Grimoire Gaming

Snowed "Inn" - A Wintery SoL RP

I’m interested. ❄️☃️🏂

PZPRS: Hard Cover Edition

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PZPRS: Hard Cover Edition

I'm looking to get back into writing, and this has piqued my interest. I particularly like your description of the rooms and security rules, sounds sPoOoOoOoOkY... which is just my style! c:

Name Change

Could I have my name changed to: Grimoire Gaming

Thank you!

This isn't working out

The Secret.

It's a book made by crazies for crazies.

Rosefell High.

^{Caspian & Cael
@LovelyComplex & @GhostMami}

Cael’s cheeks prickled with heat when he felt Caspian’s whisper against his ear, thanking him for the cocktail. Good god, this man did not realize how sexy he was, did he? With fear of going as red as his solo cup, Cael hazarded a glance towards Cas and realized that the thanks might be about more than just the beverage. He got the feeling that he might also be acting as a distraction for something and, by the sounds of it, he was a welcomed distraction. “Anytime, kitten.” He murmured and took a sip from his own drink.

The pair continued to watch the altercation in collective silence, sipping and standing and slightly judging. He had no idea what was going through Caspian’s head, but Cael was personally doing his best to store this all in the memory bank for future gossiping purposes. Surely, Rae would want to hear about the night’s testosterone-laden misadventures… and would likely have theories about lycanthropy or the like being the true source of the aggression.

From the looks of things, this was all about a clash of the queens — a ridiculous fight about who would stand on which rung of Rosefell’s social ladder. Hilarious, really. The most interesting part of it to Cael was the cute twinky asian boyfriend that Dee looked like he was about to snap in half before some killjoy prep-jock stepped in and calmed it down. Damn, that hatefuck fanfiction was practically writing itself, what a shame it was cut short before the climax.

Just when things were starting to seem like they might get boring, a short little spitfire of a girl declared a drink-off to get the school competition out in a more party-oriented way. Cael mentally noted that she seemed like a fun potential friend to make, as he appreciated her attempt to un-harsh the vibes. “Shit… this doesn’t mean we have to play for different teams, does it?” Cael asked, playfully letting the double meaning hang on his smirk.

Caspian timidly responded with a smile, as he brought his cup to his lips. Poor Cael had no idea how much of a killjoy his new friend was. Cas did not know how to let loose and have fun. Many times over, he wasn’t willing to try out of fear of ruining his image. Even now, as they stand in front of the drinking table, silently judging the many party goers in attendance, he was thinking of an escape plan so he could return to the comfort of his cold, barren, and lonely manor. Having a companion beside him made his time bearable but it still didn’t change his current state of anxiety and internal panic.

The room itself was crowded and hot. He did not have enough booze in him to handle the chaos and watching all the bodies against bodies just made him uncomfortable. Thankfully, his partner of the night respected the silence and filled it when he saw necessary. Seeing Marcos’ sister intervene not only concerned the pale teen but made him think of what his own sister would do in a situation like this. He wondered if she would even care enough to intervene or would she be too busy getting drunk with Billie by the pool, playfully slapping the water with her feet. If Callie were here, she would have a ball… and yet, she wasn’t here.

After downing the rest of his drink, feeling overheated, Cas turned toward the table, placing his empty cup on it. With charming struggle, he unbuttoned the collar of his button up as well as the button below it. When his collar was no longer tightly wrapping around his neck, his hand trailed to his pant’s pocket, feeling his cigarette box and lighter. He needed a smoke but that would mean he would have to push through the crowd to get to the nearest exit. Keeping himself mentally preoccupied he took off his expensive dress coat, making a note that his style was definitely ‘overdressed’ for parties like this. Every movement, while it seemed like he was in his own world, still showed he was aware of the space he was in. Moving to the side when someone needed to get to the drink table, glancing around him, looking over his shoulder, adjusting his position when people moved their hands around him... Whether it was his anxiety or paranoia, Caspian Grey wanted to stay one step ahead of the crowd.

Right when he turned to Cael to ask if they should go somewhere more private, he heard a shift in the crowd, some murmuring when the host came in with a hose, and while subtle, and buried under the music and chatter, he could hear the voltage of water build up. As if he could feel what was coming next, his quick reflexes from fencing, among other things, caused him to throw his coat on Cael’s beautifully vibrant green dyed hair. He hoped he was quick enough to provide Cael with some protection because if not, then, how unfortunate to see such hard work go to waste. With Cael hidden by Cas’ coat, Caspian found himself completely soaked, from head to toe, once more.

