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Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Black Sheep - Metric
Summertime Magic - Childish Gambino
Lowlife - Poppy
Buddy Holly - Weezer
Starry Starry Night - Lianne La Havas
Breezeblocks - alt-J
Winds Of Change - Fleetwood Mac
Freaking Out The Neighborhood - Mac DeMarco
Cool With You - Her's
Tainted Love - Soft Cell

Vinehurst High

Finished up Sol's relations instead of doing my work, so feel free to look through them, y'all. Anyway, most of it is just guesswork according to their personalities, so if anyone wants something a little more concrete, just let me know and we can work it out. B)

Vinehurst High

@Dirty Pretty Lies Rewatched Hereditary again so I just had to use Alex Wolff. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Vinehurst High

Sol Gershowitz

_{|| FC: Alex Wolff || Color: #A3C1AD ||}

N A M E

James Solomon Gershowitz

A G E

17

G E N D E R

Male

C L I Q U E

Skaters

S E X U A L I T Y

Bisexual, but don’t tell anyone he said that.

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A P P E A R A N C E

To put it gently, Sol is kind of a beanpole — tall and skinny with long, spindly limbs that are surprisingly graceful when it comes to skating. Off the board, however, Sol is a mess. Bumping into people, knocking over stuff, even tripping over his own feet; it’s really quite a miracle how he hasn’t managed to kill himself yet. His brothers love to joke about how he walks around like a baby deer trying to figure out the correct way to use its new legs, but hey, he’s the one with a good five inches on everyone else in the family, so who’s laughing now?

Sol has a tawny, sun-tanned complexion, courtesy of the countless hours he spends at the local skatepark. His curly black hair is usually sort of greasy, and often tangled in impossible knots. Pretty much the only time he puts in the effort to look presentable is when his mom yells at him, but even that’s not a given. On the left side of his nose, a little ways above his mouth, there’s a noticeable mole present. It’s the first thing most people notice about him, and while he’s certainly grown tired of your typical smartass pointing it out to him for like, the millionth time, Sol almost thinks of it as his good luck charm.

When it comes to clothing, Sol couldn’t care less. As long as he can do a kickflip in it, he’s happy. That said, he dresses exactly the way you’d expect him to — that is, a lot of t-shirts, hoodies, and jeans. Most of it hails from Goodwill, or the bottom of the bargain bin at Target, though he does have a few band tees he’s quite fond of. His pride and joy – and you’ll see him wearing this a lot – is an old army jacket adorned with an assortment of patches that he’s gathered over the years. It should also be noted that Sol has been wearing the same shoes for the past three years, though to anyone with a working pair of eyeballs, it isn’t exactly hard to tell. What used to be a pair of black Converse have since faded into a sickly grey-green, the soles superglued back on.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Sol has never met anyone that he didn’t, at first glance, consider a friend. The first thing most people see when meeting him is his spirit, and the wide, toothy grin that tips closer to psychotic than welcoming. He’s always been an energetic one, full of life and personality, almost to a fault. If he likes something, chances are he’ll let you know it, and if he doesn’t — well, he’s never been shy about voicing his opinion in that matter either. Try as he might, he’s never really had the best poker face in the world, and it tends to give him away more than not. His sense of humor, however snarky and crude, will never fail to bring a smile to people’s faces, and even if that doesn’t work, his laugh is deathly infectious. Sol is one of those guys you hate to love, and he knows it well.

At the very core of his personality, he’s kind of a bleeding heart, and often puts the needs of others above his own. It is his belief that when you’re good to people, people are good in return; what you put out is hopefully equal to what you get back from the world. If he’s bored enough, he’ll do anything for anyone. An incurable optimist, Sol has a tendency to see the glass as half full. Apart from that, loyalty is another one of Sol’s defining traits; once you give him a good reason to trust you, he’ll always have your back, even when he knows you’re in the wrong.

While Sol generally makes it a point to avoid confrontation – and believe me, he’s very hard to anger – he can get a little snappy when people start poking into his personal affairs. He hates being treated like a child, which unfortunately, as the youngest of the Gershowitz clan, is something he’s still unable to avoid. One of his biggest pet peeves is people helping him when he doesn’t need it. As with everything else, the majority of his teenage angst manifests in the form of caustic sarcasm. He’s the type of guy whose bark is greater than his bite, though he does have a penchant for pissing people off with his bluntness. Still, he’s never purposefully malicious, he just doesn’t like feeling vulnerable.

