooked beautifully with love and passion; two traits that all the Nunez familia share in abundance. As he prepped his latest dish, Pedro glanced up towards his wife as she made her way towards the laundry room; in that brief whisper of a moment he considered himself the luckiest man alive...then he heard the slamming around of his only son as he stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen of the restaurant, hitting the hanging pots and pans with his guitar case. “Nosotros deberíamos haberte adoptado”.

Enrique stopped short of his fathers position by the oven and stole a slice of toast to eat on the way. It was too late for him to stop at the diner and grab his usual morning coffee so unbuttered plain toast that was undoubtedly meant for his darling mother would have to do. ”Siempre eres tan amable conmigo, papá. te quiero. Por cierto, el Chilli Mahi Mahi fue una bomba. ¡Te veo esta noche!” Suave waved like a schoolgirl, toast hanging from his mouth before grabbing his skateboard from the side where his mother had told him not to leave it for a thousand times and jumped out of the back door.

With the guitar strapped to his back, Rico kicked off from the sidewalk and set off down the hill towards Rosefell High. Riding a board with a guitar case and guitar on your back as well as your school things was not an easy feat but the Latin lover boy had it down to a science and it was why he maintained such a strong upper body. One would be surprised to find he was not an athlete of any kind.

He was extremely curious to see what new adventures and mysteries this new year would hold for him. Rico had no doubt that Rae was already hiding in a bush somewhere trying to figure out whether the new Liberty transfers were all pod people or soul sucking demons who murder by sex. If that was how Enrique was to die; tied to a bed and by the lips of the beautiful departed...he was ok with that. As Devil Town by Bright Eyes played through his earphones, he took in the changing sites around him. As he made his way further and further down the hill, the buildings became a little more decrepit and little more worse for wear. It wasn’t Hollywood and it wasn’t that well put together but it was home.

Riding towards Rosefell High’s parking lot, Rico could see little clusters of students gathering. Some he recognised, like Spike, Minty and Lilith, others he did not, like girls the other three were talking to. He had to time his next move carefully; one step too fast or one too slow would ruin the evil plan that was forming in his deviant Mexicano brain. He would use all his wit, all his wisdom and all of his lyrical genius to pull off the first opening day meme of Rosefell.

With precision timing, Enrique rolled past Spike and his Harem, turning to far them all with a radiant smile ”Ladies, you’re are all breathtaking, ignore the boy and any words that come from his mouth, he is a walking potato” Like a smooth criminal. The guitar man carried on last the group, satisfied that his job was complete. He loved Spike dearly like most but he could not resist. Satisfied with his genius, Rico let out a content sigh just in time to nearly be ran over by an arriving car

”Oh shit”

Rosefell High.

Enrique “Rico” Núñez - Rosefell High

Name

Enrique Miguel Oscar Núñez

Nickames

Rico
El Mariachi
Suave

Age

17

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Music Kid

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown/Black
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 6’0
• Body Type: Stocky and athletic
• Clothing Style: Rico’s style is all denim, all the time. His daily combo is his Levi’s and denim jacket with whatever clean vintage band t-shirt he finds in his room.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:Rico has both of his ears pierced and has a few non descript scars.

Personality Traits:

Confident - Charismatic - Flirtatious- Hopeless Romantic - Deep Thinker
Impulsive - Lackadaisical - Fearless

Biography

To you I pose a question; if you are conceived to the sound of Sade’s 1984 banger; Smooth Operator, could you mature into anything but?

Enrique Miguel Oscar Núñez was born on a hot summer’s eve somewhere just off of a beach in Mexico. Why his parents decided to leave the beauty of Cancun in favour of the shitheap that was Cleveland still confuses the young troubadour to this day. Whatever the case; Rico enjoyed the first few years of his young life living amongst the sun drenched residents of Mexico. It was in these early formative years that his love for all things musical began to foster; specifically he would sit and watch the mariachi play for hours, studying their every movement in the guitar and the way they would serenade the crowd.

Upon moving stateside when he was ten; Rico’s love for music only continued to grow as he now had access to an even better back catalogue of tunes. Ranging from classic 70’s power ballads, to the sultry jazz of the 40’s; Rico Suave loved it all and when his father bought him his first guitar, the future Latin lovers fate was sealed. He was going to be a musician, no matter what it took. Fame and prestige didn’t matter, it was for the love of the music and for people to enjoy his talent. His other loves; which he found in his early teens were skateboarding and weed; what a triple threat right?

