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Breaking the Sun

My next post will be up sometime today to keep us rolling. B)

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

I'll be doing Aliana's post informing Lynette of the events and generally just being exasperated with life.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

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Grand Ridge Academy to Café Sucre.

Interactions.

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Martin was glad that Grant didn't question him because the scenario was bordering on hectic, and time was kind of short. 

He was also grateful that he was willing to join him on this impossible mission. He may have been determined but he wasn't prepared. If Grant hadn't been outside the room then he might have took off on his own instead of bringing support. It was important to have back up on these things, especially with the infamous Scott Reese. He had faced off once with that creature on his own, and once had been more than enough for him. The anxiety of facing down that path again was very overwhelming.

It was haunting, he was stuck in this endless loop of remembering how that thing had laughed when it thought it had sunk it's axe into him. It wasn't ever going to sit well with him and talking about it, even briefly was going to upset him a little. He knew that it was important though that Grant knew exactly what they were up against. He drew in a breath, nodding and leading the boy quickly out the door, he kept his phone open in preparation of Grant's responses, keeping the screen from going black.

He wasn't walking and he wasn't jogging, it was just a very brisk and determined pace. "This isn't my car, mind you," said the boy, grimacing. "It's my mom's secondary car, I try not to use it too much because spite is stronger than common sense but I think we need it now."

The boy quickly unlocked the door of a dingy silver Prius, hopping into the driver side and unlocking Grant's door for him. "Your sister went to Café Sucre, she was.. She was being followed by Scott Reese." he adjusted the mirror, starting the car up. "Scott Reese is the guy that committed the camp massacre, I was there that night. I.. I.. It's not easy to talk about but he nearly uh- he nearly hacked me in half."

A laugh that sounded slightly bitter somehow, "I provided a distraction and I nearly paid for it because stupid people die the easiest."

Grant kept up the pace as he followed Martin to his car, or rather, his mom's car. Despite his mind racing he still recognized the tone in his friend's voice as he gave his concise summary of it. He had gotten the feeling that Martin's relationship with his mother wasn't the best through past conversations, so he understood what he meant when he explained why he usually didn't drive it.

Nonetheless he quickly got in on the passenger side once the door was unlocked, and as Martin prepared to drive off he explained the situation with Jasmine. Grant was glad that his friend was telling him everything aloud, since that was definitely much faster at the moment, yet he couldn't help but feel his heart rise up into his throat as he realized just what was going on.

To: Martin

We were supposed to meet up at the Cafe later...

He had no idea why Jasmine was followed and attacked, she didn't even have anything to do with what was happening in this hell hole town. But now more than ever he was beginning to feel like it was his fault. He came back to this town when he knew something ominous was hidden deep within it, he knew it was likely going to be dangerous but he came back anyway, thinking that he'd only be putting himself in harm's way. But now his sister was in danger, pursued by the killer they'd discussed just earlier that day. And judging by Martin's description of Scott Reese, this wasn't any ordinary serial killer.

But he also got a sense of self-deprecation from Martin, who seemed to having a hard time talking about what happened at all. A look of concern fell onto Grant's face; he could understand what it felt like to have his life threatened by dumb decisions and then having to look back on it later.

To: Martin

You're still alive. Can't really be that stupid.

"It was pretty stupid, brave but stupid." he responded, adjusting his phone so it was propped up on the dashboard. "I ran like hell afterwards."

The likelihood of his phone falling to its doom was increasingly high as he pulled the car out of the parking lot. He wasn't really in the place to worry about possibly losing sight of the road. He was pretty much driving a bit carelessly as it was, kicking the car into high gear with reckless abandon. "Anyway, there's a lot of bad shit in this town, but I'm sure you know that. It doesn't take so long to start seeing all that's really wrong here."

He kind of got the feeling that Grant had more than enough interest in what was wrong in Farmerhill. The guy had always struck him as intuitive, asking the right questions at the right time. He was sharp, that was one of the reasons that Martin liked him so much. He liked a person that was willing to dig a little deeper, that was willing to go the extra mile. He was honestly glad that Grant was his friend, he couldn't have ended up with better backup.

The car took a sharp turn as Martin blew through a stop sign, mostly lucky that another car didn't clip him. "After the camping thing, me and a few other kiddos started developing these powers, I guess. Kind of like magic."

Then, as if realizing how absurd that statement sounded, he laughed. "Sorry, I'm not sure if you'll believe that or not. I can't really display it while I'm driving but I promise that I'll show you soon."

Grant could feel himself holding on tightly to his seat as Martin took a particularly sharp turn after speeding past a stop sign. While he was afraid that they could get into a wreck at any moment, he was still glad that Martin seemed to be in as much of a hurry as he personally felt in reaching the Cafe. And besides that, they hadn't wrecked yet, so Martin had to know what he was doing. Grants trusted that he would get them both safely to the Cafe, he was sure of it.