Well, his sister would love something like this. Having been cooled down, Cas leaned up against the table, took his wet box of cigarettes out, pulled one out, and lit it, watching everyone else in amusement. Might as well salvage his smokes before they got too soggy. This was a first for him, having enough courage to smoke in front of others. By the looks of it, it was far too tumultuous for him to really give a shit. As long as his parents didn’t find out, that’s all that mattered to him. At a party, you either got away with murder or it all caught up with you. One way or another, as mistakes usually do. Since smoking wasn’t an odd thing for people in his year, he knew he was safe. Plus, what would his sister think if he didn’t take any chances? His dark gaze glanced over to the boy next to him — his spirit calming because of the nicotine burning in his throat. An ever growing curiosity, twisted with butterflies, spun in his stomach, as he waited to see Cael’s face once more. For his hair.

Cael had been too busy being stunned by the unbuttoning of Caspian’s shirt to notice any of the oncoming commotion. Not just one button, but two… and his previously pale cheeks were flustered red all of the sudden. This was purposeful... right? An invitation to stare? Cael’s gaydar was sending mixed signals but his hormones were full force with desire.

And then, suddenly, it was dark. He heard squeals and Christian’s voice and… water falling? But that was all in the background as the fae-like boy found himself surrounded in darkness. Delicious darkness. No, really, it smelled sooo good, like snuggling up with a warm cup of tea, citrusy and herbal… but with sweet undertones, like opening a fresh bottle of rum. Was this… was this what Caspian smelled like? Gods, he smelled expensive. Realizing that he was probably hiding in his classmate's coat for a suspiciously long time, Cael carefully peeked out of the collar, but kept it closely wrapped around his shoulders.

“Oh!” Cael responded in shock, taking in the sight of a dripping wet Caspian taking a drag from a cigarette. Jesus, how drunk was he? Did he pass out and this was just a literal wet dream? His breath hitched and his words got caught on his tongue. “You’re… wet.” Smooooth one, Crawford. Cael mentally kicked himself for being so distracted by the way the boy’s shirt was clinging to his… “We should… I should...” Breathe, start over. “Let’s go get you dried off, yeah?”

He slipped his arms into Caspian’s jacket sleeves and offered to show him the way to the nearest full bathroom. Because, you know, there was more than one full bathroom in rich people’s houses, apparently. “Thanks, by the way, for the shield.” Cael chimed in, realizing that he never said thank you. With Cas’ almost superhuman reaction time, Cael had barely gotten damp from the spray. With any luck, his hair dye wasn’t embarrassingly running neon streaks down his face, although the tips of hair resting on his forehead did seem to be a little wet.

“Anytime.” Caspian answered and took one last long drag before using the inside of his old cup as an ashtray. Instead of gesturing with his hand for Cael to lead the way, he took charge, clearly aiming to go to a further destination. Secluded, private, and away from the party. He preferred not being too close to the drunken crowd, so a little trek through the mansion didn’t hurt anyone. There was no doubt in the wealthy boy’s mind that his classmate, Christian, had a bathroom upstairs. Why wouldn’t he? He was rich. And if Caspian had things his way, they would not be interrupted. Searching through the crowd, he saw the best path to maneuver through and strode off, making sure to look back and ask the stunned boy, “You coming?”

“Mhm.” Cael nodded as he bit back the urge to say something risqué like… hopefully soon. Caspian seemed eager to usher them off to a secluded location. So, the show of unbuttoning was on purpose. Butterflies stirred up in his stomach, partially from the inebriation, partially because… well, it had been a hot minute since he’d hooked up with anyone. After trying a couple of doors, Cael finally found one that was a bathroom and held it open for his soon-to-be-lover.

“Uhm…” Was asking him to take off his shirt too forward? Yeah… probably. Start slower. Cael turned to the linen closet and opened a couple of the cabinets until he found a pile of neatly folded fluffy towels. “Damn… these are nice.” He said without thinking, and then blushed out of embarrassment. Way to be the poor kid… impressed by luxury towels. Shaking it off, he spun around to offer to dry Caspian’s hair.

“Oh, fuck.”

While Cael was finding towels for him, Caspian took a moment to unbutton his shirt completely and hang it over the sink. He didn’t think too much into it because all he wanted was the wet shirt off of him. They were both guys so it wasn’t like Cael hadn’t seen a shirtless man before. Stepping forward when Cael turned around, he gingerly pulled a towel out of the boy’s hand, having missed his mutter. With a towel now in hand, and the distance between them broken, the “Vampire King” focused on the task at hand: drying his hair. Plopping the towel on his head, he acknowledged in relief, “Glad your hair is fine.”

