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Rosefell High.

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Inside, Alina let out a huge sigh of relief. There didn't appear to be any awkwardness between her two party companions. She should have guessed Hunter's seemingly endless natural charm would have seen to that, but Raven could be a little wild at times. At least wild compared to Alina now. But for now, things seemed to be going well. This was good for her?

But was it good for Raven? The noises caused Alina to turn her head and she could see that asshole Theo up to his old tricks. She said this as if she had intimate knowledge of everything, but really everything came secondhand from Raven. Girls got girls though, so Theo was an asshole, and if what Raven had told her about him was true, he had found himself another target to leech on to. Alina watched her friend and her face said it all. That was no tequila cringe. That was pure disgust.

She waited, unsure what to do. Old Alina might have just charged in and dropped a challenge to try and make Theo look enough like a fool that no girl would want him. However, she wasn't nearly confident enough to do that now. She'd muck it up for sure. Besides, the flight response hadn't been activated in Raven just yet. Besides, it seemed like the crowd was circulating around something else.

Alina reached over and put her hand on Raven's shoulder, as if to let her know she wasn't alone in sending all the negative vibes. "That's my girl. Thanks for the support, Ray." Content to let Hunter offer up a distraction, she turned to the boy who was helping both of them deal with their respective distractions at this point. "All right, Hunter. What's your game, and how do you want to play this?"

Rosefell High.

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If you wanted to make Melissa Elliott mad, you badmouthed the Knights or insinuated something about her and Zoey’s upbringing given the lack of a father figure. If you wanted to make her irate, you called her Missy. While she adored the music, the bombardment of Missy Elliott jokes she had gotten over the course of her life because of her name had left her a tad sensitive to the subject, and she quickly put a stop to that upon entering the halls of Rosefell. No one dared use that nickname for her anymore.

Of course, it would stand to reason she would have to educate these Liberty fools about the price paid for using it. Double for this little trollope who dared insinuate she was the clumsy one! How dare she? She didn’t maintain the most serene grace on the balance beam and on the sidelines to fumble remnants of alcohol willy-nilly! Besides, she was probably the one who pushed this fool into her! Oh she was going to get it.

And her little boytoy too! Nice of him to apparently grow a spine when threatening a teenage girl. What a mouth on this one! Too bad he clearly didn’t have the muscles to back it up, looking like some boy-band singer, and Melissa was never one to let gender stop her from giving people a thrashing. It helped knowing she had the backup. It didn’t take much for Dee to announce his presence behind her. The perks of their relationship were apparent yet again.

Melissa looked back and smiled at her not-official-boyfriend as he let Jackson know who his dance partner would be if he wanted it. “Thanks Dee. I know you’ve got my back. But they’re going to need the help.” She took a couple breaths allowing herself to center as she stood in front of Miki and Jackson, interlopers that needed to be put in their place.

Miki fired the first shot, she could get the first taste. “Now you listen and listen good, bitch, because I’m only going to be this calm when I deliver this speech once. I don’t know who you think you are, and I don’t know if I care, but if you know I’m the queen around here, which congratulations on making one correct assumption, then you should know exactly what I’m about and what exactly I can do to you to make your life miserable. And you’ve already made two incorrect assumptions that are going to make you look like quite the ass. First, I can handle my drink better than you any day of the week, so while you may have been tipsy enough to shove this stick over here,” Melissa motioned towards Jackson. “into my path towards the beverages that I put on this table, I need more than that to put my feet in places where they don’t belong. Like you shoving yours in your big mouth. And second, you can put some god damn respek on my name when you say it. It’s Melissa, and you would do best to learn it if you want to do anything other than wear a mascot head at this school. And don’t think I won’t send Spike packing to make that happen! So if you want to offer me an apology, I’m all ears. Or I will be in about three minutes.”

