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How The Leaves Fall

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Interactions & Mentions

Interactions: Emily (@Zoey Boey), Ben Ruiz (@sassy1085), Elijah Redgrave (@Kassarock), and Denise Covington (@Asesina)

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Before waiting for Emily's response, she looked at Ben. "It seems so," she said with a small smile. It was demure but sweet enough to seem genuine.

Violet looked at the kite one last time before looking behind her to see the subject Elijah was discussing. "That's the new girl. Denise." She said it casually like it was old news to her. In a way, it was. Vi was always in the know about things of this nature. Hilda had mentioned to her that Mrs. Covington was inviting her granddaughter to come to stay with her. After a little bit of digging, Violet became very familiar with the girl's past, particularly that they were of somewhat similar economic status. Still, she held no ill will toward Denise and she was dimly aware of how obvious it was that she was spreading rumors. So, she added, "Though, that's just what the random internet nobodies say about her."

Vi made eye contact with Elijah. "She's a rich girl from New York, perhaps here because of some sort of disciplinary problem. Maybe drug abuse? Who knows." So maybe she had no basis for that last suggestion, but a few rumors wouldn't hurt Denise. Besides, she didn't need anyone on-upping her place as the revered heiress. "You know, Eli, if you were to come out from that rock you live under, you might be able to keep up." Though she tried to simply tease the boy, given she was a little sweet on him despite their family's histories, it came out snarky.

Looking back into Eli's eyes, she continued. "Not to mention, all you have to do is ask the girl who she is and be friendly." This time, Violet managed to be a little softer in her tone. She was attempting to be friendly, though it was obviously not her specialty.

Swiveling on the desk, she turned towards the general direction that Denise was. "Hey there, you, new girl- what brings you to this podunk town where the most interesting element we bring is our murder rate per capita?" She opted to not joke about the witchy rumors, though she would in the past. It was only now as weird things began occurring in a higher frequency that she began to question the validity of those rumors. Though, perhaps it would've been better to mention that, given present company. She looked at Eli out of the corner of her eye, clearing her throat a little. Though Alex wasn't found dead, she was aware that going missing at the Festival is not the ideal way to run off.

How The Leaves Fall

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Interactions & Mentions

Mentions:Emily (@Zoey Boey)

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Violet smiled, oddly charmed by Emily's antics. It would be very easy to make fun fo the odd-ball for her constant spewing of factoids, but Vi was feeling nice today. She had her morning coffee, and she had enough odd occurrences last night to enjoy Emily's. She listened to the facts about caffeine, remarking to herself mentally about how she should probably not to drink her afternoon Monster. Setting her coffee down on the desk, Violet delicately flattened out her pants and pulled at her sleeves. Once everything was in check, she looked out of the corner of her eye to see the paper kit. Turning to look at it closer, she plucked it out of Emily's hand.

"Oh that's cool, girlie." She studied the kite closer, seeing that Emily got everything right, down to her makeup. It was actually pretty remarkable, given how much detail Emily captured in such a small space. For once, the genuine side of Violet peaked through, and she took a second to joke with the other girl. "Thank you so much, this is lovely. I love the sharpie," she smiled.

Setting it in her lap softly, Violet looked at Emily's desk and saw there were more paper kites. "Did you make one for everyone in class?" To say that Vi was touched by the drawing was an understatement, given it brought out the curious side of her that rarely made an appearance. Usually, Violet was only tolerant of others, maintaining a certain amount of separation and coldness. Instead, she leaned closer to Emily, trying to get a closer look at all the little drawings.

How The Leaves Fall

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Interactions & Mentions

Interactions: Emily (@Zoey Boey)

Mentions:Emily (@Zoey Boey)

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Violet's earrings dangled; their tear-drop hearts brushing against the edges of her jaw. She tucked her hair behind her ears, trying to ensure not a thing was out of place. She had shown up to school early, given she never sleeps anyway and prefers to walk to school. It's a little less than a mile from the DeWinters estate, but Vi still could never get the timing right. Somedays, she arrived early and others- terribly late. Thankfully, the cold air got her up earlier than usual. She smiled as she entered the classroom. It was a small, demure smile that oddly matched the same expression that Emily was drawing on the kites. Her perfectly manicured eyebrows sat asymmetrical with one above the other, tentatively perched. Her nails clacked against the desk as she went to sit down in her usual spot. Second row, deadset in the middle. She was dimly aware of Emily's presence in the room, given her mutterings. Violet decided to avoid her at first, moving around her in order to get to the front. V was not ready to talk yet, and she definitely needed another few minutes of silent coffee-sipping to feel like being social.

Sitting back, she took a slow sip of her coffee, enjoying the taste. Her eyes shut. How come she could sleep in any place that wasn't her house? It was odd and incredibly frustrating. Especially when she's supposed to be a top student and also the school's socialite. At this point, she was so used to being in desperate need of energy, she made her own. And also drank copious amounts of caffeine. Violet was notorious for matching her Monster energy drink to her outfit. However, that wouldn't make an appearance until lunch. Instead, she let her stomach be warmed by the coffee. It had been a long, lonely night. More so than usual. Nightmares and odd visions had plagued her, and she ended up falling asleep resting against the tree in her garden. That was why Violet arrived at school early. It was also why she needed to drink her caramel macchiato in peace.

After ten minutes of sipping her coffee and taking a cat nap, Violet was ready to turn on the charm. Taking a deep breath or two, as her therapist taught her to when she felt overexcited, she sat up and began to rummage through her purse. She found her phone and her AirPods case, putting her headphones away, and closing the music tab she had open. She enjoyed flaunting her wealth casually, so she carried her most recent iPhone with pride. It wasn't that she wanted to brag; she wanted respect. Getting up, she moved to the desk in front of Emily and sat atop it, perched perfectly on the edge. There was no one else of interest at school yet, so she thought to warm up to the girl first. It had been awhile.