“And I’m glad yours wasn’t.” He replied confidently, boosted up by the fact that Caspian had already started undressing. He stepped forward to close the space between them further and reached up to the towel. “Here, let me help.” he said, standing on his tippy toes to dry out his dark curls.

Well, this was nice of his new friend. Caspian peered through the openings of the moving towel on his head. They were nearly the same height, which was a first for him since most guys were increasingly taller. His gaze went from Cael’s face to his tip toe feet. This position probably wasn’t comfortable for him. “Do you want me to sit?” Cas probed, peaking through the towel.

Was he offering to give him a — No, that was just the perverted drunk thoughts taking over. Unless…

Cael lifted the towel so that he could fully see Caspian’s face and met his gaze. He didn’t look away, which was a good sign, but, there was such a mystery in those eyes. Who was Caspian Grey, really? Eager to find out, Cael leaned forward, his left fingertips reaching up to graze the bare chest in front of him. Parting his lips slightly, he breathed in more of that intoxicating scent, just centimeters away from Caspian’s own lips before— the bathroom door SLAMMED open to interrupt them.

((Note: The person that is interrupting them is Billie Grey; so that is reserved for her solo post.))

Rosefell High.

Nik had successfully convinced their sister to go to the party at Christian’s place without them. Despite the negative emotions surrounding Wade’s rejection of them… and the heated moment with Caspian about what he claimed he couldn’t remember saying… Niki had gotten good at hiding their emotions. Therapy might not be teaching them to be happy, exactly, but it was teaching them to put on a happy face. Because of that, Alina believed Niki when they said that their reason for not going to the party themself was because of stomach issues.

It wasn’t that they were avoiding seeing Wade or anything...

... or Hunter, rather.

So why was it that Niki found themself lying on their bed staring at the ceiling wishing they were? Seeing him, that is. Nik rolled over onto their side and scrolled through the instagram DM’s with Wade that only a week ago they had cherished — finger hovering over the send button on a message that they had typed and re-written what seemed like a thousand times. And tonight, just like every other time, Nik erased it into oblivion without sending and tossed the phone aside.

Their lips blew a raspberry as Niki sighed and once again contemplated the intricacies of their bedroom ceiling. Rejection stung deep. Nik was so sick of rejection… bullies, themself, the world, and now WaHunter too. There was a tiny rational part of Niki’s mind that was screaming to not take this so personally, that maybe, just maybe, Hunter’s reaction had nothing to do with Niki… but with himself. But that rational voice was buried under years of trauma and self hatred, and once again, Niki felt like they were drowning in it.

The familiar sting of tears welling up caused Nik to snap their eyes shut. “NO!” they yelled to themself and rubbed at their eyes. “No, we are not fucking crying alone in my pillows again.” Niki pushed themself out of the bed forcefully and strutted over to the window. Sliding it open, they lit up a cigarette and took a long drag.

Flicking the ashes into their secret “stashtray” Nik weighed their options. Perhaps, the problem was that Wade was used to the Niki he saw on Instagram. Feminine… confident… open. Niki was the opposite of that at school, where they tried so hard to be a wallflower. Maybe… if Niki could bring that to the version of themself to life… then maybe that would fix the empty pit that they felt in their stomach. The pit that used to be filled with romantic butterflies.

“Okay… Yeah… We’re doing this.” Nik punctuated the declaration by stabbing out the cigarette butt and hiding their smoke stash away once again. Alina had left about a half hour ago, and the party was probably already well underway. Nik had no idea how long parties like this lasted, but surely if they got ready in like… thirty minutes, they could make it in time to be fashionably late? Hopefully fashionable, at least.

“Okay. Hot girl shit. Hot girl shit.” Nik clapped their hands together and scanned their closet for options. What was sexy but not too sexy? Revealing enough to tempt Wade, but not enough that it showed their scars. And then there was the added layer that this party was glow themed. Black should work for that, just cover it in glow paint for contrast, right?

After a few moments of contemplation, Niki selected a black bralette, and black cutoff shorts with a thin leather belt. Paired together, the outfit showed off Niki’s slim midsection, which wasn’t necessarily healthily obtained, but it was what it was. A nude jacket to cover their arms and black thigh-high boots to vamp up the sexiness polished off the outfit. There wasn’t enough time to properly do their hair, so Niki did their best to channel Ariana Grande vibes with a sleek high pony. As for makeup, Niki kept it simple but sultry — a highlighted natural base with freshly-bitten glossy lip color and smoked out winged eyeliner.

A pair of hoop earrings and a purse borrowed from Alina’s closet finished the look. Niki didn’t own any purses yet, because they never actually left the house dressed up like this. This would be the first time since that day they had worn makeup and a dress to middle school and… well, that had went horribly. Trying their best to ignore their churning stomach as they ordered an Uber, Niki instead focused on the positive that might come of taking this risk. That they might reach the Wade within Hunter… if he was even at the party, that is.

