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I'm interested if there's space.

Rosefell High.

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++God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.++

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As they sat in their worn-out Camry in the worn-out car park of a tiny worn out church, Dylan was pretty certain they didn't believe in god. They were even more certain that their addiction counselor was a total quack. No medical training, no expert knowledge, hell, no professional training at all. Dylan was sure they could do a better job with just a couple of hours on Google. Still, this AA group was halfway between Rosefell and home and that made it the least objectionable. They had promised their parents that they would attend at least once a week, but they weren't going to go out of their way for it.

At least hearing other addicts made them feel better about themselves, as callous as that sounded. Tonight they'd heard from a guy who crashed his car into a telephone mast, and a woman who had punched the groom at her daughter's wedding. Dylan comforted themselves knowing that their rock bottom would never be that bad. Or perhaps that was wrong and these were grim predictions of their future after all. Either way, the smarmy counselor wasn't going to be much help.

They glanced at their phone and saw a flurry of messages. Aria's party was down by the lake tonight. Dylan chewed their lip as they weighed up just how terrible of an idea it would be to go. A party full of Rosefell students would be equally full of alcohol. And despite Dylan's apathy towards their treatment, even they could realise that would be a bad place for a recovering alcoholic. On the other hand they hadn't really seen Aria in forever. They'd spent this first week of senior year caught up in their own head, heading from class to class like some kind of blurry eyed automaton. With a sigh they flicked through their phone and typed out a text message.

-Study group. Home late. Xx-

They felt a pang of guilt about lying to their dad, but they knew he wouldn't approve. The guilt brought other emotions flooding right back to the surface. Their own personal rock bottom had come just over a month ago. A lump formed in their throat as they remembered their words.

I WISH THE FUCKING CANCER HAD KILLED YOU.

Dad said he'd forgiven them, but they knew he was still hurting. Dylan was hurting too. They pressed send and started the engine, causing the stereo to burst into life.

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++Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when you do that
Helps me get through this without you

Bother me, tell me awful things
You know I love it when you move that on me
Love it when you do that on me++

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It only took ten minutes to drive down to the lake. Dylan parked up the car and began to walk down towards the glow of the bonfire. As they approached they could feel the heat, the sting of smoke in their sinuses, and the sound of teenage voices chattering away - arguing, flirting, just complaining about life. If you forgot about the rest of the world for a moment, it could almost be the set of a coming-of-age movie. They paused and took in the whole scene. There were many people Dylan recognised, but very few they actually cared about. That thought brought them back to reality. Why were they even here?

They spotted Aria down by the drinks table. After a deep breath to steel themselves, they made it two steps before they saw who Aria was talking to. Dylan had no idea who the redhead was, but she was definitely attractive. And they knew what that look on Aria's face meant. They waved a hand in Aria's direction and mouthed a hello. Maybe she'd come find them later, they didn't want to get in the way. Selfishly, they hoped that they'd misread the situation or that something would go wrong. As fucked up as it was, they didn't want to have to share Aria's attention with anyone.

With a sigh they collected up a big pack of marshmallows from one of the tables and settled down cross-legged in front of the bonfire.

Rosefell High.

Dylan Clemens (cw: self-harm + transphobic violence)

< NAME >

Dylan Rose Clemens

< NICKNAMES >

Clem

< AGE >

17

< GENDER >

Non-binary (they/them)

< SEXUALITY >

Androsexual (masculine attracted)

< RELATIONSHIP STATUS >

Single

< LABEL >

Quiet Kid

< APPEARANCE DETAILS >

• Hair: Black | Cropped short and left messy
• Eyes: Blue-Gray
• Height: 5'8"
• Body Type: Boy-ish, slim but muscular
• Clothing Style: Dylan has a very limited wardrobe. The same worn-out military jacket, they wear every day, a tank top or oversized tee, and ripped jeans. Work boots to round out the look.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Some scarring on upper arms. Left helix ring piercing.

< PERSONALITY >

Dylan is sarcastic and introverted, their base instinct is to push people away to protect themselves. This manifests in increasing self-isolation, rudeness to those who try and break through to them, and sometimes obsessive behaviour. When they feel threatened, they lash out and can be viciously cruel. That said, Dylan can be quite sociable whilst holding their real feelings at a distance.

Beneath the apathetic front, Dylan has the capacity to be deeply caring. With people they feel comfortable with, they are open about their vulnerability. To this small group of people, Dylan can be overly protective and clingy and many of their relationships are unhealthily codependent. They're also quite intelligent and more than capable of doing well in class, despite the attitude of not caring that they project.

< BIOGRAPHY >

By most counts, Dylan had a happy early childhood. Their parents were always around, they always got on well with their brothers, and they never had issues at school. It would be impossible to pinpoint when they first felt dysphoric, but the feelings became overwhelming when they started middle school. It was a difficult couple of years but they were lucky to have supportive parents and good healthcare. They came out and began transitioning at 13, choosing the name Dylan for themselves.

Dylan had been used to getting shit at school - the usual whispers behind their back and cruel words to their face. It never really bothered them. Not until one night during sophomore year. They were walking home when they were attacked and badly beaten by a group of seniors from their school. Dylan's previous self-confidence was shattered. For the first time in several years they began self-harming again. They spent the rest of sophomore year being home schooled before transferring to Rosefell High as a junior.