O T H E R

Sol has an unhealthy obsession with The Strokes, and often jokes about wanting to be Julian Casablancas when he grows up. Also, he’s allergic to peanuts.

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H I S T O R Y

Sol had a pleasant, if rather unremarkable upbringing. As the youngest of four children, he’s always been treated with a certain degree of preciousness, though his parents were careful not to spoil him. Together, the family of six lived in a nice house in the suburbs, complete with a white picket fence, a crisp, green yard, and a yapping black labrador. Sol’s father, Lev Gershowitz, was chief rabbi at Vinehurst’s very own synagogue. Mrs Gershowitz, on the other hand, taught social studies at a local elementary school. Suffice to say, he never wanted for anything. Every year, along with a sickeningly sweet birthday cake, he would get a nice present wrapped in garish colors, usually some kind of video game.

As luck would have it, on his ninth birthday, Sol found himself captured by one game in particular — Tony Hawk: Shred. He couldn’t quite believe his eyes when he first tore the package from its cocoon of wrapping paper. The game came with a motion-controlled board you could actually ride on. To Sol’s young, nine-year-old mind, it might as well have been magic. That summer, he and his brothers spent far too much of their time on that game, though as is typical of children, they soon grew tired of it. Eventually, his brothers moved on to other things, but for Sol, the seeds of interest had been sown. It wasn’t easy, but he persisted; begging, wheedling, pestering his parents until they finally gave in and got him a skateboard the very next year.

His parents thought it would be nothing more than a passing fancy, but Sol proved to be surprisingly dedicated. Everyday after school, he would run off to the skatepark, watching bigger kids do tricks that he would then attempt himself. He didn’t always succeed, of course, but he never failed to pick himself up and try again. Even on the day of his Bar Mitzvah, he could barely stay in his seat. All Sol wanted was to get out there and skate with his friends again, and he ended up rushing through his reading of the Haftarah like he was spitting bullets. Needless to say, his father wasn’t very happy about the whole affair.

When Sol finally got to high school, he quickly realised that his life motto of ‘skate is life’ wasn’t going to work out. All of a sudden, he found himself having to prepare for SATs, college, blah blah blah. His parents even made him get a part-time job at the local smoothie place to teach him ‘the value of hard work’. Nowadays, what little time he has to spare is spent skating, hanging out with friends, and smoking the occasional bowl under the bleachers.

Hey, he’s seventeen, alright? When else is he going to have the chance to get up to some good-old fashioned teenage rebellion?

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_{“Just chillin’.”}

Sol’s Relationships

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♥ Romantic Interest
☻ Friend/positive Impression
☁ Acquaintance/neutral Impression
☠ Enemy/negative Impression
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Kurt Moretti
♥ | ☻ | ☁ | ☠

Kurt is Sol’s brother from another mother, his sib from another crib, his dude from another brood, his — you get the idea. The two have been close friends for quite a while now, and it all started because they were assigned the same table in chemistry one day. He’s even managed to pick up a bit of sign language after getting Kurt to teach him.

Briella Dominguez
♥ | ☻ | ☁ | ☠

Sol would never admit it – a man still has his pride to worry about, after all – but he’s actually a little scared of Bree. They don’t really move in the same circles, though from what few interactions they have had, Sol gets the impression that Bree isn’t the type to pull her punches when things go south, and he doesn’t fuck with that.

Lucifer Weston
♥ | ☻ | ☁ | ☠

Sol hasn’t really had a chance to interact with Lucifer, though he wouldn’t be opposed to doing so if the opportunity presented itself. He can kind of understand how some people might be put off by the guy’s creepy stare, or even his inexplicably ominous moniker; seriously, who names their kid Lucifer? But hey, he’s Jewish. He doesn’t believe in the Devil, anyway.

Sierra Jameson
♥ | ☻ | ☁ | ☠

Sol thinks Sierra is ‘chill’, which is a highly-regarded term of address he reserves for the people he’s closest to. Most days, it just feels like Sierra is one of the guys. Whether they’re skating, at a gig, or just sitting in her bedroom playing video games, hanging out with her is always something he looks forward to. Oh, and he actually finds it kind of cute when she gets all huffy after losing at a game, but you didn’t hear it from him, alright?