The car ride to Christian’s place was excruciating. Niki’s anxiety was in full force and they contemplated the possibility of survival if they were to just open up the door and bail out on the highway. Nik was counting on weekend night traffic to give them time to prepare, but the Uber arrived at the destination sooner than expected. Shit. Niki thought as they stared up at the foreboding McMansion until the driver politely informed them that this was the address. A.k.a., get the fuck out of the car, weirdo.

“Oh, sorry, thanks. Five stars.” Nik laughed awkwardly and gestured with the phone before hopping out. Their heeled boots ominously clicked against the sidewalk as Niki approached the front door. Loud music was audible even from this distance, and it seemed that the party was just as much out in the backyard as it was inside the house. With a deep breath, Niki opened the front door and froze in the door frame like a deer caught in headlights.

Oh, fuck, what am I doing here?!

Rosefell High.

_{Location: Christian’s House Party}

Cael was fully enjoying the perks of having had a THREE THOUSAND DOLLAR budget to help decorate for Christian’s party. He could hardly believe that a kid he had only just met trusted him and Rae with that kind of cash. Was it a wise decision? Holy fuck, no. Did Cael make the most of Christian’s lack of good judgement? Hell yes, he did. That’s why he was currently jumping in a giant bounce house with a bunch of his friends and new classmates.

Once one of the bigger guys left, the bouncing lost a little bit of its fun. Cael was a small guy, so he needed the counterbalance of extra weight pushing him up if he really wanted to hit the ceiling of it. Man, Rae would have loved this. What shitty timing to get a stomach bug! Before the sadness of missing his best friend’s presence could settle in like a dark cloud above him, Cael hopped out of the bouncy hut in search of booze.

Along the way, he passed the grill and grabbed a hot dog. Bouncing sure did burn calories. Plus, he loved a good weenie, and the grilling game was on point tonight. Christian was hanging out by the grill and Cael gave him an appreciative head nod. “Great party man, we gotta do this again.” Cael gave the shaggy-haired cutie a thumbs up before flitting off to his true destination.

It didn’t take long to find the trough of jungle juice with the bright red color and sticky sweet smell of it in the air. Perfect! Cael loved his drinks just like himself - fun, fruity, and full of surprises. He couldn’t tell what all was in the concoction, but it tasted great and was sure to keep his buzz going. Sipping at the solo cup of drank, he perused the table of glowing party favors and selected a light up necklace and bracelet to wear, and one of those under the tongue glow sticks.

Donning his new party gear, he made his way to the dance floor. There were some live performances, which was neat, but Cael much preferred vibing to the house music. This DJ was really great. A few songs deep and Cael was sweating glow paint and breathless, his drained drink having put a warm alcohol-laden grin on his face. Pausing between songs, he caught sight of a familiar handsome face. Oh yesss, the party was about to get started now!

Confidently breaking away from the dance floor, the fae-like boy made his way to an awkward and moody-looking Caspian standing off to the side. “Hey kitten, how goes it? You look bored.” Cael smirked and met his dark gaze, his own eyes shining with slight inebriation. “I can fix that with a drink… maybe something more exciting than a black coffee with espresso, hmm?” He looked down at his party outfit and shrugged, “No apron today, but I promise it’ll be just as good. Better, even. Come, come, pick your poison.” He beckoned.

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The sisters from Chicago (different dads, different last names):

Eden Alyse Bell {TW: Vague mentions of child abuse and assault}

_{(FC: yepitsstilltori // Tori Dobransky, CC: 615b95)}
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| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Just ‘Eden’
• Her mother and sister call her Apple

| | A G E | |

16, 10/09

| | G E N D E R | |

Female

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Bicurious Heteroromantic

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

Twitch Thot Streamer. It’s not like a job job, but she gets money from it. Turns out people love tuning in and sending money and gifts to cute emo girls who do everyday things on camera, like putting on makeup, cosplay, trying on outfits of the day and, of course, ASMR. Fast food ASMR mukbangs are a particular hit with her followers, for whatever reason. Once she’s eighteen, Eden is bound to end up in camgirl territory (maybe even before then, yikes).

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Sophomore

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| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Eden’s most notable feature is her rainbow of hair colors and make-up. No emo scene queen would be complete without the everchanging bright colors juxtaposed with black. Eden’s scenester style is evident even when she’s wearing her school uniform, which she rolls the skirt up shorter than it should be. Messy teased pigtails and dark eyeliner are common staples, as well as covering her backpack and jacket in whatever pins and patches are the latest ‘cute-but-spooky’ trends available at Hot Topic. On casual Fridays and the weekends her everyday style looks a lot like this.