Content with how she established Miki’s place in the pecking order, she turned to the larger Jackson. “And you! You talk to women with that mouth? Maybe you’ve been hanging around with this one,” she now motioned to Miki, “Too much, or maybe you just skipped the etiquette classes I’m sure you had over at Liberty, but guess what, beanpole? YOU AREN’T THERE ANYMORE! What the fuck did you do to make any of this happen? Fuck, what did you do to make anything happen, other than spilling my god damn drink all over the deck? I know god damn well I’m more capable than you of running a school, a bake sale, a lemonade stand and a lap, because you look fucking pathetic! Threatening a woman, what is wrong with you? If you’re looking for beggars, go check where your school stands empty, I’m sure they fucking moved in. But I don’t give a shit where you think you are, or what turf you claim to be on, you’re in my fucking universe now, and I will make damn sure you get blinked out of existence if you try and pull this kind of reverse bullshit maneuver on me! Step to that, you useless fuckstick!”

Satisfied, Melissa gave a quick flick of her hair to make sure it fell back in place following her tirade, and she turned to Dee. “Didn’t think I was going to need an escort to the booze table, Dee, but you want to head over there with me? Make sure no more pieces of trash drift into my path?”

Edenridge

Lockers. That's all she could see. Just a maze of lockers. It didn't make sense. There were doors somewhere around there right? There had to be. What good was storage space without any way to bring stuff in? But there were no doors. There was no escape.

She could hear the footsteps. They were coming for her. She kept running but there was nowhere to go. The footsteps were growing louder, surrounding her auditory field. Were they coming from in front of her now? She couldn't tell. Everything was confusing. This was school, right? What was happening?

Her shoes betrayed her, coming loose and sending her sprawling to the tile. Her hands try to catch her but they splay out, leaving her unable to spring up quickly. The footsteps are loud and ringing in her ears. She closes her eyes to shut them out before they stop. She opens them and sees two pairs of feet standing in front of her. She looks up. She can't see their faces, but they look familiar? Why? Why are they familiar? Why are they holding guns? No! No not here! Not he-

Before the bang comes, a loud knock on the door interrupts. The redhead who was certain it was her time to go bolts up in her bed, looking around in a haze.

"Jilly! If you want breakfast, you're going to have to show yourself and get it!"

That voice confirms that Jillian O'Brien's mother was the one to save her youngest child from another dream ending in death. Jillian grumbled and fell back down onto her bed. "...Whatever. I don't need any more hash browns." The grumble in her stomach contradicted that sentiment, however. Maybe some food was necessary.

It could wait though. Phone first. Phone was the primary method of communication, at least with those Jillian still wanted to communicate with. Granted it had shrunk by a wide margin since the days when she got that Samsung A51 just before senior year. She was due for an upgrade, but she knew nothing about getting phones, and then there was going to the mall and that was not where she wanted to be right now. Instead, she relied on her aging device to dash off a quick text to the one remaining person from the squad she maintained contact with.

"Hey, Miss Midnight. You awake? Dreams are assholes and I want to forget they keep happening. Could use a partner if I'm dancing this early."

Edenridge

Jillian O’Brien

Name

Jillian Aisling O'Brien

Nicknames

Jill, Jilly

Age

19

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Bi, but prefers men

Relationship Status

It’s way too complicated

Appearance Details

• Hair: Long red hair, usually worn straight down. She hasn’t had the energy to do much other than put it up in a ponytail lately.
• Eyes: Light Brown
• Height: 5’5”
• Body Type: Still fairly athletic given what she did in high school, but has shown signs of starting to slip a little bit.
• Clothing Style: Rather than dress up to the role she thought she had to play in high school, lately it’s been all about comfort for Jillian. She’ll stick to leggings and t-shirts most of the time, although she will still get dressed up when the occasion warrants it.
• Makeup Wise: Again, more about comfort now than anything, most of Jillian’s appearances are made without makeup. She’ll still put the full press on for social events, she still remembers her steps, but lately they have seemed less important. She does favor smoky eyeshadow and bright red lipstick.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Her ears are pierced twice in each lobe and once in her right helix. She is debating getting more. She doesn't have any tattoos yet, but has already offered her body up to Mei Ramsey as a canvas to work upon. She has a couple scars on her stomach and a deeper one behind her left ear related to the incident that sent Michael to jail.