Dominique Saunders
♥ | ☻ | ☁ | ☠

Okay, don’t get him wrong, Sol doesn’t believe in judging a book by its cover, but he just thinks that Dominique can be a little too high-strung sometimes. Unlike her, he’s happy to sit back and take things as they come. There’s really not a lot he can say about Dominique, except that he goes out of his way to avoid her whenever possible. It’s probably for the best, anyway, or at least that’s what he tells himself.

Mina Thomas
♥ | ☻ | ☁ | ☠

While they haven’t had many opportunities to interact, Sol gets the impression that Mina would be fun to hang around, and he always digs when someone is passionate about what they do. All in all, he just thinks that Mina is a genuinely nice person; maybe one he could even be friends with, if given the chance.

Brad Masters
♥ | ☻ | ☁ | ☠

Brad is something of a role model to Sol, mostly because he wishes he could get swole like him, and the guy’s only sixteen! But alas, Sol loves pizza a little too much, and couldn’t bench 80 if his life depended on it, so he’ll just have to content himself with staring wistfully from afar, wishing he was him.

Brody Sullivan
♥ | ☻ | ☁ | ☠

Given their interests, it’s no surprise that Brody and Sol get on like a house on fire. He’s the one Sol can always count on when he’s looking for a friend to skate with. Heck, sometimes he thinks Brody might like skating even more than he does, which is really quite impressive considering the number of spare bearings he burns through a year.

Billie Jenkins
♥ | ☻ | ☁ | ☠

Billie, Billie, Billie… What can Sol say about Billie? Ever since he saw her cycling to school, the wind in her hair, he’s kind of had a crush on her. Yeah, it’s kind of stupid, like, he hasn’t even said anything to her other than a passing ‘hey’ every now and then. Still, he can’t help but feel a little shy every time they pass each other in the hallway. Maybe he’ll finally approach her after coming up with a pick-up line that isn’t related to comic books.

Irene Meeks
♥ | ☻ | ☁ | ☠

Sol knows Irene simply as the ‘art chick’. She always seems to be painting… something, he’s not really sure what. Granted, Sol doesn’t know a lot about art, but from what he’s seen her paint in class, he thinks she shows some real talent. Sol just wishes she would speak up more.

Calien King
♥ | ☻ | ☁ | ☠

Few people are as much of an enigma as Calien is, and it doesn’t help that the two of them are in different grades. All Sol knows is that she has cool hair, and how there’s a bunch of rumours circulating about her personal life; the latter of which is kind of annoying. Why can’t people just mind their own business?

Katia Corriveau
♥ | ☻ | ☁ | ☠

In truth, he doesn’t really care for Katia, and while he doesn’t quite go out of his way to avoid her, he tries to keep their already infrequent interactions short. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t gotten to know her, but her domineering personality has left Sol reluctant to do so.

Tanner Palmer
♥ | ☻ | ☁ | ☠

From what Sol can tell, Tanner just seems like a nice, wholesome dude; the type of guy who’s perfectly capable of shoving nerds into lockers, but doesn’t because it’s not what Jesus would do. If Sol didn’t like to spend gym class blazing it under the bleachers, he’d probably be friends with the guy. Probably.

Innes Stingray
♥ | ☻ | ☁ | ☠

Sol thinks Innes has the name, look, and personality of a rockstar. Other than that, they haven’t really talked much. Most of the time, Innes seems intent on keeping to himself; not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course, but Sol thinks he could do with being less of a downer.

Vinehurst High

@Metronome The trash son is here.

Sol Gershowitz

_{|| FC: Alex Wolff || Color: #A3C1AD ||}

N A M E

James Solomon Gershowitz

A G E

17

G E N D E R

Male

C L I Q U E

Skaters

S E X U A L I T Y

Bisexual, but don’t tell anyone he said that.

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A P P E A R A N C E

To put it gently, Sol is kind of a beanpole — tall and skinny with long, spindly limbs that are surprisingly graceful when it comes to skating. Off the board, however, Sol is a mess. Bumping into people, knocking over stuff, even tripping over his own feet; it’s really quite a miracle how he hasn’t managed to kill himself yet. His brothers love to joke about how he walks around like a baby deer trying to figure out the correct way to use its new legs, but hey, he’s the one with a good five inches on everyone else in the family, so who’s laughing now?