Having been raised on telenovelas and love songs; Enrique’s love life is a strange one. He knew very early that he had no preference on gender; he loved the soul in all its glory and through the third eye he had developed doing yoga, he could see straight into that of a potential partner. It was not unusual for him to write and perform songs to a loved one; he was also partial to a grand gesture akin to standing on a overturned trash can and pronouncing his love to one and all. Rico’s actions have managed to garner him a reputation as both a womaniser and a fool; which one depends on how he gets out of bed in the morning.

One thing that is certain is that in spite of a lot of things, it’s hard not to like Enrique. He holds very little anger in his heart and friendly to even the assiest of assholes. There is an aura of pure nonchalantness around him which people tend to gravitate to; you know when you’re hanging with Rico it’ll be a chill good time. On the flip side, this lack of caring also means that it’s quite difficult to get him to focus on anything other than what he wants to which is usually his guitar or chasing strange...

Family

Pedro Núñez - 55 - Father - Chef/Owner at La Munica - FC: Antonio Banderas
Monica Núñez (nee Flores) 54 - Mother - Manager at La Munica - FC: Salma Hayek

Misc.

-Itzan Escamilla| FF8B00 - Brake Fluid
Rico always has his guitar with him..ALWAYS. The sight of him skating down a hill with his guitar case in hand is a regular one in town.
He and his family do not speak English when they are at home so he still retains much of his accent.
Enrique is a big lover of Unsolved Mysteries and wrote a song entitled Robert Stack
He performs at open mic nights around town as well as his parents restaurant and he busks quite often.
I have a sweet tooth so I’ll let you guess what my favourite part of Halloween is...

Rosefell High.

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”Captain Lee is the shit”

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For DeShawn; running was a way of life. It was a way to escape his problems, to keep himself in shape and of course; it was the best way to get from A to B without a mode of transport. He had spent most of his youth running down the street away from the police or from gangsters, guns and bullets. Too many times in his young life could he remember starting to run with friends and turning to see some of them already on the ground; blood pooling beneath them. Running had become his sanctuary away from the world that he had yet to truly understand. Ounces and powder, he could do that in his sleep. Calculus and gossip? Now that was stressful. There were some days he missed the corner; hood rats were a lot more easy to understand than cheerleaders and influencers.

After giving enough old ladies (and some old men) the right amount of thrill to keep them going another day longer and not slipping into the sweet silence of death; DeShawn finished his run just outside the Rosefell High parking lot. It was still fairly early and only a few cars had arrived, most of which he did not recognise as they probably belonged to desperate Liberty kids looking to make a good first impression on their new classmates. At all hazards one must keep up appearances, dignity above all. He slipped into the locker room through a side door and quickly changed into his civilian clothes, wiping his sweaty torso with a wet cloth to cool down first. DeShawn was a simple guy, jeans, a t-shirt, a thick flannel for this cold month and a beanie. Once he had changed, he grabbed his bag and headed back out to the parking lot. Taking a seat on a bench; Dee leaned back to breathe in the ever changing sight of the new student body.

He glanced over to a bench on the other side of the parking lot and noted the very familiar and very delectable form of one Minty Goh; he offered her a court nod. In other circumstances he would go over but D knew that he wasn’t the one she was waiting for; not today. The one she awaited was of a more vanilla variety. The Linebacker knew Minty well; as a friend and in the more biblical sense. Indeed his massive torso was plastered all over her Insta feed; then again most of Rosefell had seen The Walls...wall. Their trysts they shared were a simple transaction of flesh when it is required and nothing more substantial was available. It worked for them and neither had the burden of feelings or romance. Minty and Spike were Endgame and Dee, well Dee just needed to get to the end of high school so he could apply for the latest season of Below Deck; damn Melissa introductions to such addictive trash but Captain Lee is the shit. Either that or get his ass a scholarship and then help the Baltimore Ravens back to the Super Bowl; it didn’t really matter which.