"Hey, Emily. What're you up to?" Violet smiled, serenely with her eyes slightly low-lidded.

For Whom the Bell Tolls

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Interactions & Mentions

Interactions:
Mentions: Father McCarthy (@Ozzoqueen)

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When Aran made it to Fifth and Durum, he took a moment to catch his breath. He was starting to panic, with his heart racing out of his chest. A few blocks back, he started choking on his tears and snot. Aran needed a moment, so he rested his back on the church, content with the fact that he was only a few steps from his desired location. From Father McCarthy, the last emblem of his childhood. It felt wrong, being here under these conditions. He wasn't even Christian, and it felt wrong that the only reason he was seeking a religious location was because people wanted to murder him.

His backpack was heavier now, filled with old mementos and kitchen knives. His clothes from high school were also in his old school backpack, which laid atop his newer, heavier one. He figured that if he was holed up for the foreseeable future, it would be best if he had his own clothes. It was odd, returning to his house. It felt like he had forgotten all of the ins and outs of his home. It was barren without anyone else there, and the last time he had been around was a year or two ago when he briefly stopped by for Thanksgiving. He had left in anger and hadn't spoken to his brother since. He'd barely spoken to any of his family since, barring his mother. He was a stranger in this home, and he felt like a burgler taking the knives from the kitchen and his father's gun from the safe. He should've taken the television while he was at it.

Taking a deep breath, Aran wiped his tears away and covered his face long enough to take a breath in. He tried to think about anything other than his father or his friends.

Standing up, he made his way to the gate of the church. It only took him a few moments to see that it was barricaded, and Aran began to jiggle the gate ferociously.

"Hello? Father McCarthy?" Aran called out, rising on his tiptoes.

The church looked almost abandoned. It was never this quiet. The only thing suggesting that people took care of the building was the state of the garden. He began to survey the premises, walking the perimeter of the fence until he found the back. There was a small opening in the fence, one suggesting some sort of entrance. It was then that he found a latch and opened it, quietly. He was dimly aware of the danger in Fifth and Durum being so quiet, and it made Aran be even gentler with his movements. The gate only shrieked slightly as he opened it. It took him only a few moments before he was at the church door. He knocked, mildly aware that it felt like the only sound on the street even though only a few blocks over it was chaos.

"Father McCarthy?"

How The Leaves Fall

𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝒟𝑒𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇

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manipulative ✖ jealous ✖ ambitious

Violet Abigail Williams ✖ 17 ✖ cis female ✖ bisexual ✖ fc: sabrina carpenter

❝𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒢𝓊𝒸𝒸𝒾 𝑜𝓃, 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝒷𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓏𝑒.❞

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𝐿𝑜𝓎𝒶𝓁 ✰ 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓅𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 ✰ 𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈 ✰ 𝐵𝑒𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 ✰ 𝒜𝓂𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 ✰ 𝐵𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒 ✰ 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉 ✰ 𝐸𝓃𝑒𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸

⊱ Her peers often discount Vi, though adults find it easier to see through her sweet demeanor. She doesn’t seem like a viper lying in the grass, but rather a rich girl who has more of a passion for fashion than witchcraft or murder. However, most adults won’t be fooled. Mostly because they can’t fall under her spell, metaphorically speaking.

⊱ No one could ever say that Violet isn’t passionate, almost to the point of headstrongness, but it’s to her benefit. She believes in being the mastermind of one's own success, and she won't let anyone "get in [her] fucking way."

⊱ Despite her seeming conservativeness, mostly due to the whole “being an heiress” thing, Violet is quite the feminist. She’s often quoting Simone de Beauvoir, Anne Brontё, and Audra Lorde. Vi wants the world in the palm of her hand, and she’ll be damned if anyone stands in her way. B̶u̶t̶ ̶s̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'t̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶v̶i̶c̶i̶o̶u̶s̶…Some would call this excessive or her way to success manipulative, but she’d call it necessary. Of course, she keeps the truly evil-seeming parts of her passion held beyond the shiny exterior of bubble-gum smacks and Crest white-strip smiles.

⊱ V shows people how she feels through actions. She’s incredibly good at giving a hug when she senses people need it. She’s loyal, but this doesn’t happen easily, which is why she holds grudges so easily. There’s a lot she expects out of those she loves, barring perhaps her father, but she gives back just as much, if not more. The years of ostracization got to her, making her incredibly distrusting of adults but longing for youthful friendship. Because of this, she’s quite the conversationalist, and she used to do Debate in middle school. Vi can squeeze in two hundred words a minute and somehow she makes sense.

⊱ Easily jealous, Violet gets attached quite easily. This can be a good thing since it shows her undying loyalty to those she loves, but it tends to get her in trouble more than anything. With her inability to move on from something peacefully, her many flirtationships often end in the boys mysteriously being replaced by pigs or disappearing during the Fall Festival. Her friendships also have the capacity to suffer too.

⊱ V tends to get a little carried away with her ambition, especially when it comes to human interaction. Half of the conversations people have with the social butterfly usually are only happening because she’s working an angle. Whether it’s for gossip, a hookup, notes, or… other things..., Violet has certain magic around her that allows her to get away with it- for the most part. She lost countless friends over the years because of this, but she finally got the balance right for high school. According to her, Vi doesn’t even realize she’s doing it until the person has already left. She just wants to be in control. All. The. Time. And God bless anyone who doesn’t give it to her.

⊱ As a massive flirt, she’s always got some guy on the tip of her finger. She didn’t use to be this way, but something about being a cheerleader and participating in theater empowered her. Made her bold. It was as though the siren-like effect she has on people amped up a notch, and she knew how to use it for once. Perhaps it was the fact that all eyes were on her that made her brave enough to tempt boys. Instead of repelling her classmates, she started to attract them. Made her desirable. Or something like that. It isn’t as though she tries , though. She just ends up making out with one dude after talking to him for a total of ten minutes. Without. Even. Trying. Hell, half the time she can’t even recall the conversation they had. She just knows it wasn’t memorable enough to stick with him for the long haul. O̶r̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶'s̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶-s̶o̶-s̶u̶b̶t̶l̶e̶ ̶c̶o̶m̶m̶i̶t̶m̶e̶n̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶s̶u̶e̶s̶. Or the fear of rejection. Maybe add a dash of fear of how getting attached to someone might turn out. Who knows!