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

Eden is one of two new students transferring to Marble Heights Academy from Chicago at the start of this school year. As such, she does not have any reputation at the school yet. A quick glance at her social media gives a good glimpse into what she is like, as she does put her entire lifestyle on the internet as an “influencer” with a moderately sized following. Eden is a stylish girl, though her fashion tastes fall into the alternative realm. She has a charismatic bubbly personality on camera that wholly divides people into two factions: those that find her adorable, and those who find her annoying as fuck. What you see on camera is more or less what you get in real life.

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| | H I S T O R Y | |

MY FIRST STREAM!
^{Originally Streamed: Jun 22, 2018}
There is the muffled crinkling sound of a hand adjusting the camera and microphone. The lense focuses on a teal-haired teenage girl with heavy, dark makeup. “...Welcome to the Garden of Eden.” She says after a few moments of silence, checking the viewfinder and ensuring that the stream is live. “As promised, I finally made a Twitch account! If you’re coming over from my Instagram, thanks bunches! If you just randomly clicked on this link from the new streamers section, welcome! My name is Eden. I’m starting high school in the fall, and I love all things alternative. I started out as an instagram model, but lots of you guys loved my Insta videos, so here I am! Live and in the flesh… sort of? Things that you guys can hope to see on this channel are makeup tutorials, beauty routines, cosplays, outfits of the day, and… uhm… just you and I chatting together? I want to make this stream be whatever you guys want it to be. I should probably call you something other than “you guys”, huh? Streamers have gimmicks… hmm, I’ll try to think of a good one. Leave comments with your suggestions, maybe we can take a vote!” ...

TBT: DRAW MY LIFE
^{Originally Streamed: Oct 10, 2018}
“Hey Sinners! It’s thursday, and you know what that means — throwback time! My Sinners are always soooo curious about my life, so I thought we’d use this throwback thursday to try out an old YouTube trend. We’re going to...” Eden leans out of frame slightly, and returns with a white board and a rainbow array of dry erase markers. “Draw my life!” She announced excitedly, before adjusting the camera angle to do an over-the-shoulder view of her drawings. As she describes each step of the following story, she draws a small stick figure-like doodle to reflect the scene. “I’m totally shit at drawing, so I don’t even want to hear it in the chat, okay!” Eden looked over her shoulder to stick her tongue out at the camera. “We’ll start out the story in Illinois, where I was born. More specifically, Chicago. Just like everyone’s story starts, mine starts inside my mom’s belly. Take note of her short skirt… wait… her legs should be open more… that will make sense in a minute. The baby in her arms is my sister, Jezebel. The guy on my mom’s left, is my father. But…” Eden crossed a big ‘X’ through the drawing of him. “He didn’t stick around for too long. He was gone before I could even reach my third birthday. And Mom… Mom moved on quick. Remember the legs thing? Yeah, it’s still a thing. Mom cycled through guy, after guy, after guy.” She drew a whole crowd's worth of stick people around the drawing of her mother, and it wasn’t long before the drawing turned to scribbles. “You get the picture, mom’s a big slut. But, we love her, she took good care of Jez and I. You see, me and my sister? We were best friends from the start. Mom didn’t even have to tell us to hold hands when we crossed the street, we did it automatically! I’ve always been sugar, and Jezzie’s all spice, and together, we make a pretty damned good pie! But that spice I’m talking about, Jezzie’s full of it. She’s the older sister, she was the first to act out. But she’s my captain, o’ captain, so of course I got in all of the same trouble, too. What was hers, was mine, for better or for worse. She’d dress me up in clothes that she got using mom’s credit card, and then I’d model for her photo shoots. That’s how I came to meet you guys, my Sinners. If it wasn’t for my sister, my Instagram would have never taken off…”

SEEING THE BLACK THORNS LIVE!!!
^{Originally Streamed: Feb 17, 2019}
“SINNERS! HOLY FUCK! It’s Eden here, reporting to you live from The Vic -motha-fuckin’- Theatre, where I am finally going to meet the man of my dreamsss! Sorry Noah, I’m totally coming to steal your boo. Do you think we’ll get to go backstage and meet JD, sis?” Eden turned to her sister, who responded that she was far more interested in meeting Mara...