Mango Loco was bomb; of this he had no doubt as he cracked open the can of Monster he had stored in his bag, along with some sick grass that Isaiah had given him (nice job cuz) which Lilith and Rico would fucking love. Rosefell was not a bad place; this Liberty kids would have it easy. Dee’s last school before leaving Baltimore was nowhere near as pleasant as the shit heap he now attended. It was over crowded, underfunded and half of the teachers had sheets longer than the corner boys that populated the classes. It wasn’t unusual to go into school one day and for the kid you sat next to not to be there anymore. Normally it was because they dropped out to start slinging or it was because they were already slinging and they had got caught or even caught a bullet. There were drugs in the bathrooms and he wasn’t talking a little bit of green; it was the hard stuff, the bad stuff, the stuff his old man sold better than most. He brushed his hand across his arm; feeling the scar beneath his shirt it brought back horrid memories that DeShawn would much rather forget.

It was another life or at least, he hoped it was.

Back in the present; the big guy could see a small gathering forming around the familiar Dodge that belonged to Spike. It was unsurprising that his favourite little shit was getting himself into trouble before the first hell of the day had even sounded. Normally at this point, Dee would probably get up and go pull him out of the fire but it was too nice a day to get shot on for simply being associated with the lovable imbecile; besides it looked like Minty-Fresh had it covered. DeShawn scanned the crowd for more familiar faces and caught sight of Joanne chilling by the stairs, eyeing up the Liberties. Deciding that it looked to crowded over with the Mascot; he pulled himself to his feet and made his way over to Jo.

”Hey yo, Jo. Look at all this fresh meat to the slaughter. Think they got any idea what they’re getting themselves in to?”

Rosefell High.

Enrique “Rico” Núñez - Rosefell High

Name

Enrique Miguel Oscar Núñez

Nickames

Rico
El Mariachi
Suave

Age

17

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Music Kid

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown/Black
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 6’0
• Body Type: Stocky and athletic
• Clothing Style: Rico’s style is all denim, all the time. His daily combo is his Levi’s and denim jacket with whatever clean vintage band t-shirt he finds in his room.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:Rico has both of his ears pierced and has a few non descript scars.

Personality Traits:

Confident - Charismatic - Flirtatious- Hopeless Romantic - Deep Thinker
Impulsive - Lackadaisical - Fearless

Biography

To you I pose a question; if you are conceived to the sound of Sade’s 1984 banger; Smooth Operator, could you mature into anything but?

Enrique Miguel Oscar Núñez was born on a hot summer’s eve somewhere just off of a beach in Mexico. Why his parents decided to leave the beauty of Cancun in favour of the shitheap that was Cleveland still confuses the young troubadour to this day. Whatever the case; Rico enjoyed the first few years of his young life living amongst the sun drenched residents of Mexico. It was in these early formative years that his love for all things musical began to foster; specifically he would sit and watch the mariachi play for hours, studying their every movement in the guitar and the way they would serenade the crowd.

Upon moving stateside when he was ten; Rico’s love for music only continued to grow as he now had access to an even better back catalogue of tunes. Ranging from classic 70’s power ballads, to the sultry jazz of the 40’s; Rico Suave loved it all and when his father bought him his first guitar, the future Latin lovers fate was sealed. He was going to be a musician, no matter what it took. Fame and prestige didn’t matter, it was for the love of the music and for people to enjoy his talent. His other loves; which he found in his early teens were skateboarding and weed; what a triple threat right?

Having been raised on telenovelas and love songs; Enrique’s love life is a strange one. He knew very early that he had no preference on gender; he loved the soul in all its glory and through the third eye he had developed doing yoga, he could see straight into that of a potential partner. It was not unusual for him to write and perform songs to a loved one; he was also partial to a grand gesture akin to standing on a overturned trash can and pronouncing his love to one and all. Rico’s actions have managed to garner him a reputation as both a womaniser and a fool; which one depends on how he gets out of bed in the morning.

One thing that is certain is that in spite of a lot of things, it’s hard not to like Enrique. He holds very little anger in his heart and friendly to even the assiest of assholes. There is an aura of pure nonchalantness around him which people tend to gravitate to; you know when you’re hanging with Rico it’ll be a chill good time. On the flip side, this lack of caring also means that it’s quite difficult to get him to focus on anything other than what he wants to which is usually his guitar or chasing strange...

Family

Pedro Núñez - 55 - Father - Chef/Owner at La Munica - FC: Antonio Banderas
Monica Núñez (nee Flores) 54 - Mother - Manager at La Munica - FC: Salma Hayek

Misc.