Personality Traits

For someone who maintained such a positive attitude when she entered Edenridge, it’s been startling, yet understandable to see naught but tiny shreds of it remain. Jillian can still summon what she needs to put on a pretty face, and when in public, she does her best to be the person who can keep spirits up as she did in high school, but it’s become clear that it’s more a mask than anything else at this point.

In private, she has been left alone to mourn, to be alone with her sadness. It’s been difficult. She’s not been coping well, and her family has been trying to make inroads with little success. She’s withdrawn a lot, so she doesn’t have to wear the mask as often. Because it does not fit anymore. Not without the support she’s lost along the way. On all fronts.

Biography

CW: violence, death, domestic violence

Jillian O’Brien, of the Edenridge O’Briens as the family was usually keen to inform people before the events started happening, was born and raised in town. The youngest of five, she was always treated as the baby of the family, and she was happy to play the part most of the time, getting whatever she wanted in exchange for being her usual adorable self. She was enrolled in dance when she was going through grade school, and parlayed that into a spot on the cheerleading squad. Alison Davies was the pinnacle of everything Jillian was meant to be, and she was ready to follow that path. Until Ali was no longer there to light the way.

Jillian was crushed by the loss of an idol of Alison’s stature, but she pressed on. There were people on the team that needed her. She grew close with the other members of the squad as they pressed on in the shadow of Miss Davies’ demise. Lanie and Mei and Liv and Kat became like the sisters that hadn’t gone off to Boston College and other places that weren’t Edenridge for the moment. They helped deal with the passing of her father Shane to lung cancer in her sophomore year. It was tough, but they were able to move on. Until Charlie Decker happened.

Jillian didn’t even remember Charlie. Did they share a class at some point? They were both seniors, maybe freshman English? Anyway, she remembered his name after that. She remembered him shooting through the door of the barricaded science lab she and the rest of her Biology class were in, catching Mr. Lazovic in the shoulder and arm, and poor Matthew Carson in the head. Matthew didn’t make it out. Neither did Olivia Madden or Katherine Dunbar. Charlie got them both in the library. The last text in their group chat was about making plans for a weekend trip to Boston for some shopping ahead of senior year. Plans that never came to fruition.

Losing two of her best friends on top of her father and her role model took a lot out of Jill. It took a lot out of the squad. They all had their various breakdowns. Eventually, Jill was able to connect again, with a previous graduate of Edenridge named Michael Barrie who had come back following the tragedy to offer support. He escorted Jillian to the very subdued prom and eventually she moved into the Barrie’s house as Michael left his undergrad degree to stay in town with his new paramour.

However, Michael also had his own mask, and that was hiding the drunken lout he had a tendency to be at home. His own way of coping with the stress. Jillian joined in at first, as it seemed as good a coping method as any, but as things got serious and Jillian looked like she was going to join her fellow cheerleader in welcoming a child into the world, his drinking got worse. About 5 ½ months into the pregnancy, Jillian confronted Michael about what he was doing to himself, not wanting to lose another male presence to his own vices.

Michael responded by shoving Jillian down the stairs to the main lobby of the Barrie house. Michael’s sister Tamara heard the noise and called the cops. Michael was arrested, but the damage was done. Jillian lost her baby. Michael was sentenced to a year in prison. Jillian moved back in with her mother, who has been doing her best to comfort a life that Jillian is not certain she wants anymore. All the tragedy, the needlessly lost lives. Jillian doesn’t know what she did to deserve it. She still will come when called, she still responds to social responsibilities, but it was clear that losing baby Olivia (she wanted another to name Katherine) may have been the final straw.