⊱ V easily lies to herself about her motivations and her strengths. To some extent, she doesn’t fully understand her capacity her narcissistic tendencies. However, there’s the other part of her that pretends these blatant flaws don’t exist when she’s fully aware of them. Thankfully, not everyone has completely caught on to how self-aware she is, at least everyone who isn’t above the age of 25 or else she’d be friendless. They just assume she’s a spoiled rich girl.

⊱ Managing a full schedule, starring in play after play, practicing daily with the cheer squad, and m̶a̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶d̶e̶r̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ has its tolls, but Violet is always full of energy. She’s actually an insomniac, scoping out the DeWinter estate grounds well past midnight for no reason. She’s often caught sitting in front of the 100-year-old oak on the edge of the woods. Hilda, her maid and former nanny, used to fetch her and force her back to bed, but eventually, V’s father just told Hilda to leave her be. Something about the tree, the way it makes her feel like a rapid river draining into her heart with every beat, won’t allow her to rest. Or think straight. Somedays, it follows her throughout the day, but that’s usually only when something bad happens in Westcliffe. The lack of sleep, however, is also the source of the numerous blonde moments she has (perhaps another reason why people don’t see her as calculating as she actually is).

⊱ Violet has an insatiable lust for power and the ability to lead. She believes she wouldn’t be abusive (just a little convincing to “get things done!”), and she could be the difference between a mediocre show/routine and a memorable one. Everyone either underestimates her or fears her, especially her father.

⊱ With her insomnia comes the impulsive bravery! Vi is unafraid of the dark, spiders, knives, murders, the Boogey-man, you name it. She’s pretty immune to it all! She believes in them all (including the Boogey-man. Don’t laugh!), but she’s confident in her ability to fight them off. Besides- it never seems to effect her anyways.

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⊱ Given her family history and reputation, Violet is no stranger to wealth and wacky parenting. Especially since her dad inherited millions after her mother died in front of her dad when Vi was only six (No one except Violet, her dad, and the priest came to the funeral- if you were wondering). Because of this, her father was distant for most of her childhood, letting Hilda raise her. On the rare moments where Mr. DeWinter wanted to parent Violet, it was always strained. Her father flinched every time she moved.

⊱ As Violet got older, her father grew more distasteful of her. She was never going to live up to the standards Mr. DeWinter held her to. Around this time, their relationship turned heated, resulting in fights where Violet took the brunt of her father's wrath. At one point, he yelled at her about how if she hadn’t been born, her mother wouldn’t have died. Although he has never physically harmed her, his shouts and accusations were enough to deal with on top of the loneliness that followed her from elementary to middle school.

⊱ Violet spent the next years growing up far before her time. Her father saw her mother in Vi, but she never understood this. She just knew there was something unholy about her, at least that’s what her father made her believe. It didn’t help that her few friends seemed to drop like flies, leaving her once they overheard their parents discuss the truer nature of her mother’s death. Violet was the wrong thing in the equation. The aberration. The stranger.

⊱ Things got worse when Vi’s one ex from 7th grade woke up the morning after he broke her heart to find his body trapped in a smelly, pink pig. Unfortunately, he became sausage. Everyone assumes Jason ran away during the Fall Festival, but Violet always suspected that the pig was him. Something about his squeals as they carried him out of Jason’s room. It almost sounded like Jason’s.

⊱ And let’s not talk about the girl on the swimming team who appeared from the waters at a meet with a full head of snakes for hair. People never connected it to her, but they didn’t know about their brief tryst during 8th grade. Even Vi isn’t sure if it was her, except for a recollection of breaking into the school the night before, traversing the border of the pool, and tossing a pig’s heart into it. Hilda told her that she must’ve sleepwalked off of the property, only making her suspicion stronger.

⊱ Once she graduated 8th grade, things began to turn up for Violet. She started to find her place in high school, and people began to form their own opinions about her instead of listening to their parents about how the DeWinters were supposed to be avoided. High school drama, gossip, theater, cheerleading- all of it became a nice reprieve from her father, who was more involved in her life with her mother out of the picture. Since her time there, her father has never visited her.

⊱ It was around this time that Violet joined extra-curricular activities and came out of her shell. She found her place, so to speak. She has aspirations of becoming an award-winning, Broadway actress, but she'll settle for the Dallas Cowboys. She's known for her leadership qualities, given she's a total Rachel Berry and insists on heading up everything from the arrangement of the flyers to the score of the next musical. There's little she won't put herself as the front-woman of, and most of the time she's successful

⊱ It seemed that Vi’s family reputation didn’t stop people from being 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 to Violet. There was always something irresistible about her, the same with her mother. It runs in the family. It seemed that people would always want to talk to Violet, they just didn’t want to know Vi beyond a conversation or two that satisfied their curiosity. This just worsened in the coming years as she grew older, but at least it came more out of her high school status and less out of her family name.

⊱ Though she isn’t exactly aware of her abilities, she knows, like most things concerning the DeWinters of Westcliffe, there’s something off about her. She hasn’t slept through the night in almost six years. Something keeps her awake at night; a feeling of constant adrenaline pushing her to explore the forest late at night when no one’s awake. To steal a pot from the kitchen, start a bonfire, roast some herbs, dance amongst the trees, and speak an ancient language she doesn't recall learning.

⊱ Despite Violet’s insistence that she’s a normal, Christian girl, she’s finding it more and more difficult with each passing school Fall Festival to deny that a little bit of the Devil’s spirit lies within her.