Sol has a tawny, sun-tanned complexion, courtesy of the countless hours he spends at the local skatepark. His curly black hair is usually sort of greasy, and often tangled in impossible knots. Pretty much the only time he puts in the effort to look presentable is when his mom yells at him, but even that’s not a given. On the left side of his nose, a little ways above his mouth, there’s a noticeable mole present. It’s the first thing most people notice about him, and while he’s certainly grown tired of your typical smartass pointing it out to him for like, the millionth time, Sol almost thinks of it as his good luck charm.

When it comes to clothing, Sol couldn’t care less. As long as he can do a kickflip in it, he’s happy. That said, he dresses exactly the way you’d expect him to — that is, a lot of t-shirts, hoodies, and jeans. Most of it hails from Goodwill, or the bottom of the bargain bin at Target, though he does have a few band tees he’s quite fond of. His pride and joy – and you’ll see him wearing this a lot – is an old army jacket adorned with an assortment of patches that he’s gathered over the years. It should also be noted that Sol has been wearing the same shoes for the past three years, though to anyone with a working pair of eyeballs, it isn’t exactly hard to tell. What used to be a pair of black Converse have since faded into a sickly grey-green, the soles superglued back on.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Sol has never met anyone that he didn’t, at first glance, consider a friend. The first thing most people see when meeting him is his spirit, and the wide, toothy grin that tips closer to psychotic than welcoming. He’s always been an energetic one, full of life and personality, almost to a fault. If he likes something, chances are he’ll let you know it, and if he doesn’t — well, he’s never been shy about voicing his opinion in that matter either. Try as he might, he’s never really had the best poker face in the world, and it tends to give him away more than not. His sense of humor, however snarky and crude, will never fail to bring a smile to people’s faces, and even if that doesn’t work, his laugh is deathly infectious. Sol is one of those guys you hate to love, and he knows it well.

At the very core of his personality, he’s kind of a bleeding heart, and often puts the needs of others above his own. It is his belief that when you’re good to people, people are good in return; what you put out is hopefully equal to what you get back from the world. If he’s bored enough, he’ll do anything for anyone. An incurable optimist, Sol has a tendency to see the glass as half full. Apart from that, loyalty is another one of Sol’s defining traits; once you give him a good reason to trust you, he’ll always have your back, even when he knows you’re in the wrong.

While Sol generally makes it a point to avoid confrontation – and believe me, he’s very hard to anger – he can get a little snappy when people start poking into his personal affairs. He hates being treated like a child, which unfortunately, as the youngest of the Gershowitz clan, is something he’s still unable to avoid. One of his biggest pet peeves is people helping him when he doesn’t need it. As with everything else, the majority of his teenage angst manifests in the form of caustic sarcasm. He’s the type of guy whose bark is greater than his bite, though he does have a penchant for pissing people off with his bluntness. Still, he’s never purposefully malicious, he just doesn’t like feeling vulnerable.

O T H E R

Sol has an unhealthy obsession with The Strokes, and often jokes that he wants to be Julian Casablancas when he grows up. Also, he’s allergic to peanuts.

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H I S T O R Y

Sol had a pleasant, if rather unremarkable upbringing. As the youngest of four children, he’s always been treated with a certain degree of preciousness, though his parents were careful not to spoil him. Together, the family of six lived in a nice house in the suburbs, complete with a white picket fence, a crisp, green yard, and a yapping black labrador. Sol’s father, Lev Gershowitz, was chief rabbi at Vinehurst’s very own synagogue. Mrs Gershowitz, on the other hand, taught social studies at a local elementary school. Suffice to say, he never wanted for anything. Every year, along with a sickeningly sweet birthday cake, he would get a nice present wrapped in garish colors, usually some kind of video game.

As luck would have it, on his ninth birthday, Sol found himself captured by one game in particular — Tony Hawk: Shred. He couldn’t quite believe his eyes when he first tore the package from its cocoon of wrapping paper. The game came with a motion-controlled board you could actually ride on. To Sol’s young, nine-year-old mind, it might as well have been magic. That summer, he and his brothers spent far too much of their time on that game, though as is typical of children, they soon grew tired of it. Eventually, his brothers moved on to other things, but for Sol, the seeds of interest had been sown. It wasn’t easy, but he persisted; begging, wheedling, pestering his parents until they finally gave in and got him a skateboard the very next year.