Family

Shannon O’Brien - Mother - Veterinarian - FC: Amy Adams
Kathleen O’Brien - Aunt - Freelance Writer/Babysitter - FC: Isla Fisher
Heather O’Brien - Oldest Sister - VP Operations for Hudson Dynamics in Boston - FC: Bonnie Wright
Grace O’Brien - Older Sister - Artist - FC: Juliette Angelo
Kieren O’Brien - Oldest Brother - Brewery Manager for Bay State Brews in Lowell
Ronan O’Brien - Older Brother - Mechanic/Volunteer Firefighter - FC: Cameron Monaghan

Misc.

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• Lives with her mother along with Grace, as the others have moved out.
• Still drives the 2015 CR-5 she received as a graduation gift, although given her recent drinking spells, she doesn't drive often.
• Despite what Michael did to her, she still drinks regularly to deal with all the pain since she doesn’t know what else to do.
• Was planning on doing a pre-law degree at BC prior to getting involved with Michael.
• Has made appearances on Mei Ramsey's podcast under the pseudonym "Ashes", where she mimics the Irish accent of her grandmother and tries to divine traits of crimes while swearing way too much.
• Her favorite song is Royals by Lorde, but a more fitting theme song may be Lonely People by Orla Gartland.

Edenridge

Jillian O’Brien

Name

Jillian Aisling O'Brien

Nicknames

Jill, Jilly

Age

19

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Bi, but prefers men

Relationship Status

It’s way too complicated

Appearance Details

• Hair: Long red hair, usually worn straight down. She hasn’t had the energy to do much other than put it up in a ponytail lately.
• Eyes: Light Brown
• Height: 5’5”
• Body Type: Still fairly athletic given what she did in high school, but has shown signs of starting to slip a little bit.
• Clothing Style: Rather than dress up to the role she thought she had to play in high school, lately it’s been all about comfort for Jillian. She’ll stick to leggings and t-shirts most of the time, although she will still get dressed up when the occasion warrants it.
• Makeup Wise: Again, more about comfort now than anything, most of Jillian’s appearances are made without makeup. She’ll still put the full press on for social events, she still remembers her steps, but lately they have seemed less important. She does favor smoky eyeshadow and bright red lipstick.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Her ears are pierced twice in each lobe and once in her right helix. She is debating getting more. She has a couple scars on her stomach related to the incident.

Personality Traits

For someone who maintained such a positive attitude when she entered Edenridge, it’s been startling, yet understandable to see naught but tiny shreds of it remain. Jillian can still summon what she needs to put on a pretty face, and when in public, she does her best to be the person who can keep spirits up as she did in high school, but it’s become clear that it’s more a mask than anything else at this point.

In private, she has been left alone to mourn, to be alone with her sadness. It’s been difficult. She’s not been coping well, and her family has been trying to make inroads with little success. She’s withdrawn a lot, so she doesn’t have to wear the mask as often. Because it does not fit anymore. Not without the support she’s lost along the way. On all fronts.

Biography

CW: violence, death, domestic violence

Jillian O’Brien, of the Edenridge O’Briens as the family was usually keen to inform people before the events started happening, was born and raised in town. The youngest of five, she was always treated as the baby of the family, and she was happy to play the part most of the time, getting whatever she wanted in exchange for being her usual adorable self. She was enrolled in dance when she was going through grade school, and parlayed that into a spot on the cheerleading squad. Alison Davies was the pinnacle of everything Jillian was meant to be, and she was ready to follow that path. Until Ali was no longer there to light the way.

Jillian was crushed by the loss of an idol of Alison’s stature, but she pressed on. There were people on the team that needed her. She grew close with the other members of the squad as they pressed on in the shadow of Miss Davies’ demise. Lanie and Liv and Kat became like the sisters that hadn’t gone off to Boston College and other places that weren’t Edenridge for the moment. They helped deal with the passing of her father Shane to lung cancer in her sophomore year. It was toughThey were able to move on. Until Charlie Decker happened.