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⊱ Everything concerning Jason and the girl from the swim team is a well-kept secret by Violet. Except maybe she let a few things slip to people when she gets a little too tipsy from her favorite wine coolers.

⊱ She hopes of having a wild love affair, even though she’s terrified of intimacy.

⊱ Once a month, Violet has night terrors. Hilda knows, but thankfully she’s never said anything to her father. She’d never hear the end of it, she fears.
⊱ Violet goes out at night to the oak tree in her backyard and often she communicates with the tree. She feels like she can understand it and it understands her better than any human.

⊱ She’s bisexual, and Swim Team Girl outed her to her father. It’s something that caused the burn scars on her back, the ones right in the center, where her father burned his cigar through her favorite blouse (something she will probably never explain or admit her father did to her). Violet had kissed Swim Team Girl (who’s actually named Jennifer, but she refuses to ever speak her name again) a few days before, and she’d worn her poppy-printed, peasant blouse with the tassels she’d just watched a YouTube video to figure out how to do. She’d sewn it herself. Coming home from school, Violet was met with her father’s sullenness. He’d gotten a call from Jennifer’s mother. The rest you can piece together from there.

⊱ Given all of that, she’s never kissed a girl since and, quite frankly, she’s terrified to. Even though she looks at plenty of girls with bountiful affection, Violet knows better than to trust herself. Or anyone else.

⊱ She owns a bible, which allows many people to assume she’s Christian. Really, she’s agnostic given all that’s happened to her. However, she’s kind of earned her branding as the cliché.

⊱ Her little trips to the forest at night are well-kept under the radar. Meaning only her dad and Hilda know.

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𝑒𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋
⊱ Position Applying For: DeWinter Heiress
⊱ Nicknames: Vi, V
⊱ 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲
⊱ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
⊱ As a short, seemingly flexible girl who wants to be at the top of everything, many of the Cheer girls were surprised when Violet took her placement as a base with zero protest. She got quite a few shocked faces which is exactly why she did it. Okay, not actually. She genuinely believes in a "team" even if she's not always at the top. However, don't get it twisted. She won't let herself be on the bottom for long.
⊱ Her favorite form of love is hugs and cuddles. It's probably because she hasn't been hugged by her father since she was in third grade. Needless to say, Violet has major daddy issues.
⊱ After receiving the dream earrings, Violet pierced her own ears Parent Trap-style. She didn't scream, though (or at least that's what she'll tell you).
⊱ Speaking of sewing, Violet won a 4-H contest for "Best Outfit Made of Unconventional Material" when she was in 4th grade. She didn't stop sewing after that.
⊱ One of her other talents includes her fantastic baking abilities (for some reason, her cookies, cakes, and everything in between are always addictive. Granted, sometimes things go wrong and people end up with horns, but they usually go away once they have their morning constitution).
⊱ Her preferred area to study in is the estate’s gardens, by the statue of assumably Aphrodite. It's gotten so bad that she even has a hammock set up.
⊱ Tea FIEND. If you want to makeup with Violet, get her a fancy tea from Westcliffe. Bonus points if you can guess which type she wants!
⊱ Violet always needs to have something to do with her hands, and she can often be found working on some needlepoint or knitting project in class. Of course, there aren't many close friends that want to give them a plethora of scarves or embroidered flowers, so she usually hands them out to people when she sees they're having a bad day.
⊱ Obsessed with getting into her dream school, Vi actually works really hard in school though she pretends she doesn't. She has daddy's money, of course! Still, she needs to work her ass off to get into Julliard, so it isn't a complete lie.
⊱ Her favorite color is deep forest green, almost black, but she wears a lot of pastels and pinks because they match her complexion and aspired aesthetic better.
⊱ Secretly dreams of having a healthy relationship with at least one person, but she knows it probably won't ever happen all-things-considering. She's just too self-sabotaging and controlling for that to ever happen. At some point, Violet's completely ready to accept her fate as a gorgeous spinster. At least people have always told her she looks fantastic in a little black dress!
⊱ Absolutely hates it when someone calls her crazy or tells her to calm down. It's rare that Violet loses composure, and anyone who ever tries to tell her to not feel her emotions obviously doesn't understand how rarely she lets herself feel upset. At least not obviously. If you're in a fight with her, she doesn't respond well to yelling either. She just wishes arguments could happen in a way that's a little more civilized.
⊱ One of her little quirks is listening to her music through the YouTube app instead of paying for Spotify Premium/Apple Music like any normal person would. She's constantly charging her phone with one of the outlets in the back of the class because her phone battery is always drained.
⊱ Slight to major John Mulaney stan. He's never failed to make her giggle!
⊱ A total dog person. She hasn't met one she doesn't smile at and felt compelled to cuddle.
⊱ Knows how to pick a lock with just a bobby pin due to too many hours spent on YouTube.
⊱ Secretly wishes she could go braless without people noticing/caring or feeling naked. She simply likes the look! Too bad it doesn't fit the aesthetic she crafts so carefully.
⊱ Her love language is handmade gifts. If you receive a surprise present from her, she's probably trying to tell you she loves you {platonic or otherwise}.
⊱ Drinking diet coke like water and hates it when people point it out to her. Especially when they tell her to drink something other than caffeine and sugar.
⊱ Has a hydro flask decorated in calico critter sticker and just all things pink stickers
⊱ Elle Woods is her inspiration and personal hero. A ditzy girl whose perseverance and determination get her to Harvard, where she reveals herself to be independent and fantastic at anything she puts her mind to- what's there not to love? However, Vi's still just as capable of going full Carrie on these bitches. Except slightly less murder-y.
⊱ Digs the opposites-attract narrative in her favorite rom coms that she just swoons over!
⊱ Has a pair of cross earrings her mother gave her after getting her ears pierced the summer she passed. She guards them with her life, even if the gold paint is fading.
⊱ Updates everyone on her life and thoughts on her private snap story. She never got that phase in middle school where everyone was posting pics like Don't at me with a depressed-looking face or needlessly recording herself talking about her day, so she's making up for lost time.
⊱ Loves being the person who’s always caring for everyone else. If she can be in charge and the one people come to for help and reassurance, Violet's 100% into it. Something about being needed gives her purpose.
⊱ Romantically, as with most types of relationships, Vi likes to be in charge- at least to some extent. Perhaps that's why she rarely lets a flirtation last more than a few weeks. She's still in control at that point. Maybe not her biggest fear, per se, but it'd certainly be an adjustment that she'd put off at all costs.
⊱ Despite appealing to the manufactured stereotype of a ditzy, blonde cheerleader, Vi is actually a total feminist, sitting in her room digging the powerful women in her favorite comic books to praising the work of Kathleen Hanna as she blares "Rebel Girl" on repeat. Why should she sacrifice her femininity just to be seen as a badass? Or have to be sexy to get the job done either? Everyone should just be who they naturally are as respected all the same. Not that she still doesn't want to be on top and won't do what's necessary to get there, but her gender really shouldn't fucking matter other than she's a pretty girl.
⊱ Obsessed with pretty comic book/graphic novel/manga girls. Granted, she's not proclaiming her love for Poison Ivy or Envy Adams, but she definitely owns a collection that she hides under her bed. She's super particular about who touches them, even though none of the comics are even remotely expensive and her graphic novels are worn, with the pages ripped at the edges. She's just possessive about them.
⊱ A guy who's not afraid that anything remotely feminine will challenge his precious masculinity and status as a dude? Incredibly hot. And something she's not used to finding.
⊱ Loves to bike everywhere on her yellow mountain bike. Vi usually goes mountain biking with Hilda during the summer, and she finds it hard not to miss. It's usually her best bonding time with Hilda.
⊱ Hyperboles. Hyperboles. Hyperboles. Exaggeration is definitely Vi's strong suit, so beware! If you can even figure out if she's telling the truth (which, she tries to. It's a bit hard), she might also be playing things up.
⊱ Hopes to become a better person, but Vi finds it more difficult than it seems. How does one rework their entire personality and not completely lose themself in the process?