-Itzan Escamilla| FF8B00
Rico always has his guitar with him..ALWAYS. The sight of him skating down a hill with his guitar case in hand is a regular one in town.
He and his family do not speak English when they are at home so he still retains much of his accent.
Enrique is a big lover of Unsolved Mysteries and wrote a song entitled Robert Stack
He performs at open mic nights around town as well as his parents restaurant and he busks quite often.
I have a sweet tooth so I’ll let you guess what my favourite part of Halloween is...

Rosefell High.

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“ain’t no corner boy bullshit” - Denzel Little

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No sleep was not usually a big issue for DeShawn. If it wasn’t Melissa or Minty digging their nails into his back or his lump of a cousin practicing his admittedly bomb rap skills; it was the odd nightmare or memory of his former life in West Baltimore. The previous night however it was a different kind of excitement that prevented him from drifting off into Dreamland. Today Rosefell officially merged with Liberty and a life that he had only just gotten used to was about to change again; for worse or better had yet to be decided.

Columbus was a fresh start and Dee had spent most; if not all of the last year trying to ingratiate himself into the Ohio way of doing things. This new world he had entered was not one of glitz and glamour; this definitely wasn’t the OC but it was most certainly a very separate place in comparison to Calhoun and Fremont Street. He had managed to carve out a nice little slice of the white picket pie for himself thanks to his aunt and uncle. He could not thank them enough for what they had done for him; taking him without never having met him. Giving him the structure and discipline that the Soulman never could. For the past twelve months; they had been his parents and Rosefell had been his home.

Having almost immediately been drafted into the Rosefell Knights by Hunter “Fuck You Very Much” Quinn; Dee’s experience running from the Police and breaking through fences and doors made him a hell of a linebacker (Defensive Player of the Year by God!) and through those damn Knights he had found the brotherhood and the challenge that he had been sorely lacking and desperately craving as part of the crew in Bodymore. He loved those fucking idiots almost as much as he loved the cheerleaders; what could he say? Sexual chocolate had a thing for white women.

Speaking of white women and challenges; it was these two things that had kept DeShawn awake. Melissa Elliott as she always did give Dee a tremendous work out but it was in fact Alina Zabrecky that staved off his sleep. He had received an email saying he was to be Alina’s buddy during the merger. He did not know many of anyone really at Liberty High but for some reason the name Zabrecky rang out but he was not sure why. He had spent most of the night trying to work out the best way to play it; did he approach as a fellow former newbie and use that card to make her feel comfortable or did he go full Big D Energy and ramp up the flirting? She was a babe no doubt but Dee wasn’t no fiend. New kid vibe it was!

Having had his beloved Jeep Wrangler taken away for his addiction to sneaking white women into his bedroom; Dee made the decision to run to school, it was a bit far for a normal human being but DeShawn Marcus was not a normal human. Besides Boogara; he was the tallest kid at Rosefell by far and was built out of pure raw Baltimore steel coated in Hershey’s chocolate; truly he was a specimen to behold. Choosing his outfit for the first day was not something he particularly cared for; so Dee simply threw some clean clothes into his backpack ready to change once he had arrived at school; he slipped into a pair of joggers and left his chest bear, shirts were restrictive when running. He kisses his rosary before descending the stairs to the kitchen; central hub of the Little household.

”Hey yo!” A typical Dee greeting. He entered the immaculate room to the typical sight; his uncle Denzel sitting at the countertop preparing for school, he was a teacher at a local middle school. His aunt Jada was slaving away over pancakes for her idiot son Isaiah who was half asleep on a couch nearby, most likely spitting rhymes in his head. ”Don’t worry about breakfast for me aunty I’ll grab something on my way”

”DeShawn we’ve talked about this. It’s good morning everybody, not Hey Yo, ain’t no corner boy bullshit gonna play in this house; you feel me?” Denzel Little was not a man to be trifled with. He was ex army and still kept his body in such a way that he could give Dee a run for his money and often did during workouts. To the outside world, he was a a goof, a fool with a stupid sense of humor but the man commanded respect. ”Please tell me, I’m mistaken but I could’ve sworn I saw a certain blonde haired cheerleader exiting our driveway last night. Anything to say Dee?”