WE’RE MOVING?!
^{Originally Streamed: July 14, 2019}
“Whaddup, Sinners?” Eden asked the camera. Her orange hair was up in a messy bun, and she was surrounded by boxes and trashbags overflowing with clothing. “So… big news! Jezebel fucked up big time and got in trouble with the law. Major keks. Shhhh, don’t tell anyone!” She winked at her viewers with a finger to her lips. “And mom decided that was embarassinggg, so, we’re moving? To San Francisco! I guess she thinks that’s punishment? In what fucking world, though?! Jezzie and I are excited as fuck! See you in Cali, bitchesss. I gotta go stuff more of my life into garbage bags, because I’m emo trashhh. Don’t worry, I’ll let you guys watch.” ...

MY JOURNEY INTO BECOMING A CALI GIRL
^{Originally Streamed: Aug 24, 2019}
“Happy Saturday, Sinners! Let me tell you about my first week in San Francisco. The shopping opportunities are out of this world, the food is hella — they say that here — hella overpriced, but tasty, and the girls at my school are fucking, straight up cunts, apparently. Good to know that I probably won’t have any friends. At least I have my Sinners! You should see the drama on the website related to the school paper, it’s like a sleazy celebrity tabloid or some shit. So-and-so’s a vapid slut, who cheated on who, lies, betrayal, TEENAGE ANGST!” A purple-haired Eden’s hand flew up to her forehead dramatically, feigning being woozy. She then cracked up laughing. “It’s not all that bad, to be honest, it’s kind of hilarious, as an outsider. I’ve never seen people with faker problems in my life. Anyway, it’s Saturday, and I have a ton of unpacking left to do. But that sounds LAME, so you Sinners are just going to have to get ready with me instead. Sis and I are going to go out and explore the city, maybe sneak into a club, who knows what could happen?” Eden winked at the camera…

| | B E Y O N D M Y R E P U T A T I O N | |

There is more than meets the eye when it comes to Eden Bell. No person is that bubbly and cheerful all of the time. Even when the camera is off, Eden does her best to keep up the facade that everything is okay. Life’s just peachy! But… it hasn’t been for her. The internet persona and mask that she has crafted for herself has become her sanctuary and an escape from haunted thoughts. The truth is that repeated childhood sexual trauma and physical abuse has led Eden down the path of needing constant validation from strangers, which she gets by posting borderline (and sometimes straight up) illegal content online for her viewers to ogle. It’s not healthy, and she needs help, not that she would ever admit that. Luckily for her, her older sister has taken on the role of guardian. Anyone that might try to harm Eden, has to make it through Jezebel first, even in the comments sections.

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| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Streaming
• Watching scary stuff on Netflix with Jezebel
• She’s joining the school band and plays the flute.

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| B E S T |
English & Music

| W O R S T |
Science & History

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Font: Demons And Darlings Font (fontmeme)

Jezebel Alexandra Valentine {TW: Drug use, addiction, self-harm, and vague mentions of child abuse and assault}

_{(FC: Billie Eilish, CC: BEBCD4)}
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| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Jez
• Jezzie/Jezzy

| | A G E | |

17, 9/3

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Female

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Polyamorous Pansexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Never tied down, never committed

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She worked at a gas station back in Chicago and plans to find some similar job in San Francisco to fund her… extracurricular activities. It’s drugs. She needs drug money.

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Senior

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| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Jezebel prefers her clothing comfortable, loose, and on the baggy side. It’s easy to hide who she really is in ill-fitting clothing. If people can’t see her gaunt frame and marked up skin, they can’t ask prying questions. It’s none of their business anyway. Jezzie purposely ordered her uniform a few sizes too big for that very reason. This is not to say that Jezebel is anti-fashion, it’s actually quite the opposite. She looks very put together in an “I just rolled out of bed in my designer sweatsuit” kind of way. Jez dresses up her uniform with fishnet stockings and chunky combat boots and platform shoes. She likes feeling tall and imposing, and the dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and drug use only add to her frightening demeanor. On casual Fridays and weekends, Jezebel dresses in a vaguely gothic aesthetic, favoring muted colors and lots of black. Jezzie also has a fondness for designer labels, if she can get her hands on them — legally or not.

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

Jezebel is one of two students transferring to Marble Heights Academy from Chicago at the start of this school year. As such, she does not have a reputation at the school. One look at her tells you enough, though. She looks kind of scary, a little spaced out, and grumpy. It definitely looks like if you asked her what was wrong, she might punch you in the face for it. It’s probably… best not to get in her way. Her younger sister, Eden, who is MUCH more friendly, is almost always by her side.

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Seriously, major trigger warning, fam.