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x x Given his family's intricacies (to say that nicely), Arlo has often been slow compared to his siblings. His twin, Everest, graduated two years earlier than expected due to the plethora of AP classes. Sheridan is a girl-genius, becoming famous for her collage portraits when she was only ten. She really only goes to university to have a degree to back up her skills. There's nothing particularly special about Arlo, and he likes it this way. He's fine with drifting through life in his own way. Hell, the Caesar way of doing things doesn't seem to really be working out, given his father's abuse, so maybe the Arlo way will be better? Arlo hasn't always been connected to the rest of the family. He recently was reconnected to Winona, his mom, and Everest because of Harrold, his dad, going to prison. For the past ten years, Arlo hadn't talked to his family outside of Sheridan or, more recently, with their once-a-month family dinners (Harrold and Winona are paying for his education, so it seems to be a fair trade-off). After a final, one-sided fistfight with his father, Arlo refused to withstand being a punching bag. At 15, Arlo left home and lived with his high school friends, moving from couch to couch. After one of their moms reported him to CPS, Arlo found himself in a group home. Lena, the group home supervisor, became one of his closest allies, despite being the same age as his mom. Although it was difficult getting along with the several personalities within the home, Arlo left on good terms, and he still goes to visit with Lena whenever he finds himself in New York.

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x x Born in Berlin, Greta grew up a happy child, with all her dreams supported by her loving parents. She only had one dream, however, and that was to become a prima ballerina. Beginning to study at the age of three, she was found to be a prodigy. Greta became a massive success in the ballet world almost immediately, attending the Vaganova Ballet Academy in St. Petersburg at the age of 12, two years earlier than most. However, when she moved to Russia, she was questioned by the CIA, and it was then that she learned about her family. Thankfully, she’s managed to avoid much of the scrutiny it should cause, primarily due to the fact that her ballet skills outshone her parent’s past lives. Therefore, it came as no surprise when by 16, Greta was asked to tour with the Royal Ballet as their guest, visiting over 20 countries in a matter of weeks. She was not star, but she was the understudy for Odette/Odile in Swan Lake, and on the last night, she got to experience the thrill of the black feathers, the ballet shoes, and the freeness that came with the role. The director said that it was one of the best performance she had seen, especially for a young girl like Greta. It didn’t last long, however. By the time Greta turned 17, the pressures of the industry had poisoned her. She became highly competitive, turning to pills and steroids in order to make her faster, stronger, and more focused. The people around her started noticing a change in Greta. She became more irritable, cruel, and downright envious. Her tarot readings were becoming more ominous, and people stopped seeing her as the quirky little waif they knew and loved. They worried for her, and she responded to this concern with a slap, literally and figuratively. It all came to a head at the World Ballet Competition. Her strongest competitor, Yerim Lee, fell on her foot and broke her ankle. The culprit was found to be the shoe, which had threads cut from the ribbon so it would tear when she went on pointe. No one could lead it back to Greta, and rumor has it there is still a pair of scissors sitting in an evidence locker in Russia. Because of this, Greta was expelled from Vaganova Academy, though under the guise of poor performance and use of enhancing drugs (which wasn’t off base, and the drug test proved as such). Still, most people don’t know about her involvement with Lee’s broken ankle. It was perhaps the threat of who her parents are that kept word from spreading. Now, Greta Von Müeller attends OIC, a strong step down from Vaganova. She’s on the outs in the ballet world, and she’s determined to prove herself once more. Greta continues to attend dance classes. She just needs to find her way back to the simple love for ballet, the type she felt on stage that night when she was 16. It’s been years, and she still can’t find her way back.

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For Whom the Bell Tolls

'Fit

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Aran's day started out with his arm being nearly torn off by his best friend.