Of course DeShawn remained silent. He may have been the size of a small house but in the shadow of Uncle Denzel, he was the size of a lawn gnome. ”It wasn’t like…”

”You don’t have to explain yourself baby” Jada chimes in, turning from her pancake batter to glare at her husband. ”Denzel let the boy make his choices. Lord knows you made some bad ones when you were a kid”

”Whatchu mean as a kid? Look at that jumper he got on! Pop’s is like the whitest, black man that ever lived” As was his custom, Isaiah chimed in when it was not required. ”And we do need you to explain yourself Dee. How dirty those skinny blonde girls?”

Jada could only roll her eyes and return to her cooking. Lord knows living in a house of alpha males was pure toxicity in a bottle and it was messing with her feng shui. Denzel looked up from his paper as DeShawn opened up the back door. ”Dee; I’ll only say this once; be careful out there. Those Liberty kids will make you miss the street, trust me. Also I updated your run playlist; you’re welcome”

DeShawn pulled out his phone and glanced at his Spotify. Sharing an account with the entire family was a difficult thing. Most of Isaiah’s stuff was like NWA which was fine, even Jada had
some taste with her early nineties r&b but holy shit; the crap that Denzel put on here. ”Jesus Unc. X is right; you really are the whitest black man that ever lived. I’ll catch y’all round the way” He shook his head and departed the house.

”Any reason you decided not to tell him his fathers getting paroled soon?”

”It don’t matter. Treyvon come to my house and try to take that boy from us; I’ll put a bullet in him my own damn self”

The man of a thousand nicknames popped his beats over his ears and scanned the recently amended playlist for something worth listening to on his commute. Well well well, looked like his uncle didn’t have that bad a taste after all. Dee hit play on an absolute banger before taking off down the street, waving as the white ladies and old bodies of the neighbourhood came out into their stoops to get their morning delight of sexual chocolate.

Rosefell High.

DeShawn Marcus - Rosefell High

Name

DeShawn Denzel Marcus

Nickames

Dee
Sexual Chocolate
Big D
Big Daddy
TDD (Tall. Dark and Delicious)

Age

18

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Jock - A Bad Bad Boy

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown/Black - Usually kept in a short fade
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 6’2
• Body Type: A solid 230lb of pure muscle
• Clothing Style: Dee dresses commonly in his sports clothing (joggers, t-shirts and his letter jacket) or occasionally in jeans and a nice button down shirt. He wears a rosary around his neck.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:Dee has both ears pierced and has multiple scars over his body, none too distracting, mostly caused by the usual childhood mischief. He does have a large scar on his left arm from being attacked by a police dog.

Personality Traits

Generally speaking, Deshawn Marcus isn’t much of a talker. Most would agree that he’s pretty kind and sweet natured but it is the early hardships in his life that truly shaped Dee’s personality. He is tough, cynical and brutally honest and seems to be burdened by a somewhat compulsive need to save people, a factor that often results in both admiration and annoyance because he can’t seem to stay out of trouble. Deshawn much prefers his own company a lot of time and enjoys disappearing for a run or a hike for hours at a time just to clear his head. In spite of this need for independence, Dee is very empathetic and understanding of other people and has no qualms with working with a partner or group as shown by his time on the football team.

He is somewhat shy and finds it hard to properly allow his emotions to be seen other people. Deshawn is prone to solving problems with his fists rather than with his head and is seemingly always involved in fights even if said fights don’t really have anything to do with him. The streets of West Baltimore are a dangerous place for a child to grow up, Deshawn is the perfect advocate for that.

Biography

When you are born and raised in a place that has in the past been named Bodymore, Murderland your trajectory through life is pretty much mapped out for you from the start. Deshawn Marcus was brought into this world on a cold winter's eve in West Baltimore. His old man was a well known enforcer for one of the heavier gang sets and also worked as a longshoreman on the dying docks. Dee didn’t really have a lot of fond memories of those early formative years. He doesn’t really remember his mother, only that she wasn’t around anymore and that his father was someone you did not mess around with. The few good memories of when he was a child pretty much centred on trips to the zoo and the brief summer days he spent with friends playing touch football.