Junior year went by slowly. Dylan drifted from day to day, hard work replaced by disinterest and apathy, self-confidence replaced with doubt. They began drinking, heavily, and at Rosefell alcohol was never hard to come by. It was the perfect place for someone with a newly found self-destructive streak. They made acquaintances but never really opened up to anyone. By summer break their parents had seen enough. Dylan spent their summer in rehab, and returns for senior year determined for things to get better.

< FAMILY >

Father | George Clemens | 48 | Retired
Mother | Laura Clemens | 50 | Law Professor
Brother | Peter Clemens | 27 | Engineer
Brother | Alex Clemens | 24 | Grad School

< MISC >

• Stans for Bernie Sanders
• Hates team sports with a burning passion
• Can't sit normally - always feet up, legs crossed, anything but sitting straight in a chair
• Loves Shakespeare but wouldn't be seen dead at drama club
• Has a sweet tooth, especially for red vines
• Has taken over their dad's vinyl collection
• Drives a beaten-up Toyota Camry

Bex Taylor-Klaus | #1d5478

- My favourite thing about Christmas is the food

Rosefell High.

Dylan Clemens (cw: self-harm + transphobic violence)

< NAME >

Dylan Rose Clemens

< NICKNAMES >

Clem

< AGE >

17

< GENDER >

Non-binary (they/them)

< SEXUALITY >

Androsexual (masculine attracted)

< RELATIONSHIP STATUS >

Single

< LABEL >

Quiet Kid

< APPEARANCE DETAILS >

• Hair: Black | Cropped short and left messy
• Eyes: Blue-Gray
• Height: 5'8"
• Body Type: Boy-ish, slim but muscular
• Clothing Style: Dylan has a very limited wardrobe. The same worn-out military jacket, they wear every day, a tank top or oversized tee, and ripped jeans. Work boots to round out the look.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Some scarring on upper arms. Left helix ring piercing.

< PERSONALITY >

Dylan is sarcastic and introverted, their base instinct is to push people away to protect themselves. This manifests in increasing self-isolation, rudeness to those who try and break through to them, and sometimes obsessive behaviour. When they feel threatened, they lash out and can be viciously cruel. That said, Dylan can be quite sociable whilst holding their real feelings at a distance.

Beneath the apathetic front, Dylan has the capacity to be deeply caring. With people they feel comfortable with, they are open about their vulnerability. To this small group of people, Dylan can be overly protective and clingy and many of their relationships are unhealthily codependent. They're also quite intelligent and more than capable of doing well in class, despite the attitude of not caring that they project.

< BIOGRAPHY >

By most counts, Dylan had a happy early childhood. Their parents were always around, they always got on well with their brothers, and they never had issues at school. It would be impossible to pinpoint when they first felt dysphoric, but the feelings became overwhelming when they started middle school. It was a difficult couple of years but they were lucky to have supportive parents and good healthcare. They came out and began transitioning at 13, choosing the name Dylan for themselves.

Dylan had been used to getting shit at school - the usual whispers behind their back and cruel words to their face. It never really bothered them. Not until one night during sophomore year. They were walking home when they were attacked and badly beaten by a group of seniors from their school. Dylan's previous self-confidence was shattered. For the first time in several years they began self-harming again. They spent the rest of sophomore year being home schooled before transferring to Rosefell High as a junior.

Junior year went by slowly. Dylan drifted from day to day, hard work replaced by disinterest and apathy, self-confidence replaced with doubt. They began drinking, heavily, and at Rosefell alcohol was never hard to come by. It was the perfect place for someone with a newly found self-destructive streak. They made acquaintances but never really opened up to anyone. By summer break their parents had seen enough. Dylan spent their summer in rehab, and returns for senior year determined for things to get better.

< FAMILY >

Father | George Clemens | 48 | Retired
Mother | Laura Clemens | 50 | Law Professor
Brother | Peter Clemens | 27 | Engineer
Brother | Alex Clemens | 24 | Grad School

< MISC >

• Stans for Bernie Sanders
• Hates team sports with a burning passion
• Can't sit normally - always feet up, legs crossed, anything but sitting straight in a chair
• Loves Shakespeare but wouldn't be seen dead at drama club
• Has a sweet tooth, especially for red vines
• Has taken over their dad's vinyl collection
• Drives a beaten-up Toyota Camry

Bex Taylor-Klaus | #1d5478

- My favourite thing about Christmas is the food

Rosefell High: Now Accepting Applications.

Great. I'll have a read of the IC and a look at the other characters and hopefully have a character sheet together in the next few days. :)

Rosefell High: Now Accepting Applications.

Still looking for more?

Meadow University

Any spots left in this? Happy to fill any role that's free.

hey

Hi all, new around here but not to roleplaying (a lot of tabletop and some play by post in the past). Not sure I know what kind of games I'm really looking for yet, but probably something in the casual rp range (I'm big on character development and relationships but not sure I have the time or writing ability for advanced just now).

Outside of roleplaying I'm a software engineer from the UK, in my early 20s, go by they/them. Hobbies-wise - video games (currently working my way through Disco Elysium), GMing a tabletop game of Apocalypse World, and an avid Welsh rugby fan.

dh