The night before, he had hosted a sesh with his friends, introducing them to his home-grown cannabis. It wasn't the best, but everyone enjoyed themselves. That is, until Harris left to get everyone coffee this morning and came back a murderous freak with a lust for blood. Unfortunately, Harris had gotten everyone except Aran, who happened to wake up just in time before he got bitten. However, it was an unequal fight with four zombies against one. Not to mention Aran has minimum defense skills. Perhaps his three years of karate when he was a kid will come in handy now? He didn't know, but he jumped away, ripping his arm out of Harris' grasp. Looking around and feeling cornered, he took stock of the room and realize how painfully outnumbered he is.

"Hey, come on Harris... Penny... you don't have to do this!"

He received no response, only grunts from a few of the friends of friends that showed up last night. Picking up his backpack, Aran kicked Penny in the stomach, giving a small apology as he ran out of the apartment. He trotted down the stairs, hearing the echo of extra footsteps. He picked up the pace, jumping the last five steps. Pushing out the door, he slammed into another person, causing blood to splatter all over the glass. There was a groan, but Aran didn't stop to find out if it was human or murderous human noises.

"Sorry!" was all he said as he ran away, sprinting for several blocks before hiding himself in an alley to catch his breath.

That's when he got a phone call from his mother.

"Mom?" His voice sounded panicked and out of breath. He felt like a child again.

"Honey, I need you to go to the church on Fifth street and Durum. You remember Father McCarthy, right?" Moon's voice came out soft and sweet, even though there was distant screaming in the background.

"Why? We aren't even Christian... Mom, where are you?"

"Florida, but that doesn't matter. We need you and your siblings to go there, okay? We are going to drive up from here. We'll be there in a few days, okay?" She was gentle, coaxing Aran through the conversation.

"What? Why are you guys there? What's happening?"

"I don't know, but it's something Father McCarthy prepared for. We'll be there soon, honey. Just get to the church."

Something about his mom's voice scared him, like she was telling a lie. It was the same voice she used to talk about Santa with. This realization forced Aran to digest his mom's wishes, and after a beat or two, he finally spoke.

"Okay. I will."

"Good, honey. I'm going to call your sister, now, so I have to go. She's supposed to be landing in Chicago today, so expect her soon. Okay? I love you."

"I love you too, Mom. Tell Dad I love him."

"He knew, honey. Okay, I got to go."

"Wait, Mom, what do you mean 'knew'? Mom-" That's when the phone clicked. Aran felt tears start to crawl into his eyes. He swallowed his words and his tears. He knew there wasn't time.

Throwing off his backpack, he rifled through it until he found his pepper spray and a full can of Arizona. It was better than nothing, he supposed. Zipping the backpack back up, he started running towards his old house.

For Whom the Bell Tolls

'Fit

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"Cancel your trip. I need you to empty your car."

Zaneta was startled by her mother's voice. She had been sitting on her phone, lazily propped up on the couch. The TV was playing softly in the background, mentioning some recent round of murders. At first, Zane didn't move, unable to fully process her mother's words. That's when she jumped up, eyebrows furrowed.

"What the hell do you mean I can't go on my trip?" Her face was red, getting redder by the second. No one was going to take this road trip from her, and she wanted to scream at her mom.

Her mom's eyes were wild, odd, and almost twitchy. Still, Zelda managed some softness as she spoke. "I don't have time to explain, but I got a call and we need to go."

"From who? Who called?" Zaneta huffed, getting more frustrated. "You know, I'm an adult. I don't have to cancel shit.

Her mom glared at her, putting her hands on her hips. "Zaneta- You just have to trust me on this. I don't have the time to explain." She paused, turning away to walk towards the master bedroom. "I'll explain once we get on the road. Now go unpack your Jeep."

Zaney followed Zelda, stomping her boots on the hardwood floor of their Texan home. Her mom was wearing a cowboy hat, and it took everything in her power not to steal it off her head to get her mother's attention. Unfortunately, she was painfully aware of Zelda's new-found spurs on her boots. Instead, she followed her mom into the bedroom, watching as she pulled a duffle bag out from under the bed. "What the fuck is that? What the fuck is happening?"

That was when her mother opened the duffle bag, revealing an array of guns and knives, even a katana. There was a wide variety to choose from, with some weapons as old as the 21st century. Zelda grabbed a sawed-off and then tossed a rolled up sheath of knives to Zane. "I should've taught you how to shoot years ago, but this should do for now." She paused, studying her daughter's clothes. "Put as many of those knives as you can on your body. The rest you should store in your backpack. Now do as I fuckin' asked Zaneta and unpack the damn car, but leave your clothes."

The look on her mother's face frightened Zaneta. She simply said "Yes ma'am." before walking out to the car, trying to understand what was happening. Why was her mother acting so strange? What was she supposed to do with this shit? She looked at the blow-up floaties and the cooler full of beer. She tried to think straight, figuring out what she should keep and what she should toss. Ultimately, she decided on her suitcase of clothes, the food she packed, and the blanket and pillows. That's when she heard a low growl behind her. Turning to the right, she found Mr. Wittaker staring at her with black blood dried to his shirt. He didn't look right, and something about him made Zaneta's neck hair turn up. She rested her hand on the hilt of the big knife she had in her pocket. That's when Wittaker started running towards Zaney, and she brought the knife out. That's when a bullet shot through his head, splattering brains everywhere, including Zaneta's hair. That's what she screamed.

"Shut the fuck up, Zaney."

She looked back to see Zelda poised with the shot-gun on her hip. She looked like Sarah Connor in the second terminator, which started Zaneta. Where was her mom?

"Get in the car. And stop staring at me."

She didn't stop staring, not even when they got into the Jeep and began driving towards Oklahoma. "You want to tell me why the fuck you shot Mr. Wittaker and why the fuck we're hitting the road?"