As soon as his old man Trey deemed he was old enough, Deshawn was on the corner, selling drugs. The life of a corner boy was pretty much his entire existence if not for the fact that he was one hell of a football player. He was allowed to play for his high school as long as he earned a good chunk of money slinging dope for his dad which of course he did. Thanks to an early growth spurt and the workout he got every other night running from the police, Dee got real big real quick and damn, the boy could play. Towards the end of his sophomore year, Deshawn’s father had a group of his friends over for a party, Dee on this particular day was in the house acting like a waiter for the drug kingpins of Baltimore. It didn’t take long for things to take a turn, the house was firebombed and shot up. Deshawn and his father survived but only just.

After the assault, social services finally decided to step him and took Dee from his father, who didn’t really put up that much of a fight to keep his first born son; thinking in some way that wherever his boy would end up, it would be better than where he was. At such an advanced age, it would be a miracle if anyone wanted to remove Deshawn from the system and give him a home. Either luckily or un-luckily for him an uncle he didn’t know existed decided to take him in and soon enough the hard streets of West Baltimore had become the hard streets of Columbus, Ohio. Uncle Denzel was just as strong willed as his old man but he was on the straight, a former army captain and current school teacher; his long dead mother's brother This kind of environment was good for Dee; structured and caring. Almost Immediately he was recruited for the football team but Deshawn made it a priority not to fall into the jock stereotype; he spent time with his teammates sure but for the most part he was a loner type.

After a year in Columbus, Dee had pretty much established himself as a gentle giant, don’t fuck with him and he won’t fuck with you. You need a hand, he’ll be the first at your door. Still, an air of despondency hangs over him like a cloud. A troubled past could put a stop to a bright future and that terrifies him.

Family

Denzel Little - 44 - Uncle/Guardian - School Teacher - FC: Sterling K Brown
Jada Little (nee Lane) - 44 - Aunt/Guardian - Interior Designer - FC: Christine Adams
Treyvon “Soulman” Marcus - 46 - Father - Incarcerated/Criminal - FC: Mahershala Ali
Naomi Marcus (nee Little) - 28 Mother - Deceased - FC: Tessa Thompson
Isaiah “X” Little - 23 - Cousin - Aspiring Music Producer/Estate Agent - FC: O’Shea Jackson Jr

Misc.

Jordan Calloway | CB8DEB
I have a sweet tooth so I’ll let you guess what my favourite part of Halloween is...

DeShawn’s Relationship Playbook

”a collection of thoughts from a former corner boy”

Rosefell

Lilith Montgomery -

Ellie Roberts - “If my black ass is pissed about H, S or J then Ellie is my first port of call. She’s calming; like a well a cheerleader is supposed to be. No shade or tea”

Hunter Quinn - “Hunter is like that itch on your ass that you just can’t scratch. As much as I want to get rid of him I just can’t. I love the fucking fool and I’ll protect him with my life; which knowing him his probably far more prophetic a statement than I intend it to be”

Minty Goh - “My girl Minty fresh is like Bob Ross talented but like super fucking fine which basically cancels each other out. My FWB; mint and sexual chocolate that’s a tasty drink right there. Wait what was I talking about? Oh yeah, she cool”

Mikey Rodriguez -

Spice Cross -

JayVaughn Spencer - “Jayvo likes to play this game with me where he tries to get me to smile (as if I don’t). I like to play this game where I slap him upside his head for being a damn idiot. Between him and the other two reprobates it’s a wonder I have any hair left”

Melissa Elliott - “They say in the game that if you come at the King you best not miss. With Melissa, it’s more like come at the Queen, protect ya balls cos she’ll eat them with a side of caviar! Knowing this though; I still can’t help myself around her, I’m like a damn puppy. Fucking white girls”

Spike Langley -“I swear to God if this kid does not learn to keep his mouth shut it’s gonna cost us all big time and it’ll most likely be me that pays the most because it’ll be my job to grab him by the neck and throw him in the trunk of my car and get caught in the crossfire”

Sean Bergara - “Toss a coin to your Boogara...the big boi is always welcome over at my aunt and uncles house; I think they appreciate that his influence on me; whatever that means”

Joanne Lynn - “Jo my girl; only person ever to beat my big ass at HORSE. She got a lot going on in her that she don’t speak on; that’s fine she don’t have to but she knows she’s got me if she needs it”

Samara Steward-Ellison -

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Liberty

Christian Barker -

Miki Park -

Nik Zabrecki -

Samantha Queen -

Juno Michael’s -

Aiden Howard -

Fiamma Giannulli -

Richie Diedrikson -

Emily Baxter -

Marcos Kingsley -

Alina Zabreky -

Rosefell High.