“Sometimes bad things happen to good people. That’s how the saying goes, right? How disgustingly righteous. Sometimes bad things happen to completely mediocre people. That’s just life. It’s brutal, it’s unforgiving, but it goes on. It always goes on, and it doesn’t necessarily get any better. But I’m not here to tell a sob story in order to gain your sympathy. I don’t care about you, or what you think about my story, but it’s my story to tell, so I will. The world needs to know that darkness exists. Fucking evil shit exists. I’ve seen it. I don’t talk about it much, but you can read between the lines in my music… if I ever put it out there, that is. Anyway, Eden and I pretend like our mom is a good mother. But she fucking wasn’t. She isn’t. She was too busy whoring around to consider that she should probably vet her boyfriends and flings before inviting them into our home. More than once, after they had had their fun with her, and she was fast asleep, they’d come looking for us to sate their darker desires. Like I said, evil shit exists. I guess I should have said evil pieces of shit exist. I don’t know how old I was the first time it happened, but I remember every single time it did. It’s burned behind my eyelids when I close them at night. It’s seared into my skin. I did my best to protect Eden from it all, but I was just a little girl too. I couldn’t stop them, and that’s the part that kills me. I try to make it up to her. We don’t… talk about it. The bad things that happened to us. It’s like an unspoken bond that we share that ties our souls together in the most fucked up way possible. As soon as I was old enough to fight back, it stopped. But even though it stopped, we’re still both pretty fucked up by it. Eden has the internet and her followers to keep her mind distracted. And me? Well, I have things to keep myself busy. I guess the first deviant thing I started doing was drinking at parties in eighth grade. Alcohol was fun for a little bit, but the hangovers sucked, so it wasn’t long before I tried pot. Pot was a good temporary escape, but it got boring. Party drugs were next, and then came the stealing of mom’s credit cards. What? It’s the least mom could do, unknowingly buy Eden and I some nice clothes and stuff as payment for what her indiscretion put us through. But… the credit cards got boring, and so did the drugs. I wanted more. Coke was more… but that’s starting to get boring too. And shoplifting, now that’s a real high. Until… you get caught. Especially when your mom is a lawyer and you get caught. And what does she think is a proper punishment for my terrible crimes? Fucking boarding school. This dumb bitch, I swear to god. Mother of the fucking century, right here. So yeah… I guess I live in California now. I got a stash of smack and a bad attitude, so let’s fucking go, San Francisco. It’s just me and Eden versus the world, and if you fucking try to touch her, I will turn you inside out. Don’t test me.”

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The dark circles under her eyes and frightening demeanor aren’t just an aesthetic choice. Jezebel is a deeply troubled individual. She used to hide it well, but the act is slipping along with her grasp on sobriety. The truth is, she has a juvenile criminal record at this point and a drug addiction that is quickly spiraling beyond her control. Repeated childhood sexual trauma and physical abuse led Jezzie down the path of deviance, violence, self-harm, crime, and drug abuse to escape the memories and pain that she harbors. Her drug of choice is coke, but it’s starting to lose it’s edge and she’s started to dabble in heroin — which is a very slippery slope. It’s only a matter of time before Jezebel goes from looking like a ghoul, to becoming one. But… maybe her mother is right. Maybe boarding school can fix her...

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| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Editing videos and content for her younger sister
• Photography and videography, also usually involving her sister’s content
• Writing emo rap lyrics and dabbling in producing with free sample beats (Think similar vibes to Lil Peep, Bexey, Ghostmane, nothing,nowhere, $uicideboy$ and Lil Tracy)

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| B E S T |
Creative Arts & English

| W O R S T |
Pretty much everything else, but she maintains solid C’s

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Font: Against Myself (fontmeme)

Paramount

Dahlia Gianna Rothstein

_{(FC: Seychelle Gabriel, CC: 4E7764)}
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| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Gia — An abbreviation of her middle name, and also what her grandmother is known as. She loves this nickname, often giving it out to teachers and classmates to use.
• Brujita — This is what her dad jokingly called her when he first discovered her occult hobbies. The name has stuck ever since.
• Doll — For obvious reasons, it sounds like the first half of her name for those too lazy to pronounce three syllables in full. Dahlia doesn’t mind, dolls are cool.

| | A G E | |

17, 5/28

| | G E N D E R | |

Female

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Pansexual — “Who you are is far more attractive than what you have.”

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Confused about love, unsure if it’s real, or if it’s something she could ever have.

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

It isn’t really a job, it’s more like a hobby that she has turned into a small business, but Dahlia runs an online shop by the name of Black Dahlia Creations. This shop sells blessed crystal jewelry, charms, oddities, and other occult objects that Dahlia either creates or collects to craft into something new. The jewelry and items that she crafts are meant to bring people peace, health, and good fortune. Positive, light magics. Always.