Her mother took a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel. "I got a call, from an old acquaintance in Chicago, back when I lived there after meeting your father. I always thought this might happen, but I didn't think it would. Hell, he didn't either. At least we hoped." She got a lost look in her eyes, losing her train of thought.

"Mom?" It came out soft and childish.

Zelda shook her head. "Right. Sorry." A pause. "We need to get to Chicago. He's far more prepared than I am."

"Mom, prepared for what? What the fuck is happening?"

That's when her mom looked over at her. "The apocalypse, dear."

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Aran

_______________________________________________ | Aran “A.J” Ahmadov | 22 | cis male | bisexual | | college student and drug dealer | _______________________________________________

APPERANCE ____________________________________________________________________________ Standing at 6’3’’, Aran is lanky and long. He stands like an Enderman, with long arms reaching out to grab things. He wears round glasses that manage to soften some of the features of his face, especially because he’s made of long, harsh lines. On top of his glasses, A.J. has dark brown curly hair. It’s often in his face or forming a strange halo. Usually, Aran can be found wearing big, hefty sweaters with his favorite red low-top Converses. He’s a simple guy, and he dresses like an indie kid, even during the apocalypse. PERSONALITY ____________________________________________________________________________ Bubbly | Attentive | Intuitive | Organized | Calm | Over-protective | Big-mouthed | Finicky |Deceptive | Eccentric As the glue of his college friend group, Aran is extremely aware of other people's needs and opinions. He ensures anyone and everyone feels welcome and loved. Believing in karmic justice, Aran does this in hopes of people reciprocating the kindness he spreads. Suffering from a sub-par high school social experience, he knows what it's like to feel left out, so he has a tendency to organize every social event and D&D game to a T. Aran can't have a brunch without giving everyone a place card, attempting to mix up the group and keep everyone in touch with each other. He's the one who’s always messages the group chat first, asking everyone for an update on their lives. He would never exclude anyone, and he expects to be involved. In fact, he'll make himself involved. On top of being hyper-involved with everyone's lives and ultra-supportive, Aran is a calming presence. Perhaps it can come across as uncaring to the unfamiliar eye, but he's incredible at quieting a room of everyone's worries. In addition to this, he's able to read a room quickly, picking up on the minute details and intricate emotions. Because of this, he's the type of person to hug someone without needing to know what's going on. Due to his family's tendency to ignore him, Aran is an expert at making people feel loved and understood. He believes in being supportive without being pushy (or so he thinks). Aran doesn't need to know why you're crying, even if he's going to grill you once those tears dry up. Aran chooses to call his intense involvement in his friends' lives being over-protective. A less conservative judgment would be that he's overbearing and controlling. It comes from a good place, but he can't reel it in to a normal level. Oftentimes, he'll get into fights about what his behavior is classified as. So maybe he spent two hours Insta-stalking that girl you mentioned finding cute in your Psych class or he emailed your professor about you being sick... that just means he cares! He'll defend you to the very end, but he can't promise he won't cause bodily harm to the one who hurt you. Unfortunately, Aran also suffers from being a massive gossip. He can't seem to keep everyone's ideas to himself. This comes from his tendency to be "too much" when it comes to caring for others. He just needs to discuss with his nearest confidant about how to deal with your choice in significant other. There's an inherent attempt to do good with this also, but, obviously, he's telling everyone other people's business. On top of Aran's intense involvement in other people's lives, he's extremely particular about how things are done. He feels compelled to control everything, and if it isn't done the "proper way," he'll take over the entire situation. Aran will fix anything he feels wasn't done right. This makes him awful in group projects, but it can also annoy his friends, especially when playing D&D. He hates it when other people mess with his narrative, convinced his creativity is enough to create a magical experience for everyone. Overall, Aran is an awful collaborator. Aran can just... be a lot to handle. He's lovable, definitely, but he tends to be over-the-top about everything. Simple isn't a normal appearance when it comes to Aran. He prefers to call this eccentricity, like the type a billionaire who invests in flamethrowers or Beanie Babies has. Still, it's often more annoying than anything. He comes to every D&D meeting with mood music ready, a powerpoint of aesthetic pictures, and even props if he has the time. At his apartment, he has a collection of those plastic babies that are a meme except he paints them all and creates specialized name tags for them. They're essentially his form of an old woman's tchotchkes. Perhaps some of this is a strength, but it intensifies his other faults. Even before the games began to infiltrate his life, Aran is a master in the art of deceptiveness. He's able to live two different personalities simultaneously, and, when he gets caught, it tends to piss people off. He's either this hyper-organized, over-bearing, lovable geek or he's dealing weed at the next frat party. This makes him a fantastic liar by default. Aran can easily slip from one personality to the other, and he often feels terrible about it. He isn't a compulsive liar, but he does what he can whilst suffering a massive identity crisis. As one of the more classically nerdy people of the group, Aran still holds onto a lot of his freshman year passions (despite not really being that guy anymore). He's a Trekkie, rages about GoT (especially that last season), reads the books before the movies/tv shows, and frequents various fan-theory Reddits. Another remnant of his younger and much more innocent self is his "go-get-'em attitude". He doesn't use it for acing exams anymore, but it's still a huge part of Aran's personality. Now, he uses it to keep his double life a secret from his family and friends. Flying by the seat of his pants, Aran manages to be in two places at once, it seems. Determination is a guiding light for Aran, and he uses it for good and bad (depending on your interpretation). Spending a large amount of high school friends-less (or with shitty ones), Aran wore the label of "nerd" as a badge of honor. Although he's definitely grown past limiting his identity to one thing, he's still seen as the smart one by his peers- despite failing half of his classes this semester. Witty, without the wool pulled over his eyes, and a problem-solver, Aran is still as intelligent as he was in high school. Knowing that there are people much smarter than him, Aran has a tendency to overcompensate by being the leader of any function. Although his glaring flaws have the capability to make a group project or outing miserable, he's still the