DeShawn Marcus

Name

DeShawn Denzel Marcus

Nickames

Dee
Sexual Chocolate
TDD (Tall. Dark and Delicious)

Age

18

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Jock - A Bad Bad Boy

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown/Black - Usually kept in a short fade
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 6’2
• Body Type: A solid 230lb of pure muscle
• Clothing Style: Dee dresses commonly in his sports clothing (joggers, t-shirts and his letter jacket) or occasionally in jeans and a nice button down shirt. He wears a rosary around his neck.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:Dee has both ears pierced and has multiple scars over his body, none too distracting, mostly caused by the usual childhood mischief. He does have a large scar on his left arm from being attacked by a police dog.

Personality Traits

Generally speaking, Deshawn Marcus isn’t much of a talker. Most would agree that he’s pretty kind and sweet natured but it is the early hardships in his life that truly shaped Dee’s personality. He is tough, cynical and brutally honest and seems to be burdened by a somewhat compulsive need to save people, a factor that often results in both admiration and annoyance because he can’t seem to stay out of trouble. Deshawn much prefers his own company a lot of time and enjoys disappearing for a run or a hike for hours at a time just to clear his head. In spite of this need for independence, Dee is very empathetic and understanding of other people and has no qualms with working with a partner or group as shown by his time on the football team.

He is somewhat shy and finds it hard to properly allow his emotions to be seen other people. Deshawn is prone to solving problems with his fists rather than with his head and is seemingly always involved in fights even if said fights don’t really have anything to do with him. The streets of West Baltimore are a dangerous place for a child to grow up, Deshawn is the perfect advocate for that.

Biography

When you are born and raised in a place that has in the past been named Bodymore, Murderland your trajectory through life is pretty much mapped out for you from the start. Deshawn Marcus was brought into this world on a cold winter's eve in West Baltimore. His old man was a well known enforcer for one of the heavier gang sets and also worked as a longshoreman on the dying docks. Dee didn’t really have a lot of fond memories of those early formative years. He doesn’t really remember his mother, only that she wasn’t around anymore and that his father was someone you did not mess around with. The few good memories of when he was a child pretty much centred on trips to the zoo and the makeshift forest of his imagination.

As soon as his old man deemed he was old enough, Deshawn was on the corner, selling drugs. The life of a corner boy was pretty much his entire existence if not for the fact that he was one hell of a football player. He was allowed to play for his high school as long as he earned a good chunk of money slinging dope for his dad. Thanks to an early growth spurt and the workout he got every other night running from the police, Dee got real big real quick and damn, the boy could play. Towards the end of his junior year, Deshawn’s father had a group of his friends over for a party, Dee on this particular day was in the house acting like a waiter for the drug kingpins of Baltimore. It didn’t take long for things to take a turn, the house was firebombed and shot up. Deshawn and his father survived but only just.

After the assault, social services finally decided to step him and took Dee from his father, who didn’t really put up that much of a fight to keep his first born son. At such an advanced age, it would be a miracle if anyone wanted to remove Deshawn from the system and give him a home. Either luckily or un-luckily for him an uncle he didn’t know existed decided to take him in and soon enough the hard streets of West Baltimore had become the hard streets of Columbus, Ohio. Uncle Denzel was just as strong willed as his old man but he was on the straight, a former army captain and current school teacher; this kind of environment was good for Dee. Almost immediately he was recruited for the football team but Deshawn made it a priority not to fall into the jock stereotype.

After a year in Columbus, Dee had pretty much established himself as a gentle giant, don’t fuck with him and he won’t fuck with you. You need a hand, he’ll be the first at your door. Still, an air of despondency hangs over him like a cloud. A troubled past could put a stop to a bright future and that terrifies him.

Family

Denzel Little - Uncle/Guardian
Trey Marcus - Father
Naomi Marcus - Mother - Deceased

Misc.

Jordan Calloway | CB8DEB
I have a sweet tooth so I’ll let you guess what my favourite part of Halloween is...

Rosefell High.

I mean...

DeShawn Marcus || Male || Rosefell High Student || FC: Jordan Calloway ||
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