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Junior

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| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Dahlia wears her school uniform perfectly as it is meant to be worn, but sometimes gets lazy about ironing it, and accessorizes it with her hand made crystal jewelry. On casual fridays and weekends, Gia wears a very distinct bohemian style like this and this.

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

Gia doesn’t have much of a reputation at the school outside of being a newsie. She keeps her head down and her nose is usually buried in a book, but she’s very friendly if you open up a conversation with her. Dahlia is also a bit of an oddball, and what some school kids might label a misfit. She reads tarot cards, tells fortunes, casts rituals, follows astrology, and studies spells. Like, actual spells. She’s a witch — a Wiccan, if you ask her — which freaks some people out. That said, she doesn’t have a lot of friends, but those that she does have, they have her loyalty, love, and light for life.

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| | H I S T O R Y | |

In what world does the daughter of the CFO of Helmsley Enterprises, one of the richest companies in the nation, wind up being a misfit teenage witch? In the Rothstein’s world, that’s what world. Dahlia’s family has been a mess from the start, that start being when twenty-three year old rookie criminal, Judah Rothstein, ran straight out of a gang fight and into the arms of a high school dancer, Mia Daniels. Yes, it’s entirely as bad as it sounds, and it never really improved from there. Judah’s young adult bout of cradle robbing was not the first, worst, nor last of his criminal activities. It wasn’t all bad though, as he formed close relationships along the way — most notably, a mentor-like friendship that turned into a career partnership with Ryan Helmsley, the previous CEO of Helmsley Enterprises. And, of course, this lifestyle led him to meet the love of his life, Mia, his dancing queen.

Dahlia might roll her eyes at that phrase. It’s hard to buy that Mia is the love of Judah’s life from the way that they treat each other. Doll’s father is grossly unfaithful, and her mother is a bit temperamental, and that combination of traits has bred years upon years of tension and fighting in the Rothstein home. Through all of this turbulence, the pair stayed together, whether it be for their daughter, the money, or because they actually do love each other. That said, their fighting still certainly had an impact on Dahlia.

Doll was 10 years old when she rented a book out from the public library that would come to change the world as she knew it. It was an introductory book on Wicca, aimed at a younger audience. As a member of that target audience, it was enough to spark an interest in young Dahlia. Magic promised to help her take some control of her own life, control that she so desperately wanted and needed. An it harm none, do what ye will. So far, Dahlia hasn’t harmed anyone, and she is definitely doing as she wills. Practicing the craft has given her freedom, and a much-needed escape from her messy reality.

One introductory book turned into two, then three, then dozens. Margot Adler, Raymond Buckland, Phyllis Curott, Janet & Stewart Farrar, Dorothy Morrison… Dahlia can’t get enough of reading up on all of the modern neo-pagan works. Gia’s natural curiosity and love of history have helped her to develop and grow as a practicing witch. Folklore, mythology, strange historical events, spiritualism, culture, astrology, tarot — there is so much out there to be studied and explored! The teen actually runs a Tumblr blog on witchcraft to keep track of her studies, and to interact with other like-minded individuals for collaboration and discussion. Dahlia’s hobbies might be weird, but they are hers, and nobody can take them from her. She embraces who she is, even if her classmates do not (with some exceptions, like the Ghost Boy, Dean Piccoli). Dahlia isn’t your typical rich bitch, and she never wants to be. In fact, she prefers when people don’t know the significance of her last name.

| | B E Y O N D M Y R E P U T A T I O N | |

You wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at her thrift store-purchased bohemian clothing, or her low tier social status, but Dahlia is among the wealthiest students at Marble Heights. She doesn’t flaunt it, and she certainly doesn’t make a habit of spending her parents’ money — most of what she spends, she has earned herself (with a little start up cash for her home business from mommy and daddy, of course).

Another unknown fact about Dahlia is that she is afraid of falling in love. It sounds dramatic, and Dahlia would never admit it out loud, but she is afraid of love. Romance is intriguing, sure, and she loves to guide other people towards finding it in her tarot readings, but for herself? No, it’s terrifying. Love leads to heartbreak, or worse yet, she could end up in a situation like her parents. Dahlia can’t tell if they actually have a loveless marriage, but it certainly doesn’t seem like a happy one all the time. Because of this fear, Gia keeps her crushes hidden under layers of denial.

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| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Newspaper Club — Author of the horoscopes section.
• Belly Dancing — She takes classes on the weekends.
• Volleyball — Both on the beach in the summer, as well as being on the MH Volleyball team during the school season.

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Dahlia is bilingual, speaking both spanish and english, and is mixed race — ¼ Puerto Rican, ¼ Mexican, ¼ German, ¼ Italian.

Font: Witched (fontmeme)