Jillian didn’t even remember Charlie. Did they share a class at some point? They were both seniors, maybe freshman English? Anyway, she remembered his name after that. She remembered him shooting through the door of the barricaded science lab they were in, catching Mr. Lazovic in the shoulder and arm, and poor Matthew Carson in the head. Matthew didn’t make it out. Neither did Olivia Madden or Katherine Dunbar. Charlie got them both in the library. The last text in their group chat was about making plans for a weekend trip to Boston for some shopping ahead of senior year. Plans that never came to fruition.

Losing two of her best friends on top of her father and her role model took a lot out of Jill. It took a lot out of the squad. They all had their various breakdowns. Eventually, Jill was able to connect again, with a previous graduate of Edenridge named Michael Barrie who had come back following the tragedy to offer support. He escorted Jillian to the very subdued prom and eventually she moved into the Barrie’s house as Michael left his undergrad degree to stay in town with his new paramour.

However, Michael also had his own mask, and that was hiding the drunken lout he had a tendency to be at home. His own way of coping with the stress. Jillian joined in at first, as it seemed as good a coping method as any, but as things got serious and Jillian looked like she was going to join her fellow cheerleader in welcoming a child into the world, his drinking got worse. About 5 ½ months into the pregnancy, Jillian confronted Michael about what he was doing to himself, not wanting to lose another male presence to his own vices.

Michael responded by shoving Jillian down the stairs to the main lobby of the Barrie house. Michael’s sister Tamara heard the noise and called the cops. Michael was arrested, but the damage was done. Jillian lost her baby. Michael was sentenced to a year in prison. Jillian moved back in with her mother, who has been doing her best to comfort a life that Jillian is not certain she wants anymore. All the tragedy, the needlessly lost lives. Jillian doesn’t know what she did to deserve it. She still with come when called, she still responds to social responsibilities, but it was clear that losing baby Olivia (she wanted another to name Katherine) may have been the final straw.

Family

Shannon O’Brien - Mother - Veterinarian
Kathleen O’Brien - Aunt - Freelance Writer/Babysitter
Heather O’Brien - Oldest Sister - VP Operations for Hudson Dynamics in Boston
Grace O’Brien - Older Sister - Artist
Kieren O’Brien - Oldest Brother - Brewery Manager for Bay State Brews in Lowell
Ronan O’Brien - Older Brother - Mechanic

Misc.

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• Lives with her mother along with Grace, as the others have moved out.
• Still drives the 2015 CR-5 she received as a graduation gift.
• Despite what Michael did to her, she still drinks regularly to deal with all the pain since she doesn’t know what else to do.
• Was planning on doing a pre-law degree at BC prior to getting involved with Michael.
• Her favorite song is Royals by Lorde, but a more fitting theme song may be Lonely People by Orla Gartland

Rosefell High.

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Melissa was feeling all her powers at the moment. Checking in with various members of the party made sure that her fellow Rosefell students knew where the happy juice was coming from and that her new Liberty subjects knew where they stood. But most of all, that they were having a good time. And for the most part everyone was, thanks to the provided beverages and the high from the Knights' victory earlier in the evening. Things were pretty good. The only problem was that her glass was nearing empty again.

As she tried to make her way back towards the table that held the promise of refills, the crowd was starting to pack together. This wasn't acceptable. As the cheerleader aimed to muscle her way through towards the nectar, it was proving more difficult than she believed. She was bracing for a bulldozing attempt that would have made J.K. Dobbins proud.

However, her attempt was thwarted as someone bumped into her, knocking her off balance and causing her to drop what remained of her vodka cran. Now she would have to get a new cup as well? Animals. "Hey! Watch where you're going, you lummox," she cautioned as she looked over as the black-haired person responsible for this new problem emerging to block this quest.

Rosefell High.

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It was something. What it was exactly, Alina Zabrecky wasn't sure, but it was clearly something.