His parents thought it would be nothing more than a passing fancy, but Sol proved to be surprisingly dedicated. Everyday after school, he would run off to the skatepark, watching bigger kids do tricks that he would then attempt himself. He didn’t always succeed, of course, but he never failed to pick himself up and try again. Even on the day of his Bar Mitzvah, he could barely stay in his seat. All Sol wanted was to get out there and skate with his friends again, and he ended up rushing through his reading of the Haftarah like he was spitting bullets. Needless to say, his father wasn’t very happy about the whole affair.

When Sol finally got to high school, he quickly realised that his life motto of ‘skate is life’ wasn’t going to work out. All of a sudden, he found himself having to prepare for SATs, college, blah blah blah. His parents even made him get a part-time job at the local smoothie place to teach him ‘the value of hard work’. Nowadays, what little time he has to spare is spent skating, hanging out with friends, and smoking the occasional bowl under the bleachers.

Hey, he’s seventeen, alright? When else is he going to have the chance to get up some good-old fashioned teenage rebellion?

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_{“Just chillin’.”}

Vinehurst High

^ Same.

Just a normal high school?

I'll throw my hat in. c:

Apartment Rp in a weird/funny city

Interested. \o/

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Floral Fury - Kristofer Maddigan
Song 2 - Blur
Lazy Boy - The Voidz
Lounge Act - Nirvana
I'm Not Calling You A Liar - Florence + The Machine
Cherry Wine - Hozier
Holiday - Green Day
Over and Over and Over - Jack White
Rose-Colored Boy - Paramore
Apocalypse Dreams - Tame Impala

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______________________________________ Location: The Beach House Interacting with: Lupe, Sonny, Sable ______________________________________ @Asterialice@Lovely Complex@HaleyTheRandom ______________________________________	To call it a rude awakening — well, that would be quite the understatement. Silas was roused from his catnap by the all-too-familiar voice of one Missy Deschain. He couldn’t really tell what she was screaming about, just that he needed to get up and ready before someone came to break his door down. Literally. He’s pretty sure that Dee could smash through the thing like it was made of balsa wood. Reluctantly, he climbs out of bed and starts digging through his closet. As much as he wanted to venture downstairs in his current ensemble – a soft, woolen bathrobe with a pair of silk boxers underneath – there was no telling what other shenanigans would ensue later in the evening after the bonfire. They were in Miami, after all; anything could happen. That’s why it’s called the Magic City, right? Silas ends up pulling on the first thing he finds, which happened to be a pair of jeans, plus an old Hawaiian shirt that was so loud, hideous, and neon that it somehow looped back around to being chic again. It’s a little too big for him, though the sleeves are just long enough to hide the scars he had on his upper arms, and he can just tuck the front of it into his jeans, anyway. After that, it’s just a matter of combing the room for his countless rings, bracelets, knick-knacks… Oh, and making sure his hair doesn’t look like a dead cat, of course. It takes another fifteen minutes for Silas to fully recover from his zombie-like state, and by the time he gets downstairs, it seemed like most of the others were already settled in. Instead of saying hello, however, he makes a beeline straight for the kitchen because obviously, that’s where the booze is, and he’s not sure he wants to watch Bradley and Richie flirting with each other like a pair of lovesick puppies. ...Hold up, is that an unattended drink he sees? “Hey, it’s Lupe, right? D’you mind?” Silas points at the shot Lupe had set aside, then holds it up inquiringly. The question, however, soon proves to be a rhetorical one, as he downs the shot before the other even has a chance to answer. Hey, if she wasn’t going to drink it, why let perfectly good alcohol go to waste? Still, Silas can’t help but make a face as the shot burns all the way down his throat, eyeing the now-empty glass with disdain. God, just what the hell was in this? “I think you’ve got the right idea there. This tastes like shit.” Now, he’d said he wanted a drink, but he was thinking more along the lines of a nice malt scotch, not something that tasted like tarmac on a hot summer’s day. Then again, no one really drank alcohol for its taste, did they? Though he’d much rather get blackout drunk while keeping his tongue intact. Sidling over to Sonny, he lets himself lean against the counter, lips pressed into a teasing sort of smirk. “You got anything else? Some people still have, like, working taste buds, Sonny.” It’s out of the corner of his eye that Silas spots someone familiar. “Sunshine!” His expression breaks into a wide, artless grin, though quickly grows serious as he leans over to say to her in a stage whisper. “Please tell me you know where they’re keeping the good stuff. I think they’re actually trying to poison us with this.”