best one for the job. Unwilling to let obstacles get in his way, Aran will ride into the storm first, leading the pack into war. In a more practical sense, he's the type of guy to order water for the whole table at a restaurant so nobody sits in awkward silence and glaring at the waiter. BIOGRAPHY ____________________________________________________________________________ Living in Chicago his entire life, Aran has had only a few different places he's called home. His mother and father moved the family only once during his adolescence. And they only moved down the block to a bigger home after his father got a promotion. The wildest his living situation ever got (outside of living on his own) was when they lived with his dementia-ridden grandmother, for three months during their second home's renovations. A true bohemian, his grandmother was Maude from [italics] Harold and Maude [/italics] to the core; her house was shrouded in plants (a trait he picked up), sage-flavored incense (to which Aran question why she didn't just burn sage) constantly burned, and she read people's fortunes for a little extra retirement funding (which she promptly spent at the casino). His parents would call this the worst three months of their lives, but Aran calls it the best and the most formative. Aran suffers from classic middle child syndrome, and as a result, he often craves being the leader. Otherwise, he feels a bit lost in his role in life. However, this go-getter attitude also makes him the glue in many friendships. Aran is astounding at planning events and bringing everyone closer. He is always ready to put on a show for his DnD group, which is why it is a shame he was never good enough for school plays and musicals. Always the lowest-level tech assistant, never even a supporting character . . . But that is all behind him now. He has turned expectations around by being a masterful DM. The silly voices, the elaborate puzzles, the tricky plot twists ━ it's all there. There are just a few small problems. Aran is from a very relaxed, happy suburban life. His parents, Moon and Kasem Ahmadov, work respectable, middle-class jobs. His siblings, Akara and Venus, have never gone off the deep end. His family doesn't even have a black sheep. Unless . . . he's the black sheep? As the only one to attend University of Chicago, Aran is the king of subverting his straight-laced parents' expectations. Akara, his older brother, is currently a first-year grad student at Harvard Law. Venus, whose name comes from the insistence of Aran's grandmother prior to her passing, is on the road to being a world-class pianist. As the only one predicted to have a sub-par career, Aran knows he's the odd thumb of the family. No one will acknowledge it, but he senses it's on everyone's minds, despite only communicating with his family via FaceTime and their group chat. As a teen, Aran always struggled to be seen. Even amongst his siblings, he felt ignored by them. Since there are a few years between him and Venus, they never really communicated about anything important. He was overly protective of her, as he is with all people, but she never understood his nerdy interests, only entertaining them when she had nothing else to do. Closer with his brother, Aran and Akara were troublemakers as children. They enjoyed playing harmless pranks on their schoolmates, parents, and especially their baby sister. However, as the two got older, they began to grow apart. Akara, despite having lackluster grades compared to Aran, was the star of the family, the prize. He was student body president all four years of high school, and he won several orator scholarships, leaving more than enough money to pay for Aran and Venus' college diplomas. Like Aran, Akara is also a problem-solver. The only problem is this has always outshone Aran and what he views as his most valuable asset: his ability to orchestrate everything. Even though he was valedictorian, his parents only gave him a pat on the back. Despite all this, he was close to his parents at one point. Before Venus was born, he was a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed kid, and his parents were always entertained by his antics, even when they got him in trouble. They used to stand by Aran and defend him against principles, critical relatives, and his own brother. "He's too sensitive... too nosey!" was a common complaint, but Kasem encouraged his youngest son to ignore them. "Most people just don't like that you know your ass from your mouth," he would tell Aran. His mother always encouraged him to be the person he is today, although perhaps a little less big-mouthed, saying, "Most people don't care... you do. Don't change that." All of this changed after the '08 crash and the family gained a member, only to lose a whole college fund's worth of money. Now, Aran is expected to find a money-making job to relieve all the stress of working extra hours (even with Akara paying largely his own way) so he could go to school. It was in high school that Aran faded into the background of his family, and he wasn't listened to anymore. All he got was criticism, the type his parents used to defend him against. As his only champion, his grandmother hosted Aran on days where he couldn't stand his parents fawning over Akara and Venus whilst no one talked about his working-a-job-and-getting-all-A's-feat. She picked up the torch his parents dropped, but she added her own twist. Encouraging him to abandon all hopes of impressing others into loving them, his grandma left an imprint on Aran forever. He'll often think of her when he lies to his parents over FaceTime, telling them he's happy and "staying out of trouble." His grandma always lived her life truthfully, even when it pissed off his mother or their extended family. As the only one who still embraces counter-culture, she is the spark that has led Aran to this double-life he lives, where he doesn't know if he's a geek still or if he's a party animal, pot-dealer-turned-filmmaker. Because of this, as one might imagine, losing his grandmother during freshman year hit Aran hard. However, it inspired him to live a fuller life. Knowing his grandmother would hate him mourning her or living a false life, he settled for an in-between. Following in his grandma's bare-foot, toe-ring studded footprints, Aran started his own cannabis business, or, as the layman would call it, he's a weed dealer. Growing it in the closet of his apartment, he's made the majority of his friends this past year through attending various ragers. In fact, he's only barely managed to scrape by the past semester because of trades of weed for free tutoring or straight-up cheating. He's made a decent amount of money from his business, and he's excited to use the money to backpack around Italy... Well, not anymore. Now, he’s got bigger fish to fry. OTHER AND HEADCANNONS ____________________________________________________________________________ Unknown | #adb80e Character is disposable. Pinterest Speaks English and Siamese Drinks Arizona Tea religiously Has glasses that make him look like Thai Harry Potter, but he doesn't wear them much, opting to reuse the same pair of contacts for weeks on end because he can't afford to go & pick up the ones he ordered last month Likes to mix vodka in with his mango slurpees. However, he reserves this for sad drinking, alone, surrounded by his plants Favorite game is Left For Dead… ironically