Here she was, following a guy she just met, at a party full of people she didn't know, off to table filled with concoctions that were guaranteed to impair her judgment and her inhibitions, and allowing said guy she just met to pick her poison. Did that make any sense?

It did for now. And there were worse guys. If it turned out this was the same Hunter that showed Niki around the school, then they did luck out. He seemed nice enough. Nice as Dee at least. So this was fine, right? She wasn't going to worry about things, right?

Right.

Christian was providing all this alcohol, she might as well enjoy it. And Hunter seemed to have a better eye for it than she did. Maybe that shouldn't have been a point in his favor, but for now, it was working. Working enough to have him hold her hand as he guided the way to the promised land. This is fine. This is just him making sure he doesn't lose me in this crowd. That makes sense. It's fine. This isn't a sign that, you know, I got some guy interested in me with just one conversation. It's fine.

"So what's your poison?"

Alina tried to fake it like she knew exactly what her poison was as she perused what was on the table. Random red cups seemed like a bad idea. “I mean, you did say you wanted more than just craft beer, didn’t you?” She did. But she had to at least make sure that she had some idea what was going into it. Plus having some kind of buffer between herself and the alcohol seemed smart.

"Um..... I'll have some of that, with some of that." Pointing at two random things seemed like a plan. She didn't have much of one.

But the other facet of the plan did show up. "Help has arrived, darling,” Her cajoling had worked. Raven Willow had appeared to give her some semblance of a lifeline to the outside world. She immediately stepped between Alina and Hunter, and assumed some level of protection between the two. "Please tell me this guy isn’t acting like… all the other guys?”

As her friend took a bold shot of the Patron that Alina had pointed to and asserted herself into the conversation, she smiled. "So far, he's doing all right. He's been doing your job!" she laughed as she pointed at Raven. "But I'm glad you could make it and save me from sailing through this thing by myself." A brief moment of clarity hit her mind. "Oh, Hunter, this is my good friend Raven, aka Ray-Ray. Ray, this is Hunter. He has made up for breaking my beer bottle in more ways than one so far." Speaking of which, that drink could come at any time.

Heed the Call

"People don’t like the truth when it hits them in the face. Literally."

_{Lexi/Lex || 15 || Female}

Appearance Details

• 5'7"
• 110lbs
• Dishwater blonde hair, usually worn straight with the bangs hanging in front
• Deep brown eyes
• Lexi usually is seen around town wearing the following:
  
  • A v-cut t-shirt of her choice from the trips to thrift shops all over the world, usually a graphic tee, sometimes with the sleeves rolled up. Can’t hit with long sleeves.
  • Jeans with slashes in the front, always on the knees, but sometimes in other spots
  • Metal rings on each of her outside two fingers. Hurts them more than it hurts her.
  • Sneakers with rubber soles. Need that traction.

Belongings

• A wallet with some IDs she uses for various things...
• A small crossbody for storing the various things she gets...
• A pack of cigarettes for when she gets very stressed out

Character Summary and Crest

Alexis Marie Parsons hasn't had a chance to put her roots down yet, but one thing she's learned is that if people don't want to listen, shutting them up works just as well. Maybe her brand of sincerity isn't appreciated by many of her opponents, but it's led to a sense of stability in a world that consistently changing on her. Sometimes that's enough to hold onto. Sometimes it leads to a broken nose and a broken finger.

Lexi was born in Victorville, California, but did not stay long. Her father worked in the army and was consistently moving the family to posts around the states and around the world. From New Orleans to Germany, from Ridgefield, Utah to Okinawa, the Parsons never stayed in one spot too long thanks to Adam's wanderlust. It was too much for April, who bailed during the time in Maryland to move back home to California. Adam retained custody of Alexis due to April's move, and continued to jettison her from place to place.

Not having a lot of time to make friends, and knowing that there would no reason to do so, Lexi didn't bother playing nice with other kids. She spoke the truth, and if they couldn't handle it, there were one of two ways it usually went. The first way allowed for silent coexistence. The second way landed Lexi in the principal's office. Repeatedly. She started drifting towards seedier tendencies in junior high, and hasn't seen any reason to deviate.

Her father's starting to realize that he may not have been doing enough to keep his only daughter on the straight and narrow. With her mother asking questions about how her daughter is being raised and wondering if she should move to California with her new step-father and half-siblings, he's trying to figure out what he can do about Lexi's extra-combative nature and inability to bond with anyone her own age. This camp may be his only chance to keep his daughter close. Question is if she actually wants it anymore.

Digimon Partner

Mokumon → PetiMeramon → Ghostmon → Witchmon → Bastemon → Rosemon

While Lexi is more in-your-face and brash, her partner Ghostmon is more shy and timid, willing to hang back. She doesn't put herself out there and doesn't have a lot of confidence in her abilities. Maybe that's why she's with Lexi; to be able to gain some self-belief while showing Lexi that fighting isn't always the solution to her problems. If only she wasn't scared of trying to go against her DigiDestined...

Heed the Call

"All I’ve need to know in life, I’ve learned from school, my parents and Disney."

_{Sierra/Cici (rarely) || 14 || Female}

Appearance Details

• 5‘2"
• 100lbs
• Long blonde hair, usually worn straight down, aside from some strands from her bangs which are tied back.
• Deep blue eyes
• Sierra can usually be found wearing the following:
  
  • A rotation of long-sleeved sweaters of various colors.
    
    • She wears a clear/purple amethyst pendant over her sweater. It is her birthstone.
  • Black leggings, with fleece linings from September to April.
  • The blue bow that ties her hair back. She always has it in. She doesn't like how her hair looks without it.
  • Silver flats or sneakers. Depends on what she's doing.

Belongings

• Satchel containing her notebook, a few pencils and some markers
• Her iPod loaded with an assortment of songs from Disney movies and from the TV stars' solo careers.
• Honeypie snacks of course! Although she prefers the lighter options like the Sweet Mix and the Strawberry-Honey Cake.

Character Summary and Crest

Sierra Young has always believed in the good in the people of the town. She's believed that there was a force that brought people together to sing or dance or do whatever it takes to lift spirits. She's believed that love conquers all. She's just never found her own person to be that force in her life.

The Youngs are very well known in Ridgewood. Sierra's father Steve is a second-generation owner of Honeypie Bakeries, which is the largest employer in town and supplies the entire state with baked desserts found in all grocery stores. Her mother Christine is a second-grade teacher at the local elementary, and also known for her hand in creating a couple of Honeypie's best sellers. The company sponsored a lot of charity events and made sure that Sierra had the eye of everyone as she made her way through the local school system.

However, that has left her very lonely. She's seen as the crown princess of Ridgewood and as such, it's been tough for her to find friends that actually want to be with her for her, and not just because they want free Honeypie samples or to lounge in the spacious McMansion on the outskirts of town. It's left her feeling hollow, like she's not really a person and more of a trophy or a ride.

Sierra just wants to find someone who she can have an actual connection with. Someone who can share with her the same passion she has for the things she enjoys: writing, sketching and maybe some media work, since she's got some ideas for Disney. Someone who will make her feel like Sierra and not a Young. Her parents think a mountain camp is the answer for the depressive thoughts she's expressed lately. Only time will tell.

Digimon Partner

Yukimi Botamon → Moonmon → Lunamon → Lekismon → Crescemon → Dianamon

While her partner is wondering how to get that Disney feeling from something other than Disney, Lunamon already has it. Lunamon is a bubbly Pokemon, willing to infuse whatever she can with her positive attitude. Some might say she is too positive, but in the face of things, that's what Luna knows to do. However, even she has her foes to slay. She is a clean freak and does not care for dirt on her or anyone else. She will use her ears and her bubble power to wipe things down. She's like a fairy godmother, but much smaller and... rabbity-er...

Return to Edenridge

Because it's you Brutal, I'm going to put in some interest