Speaking of trust, Martin soon revealed to him something that Lynette had, understandably, been hesitant to outright state. So then, Martin was another one of these students from the camping trip to develop super powers, huh? That would explain the neck tattoo then, he'd never asked about it since no one else seemed to comment on it anyway, but Lynette had mentioned something about a mark earlier and it was possible she was talking about something like that.

Grant wondered if he should tell him what he already knew, but figured now might not be the best time. He did want to tell him, but it would be a long story and he didn't want Martin to have to read a small essay while also trying to drive. Keeping his eyes off the road like that would be too dangerous, but he could get into detail later once the dust had settled and they had more time to talk. Still, a response was in order.

To: Martin

I believe you. You're not the kind of person to make shit up. Plus...I think I might like you.

There was a pause, before Grant's eyes nearly bugged out of his skull as he quickly typed up another text.

To: Martin

*I might be like you

Holy fuck, now was not the time for awkward typos.

"Why Grant," the boy joked, despite the anxiety that he was feeling. "If you wanted to go on a date, all you had to do was ask-"

A choked noise of fear as the Prius bumped the curb but he quickly steered it back onto the right path. There was a wide-eyed fear that was settling over the boy, but he was maintaining a very tight grin. "I can make shadows and darkness, I'm uh, it's a useless power. It's good for shutting up classrooms though."

After a moment of consideration, he offered. "Though, if you do ever want to go on a date, I'm free pretty much any time after we check up on this hellscape."

He was shaking down to his bones but he wasn't stopping the car and that was what mattered. He couldn't help the growing fear inside of him and the revelation that Grant had gained abilities as well was one mark through his theory that it was just the camp kids that had gone screwy. He was madly curious though, he wanted to know what Grant was capable of and he was definitely going to ask when he wasn't operating a motor vehicle.

He jerked the car into the parking lot of Sucre a bit haphazardly, throwing open his door and leaping out. He opened Grant's for him as well, mostly on habit. 

For once, Grant was glad he couldn't speak, because he was sure he would've been babbling out a response that would be desperately trying to backtrack on what he'd meant to say. But alas, he couldn't say a single word, and Martin had replied quicker than he could even attempt to type. Thankfully he was at least giving him an out by playing it off as a joke...right? It could be interpreted as a joke, but at the same time it was entirely possible that it was actually a serious offer. Well, Martin was pretty cute-

A sudden bump on the road broke Grant from his thoughts. Damn it, why was he even thinking about that? This wasn't the time or the place; Martin was his friend, and Jasmine was in trouble! He knew his mind could wander but this was serious! Yes, maybe he did like- wait, no, he had to focus.

Instead he paid attention when Martin described his power, nodding in acknowledgment. Shadow manipulation...interesting. His friend didn't seem to think too highly of his power, but Grant found it fascinating. If he could control shadows, then did that extend to being able to make images and illusions with them? Could he steal other people's shadows? Cause distractions and mind games? And when he controlled darkness, did that essentially allow him to blind people? Could he even remove darkness from an area? He wanted to ask him about all the possibilities, though he supposed they didn't really have time to get into those details right now.

They made it to the Cafe right about then. As they parked and Martin hurriedly got out of the car, Grant quickly typed up a message for him, showing it on his own phone's screen once his friend opened up his door for him.

To: Martin

I can remove sounds

He got out of the car after that. He nodded in thanks to Martin for taking him there, then looked over at the Cafe building. He was about to run inside, but then he saw...something, a monster of sorts, leap through the roof and away from the area. He stood there, too stunned to move after seeing that and only barely realizing that they weren't the first to show up.

'Oh God. Please, let Jasmine be ok.'

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Grand Ridge Academy - Conference Room.

Interactions

@Surtr Inc

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Aliana Agüero was not happy.
She was pretty much muddling through the growing negative feelings that this group had brought up for her, and the fact that it was quickly disbanding was even worse. When Lynette returned to her and asked her for a rundown of the situation, she couldn't help the passionate anger that flashed across her face. She held up one hand, adorned in gaudy rings and well manicured.

She began to tick off on her fingers, the ways in which this went horribly wrong. "First off, this was some kind of fucking set up because it obviously wasn't a support group."

She hated this and everything that happened was more than enough to make her wish that she had never left Florida. Obviously something was real fucking screwy in Farmerhill and she wasn't built to deal with this kind of stuff. Something about watching her world crumble around her was enough to set her into that very rare aggressive state. She stood, gesturing around the mostly empty room.

"All of us, that were here a moment ago, all of us have some kind of messed up power," she said this with an overly dramatic flair, "Shadows, fire, and drawings coming to life, oh my!"

With a punctuating point to the door, "And then we all shared a vision with some kind ass backwards fledgling God saying that we should all work in harmony through the power of friendship! Like we're all going to hold hands and start singing together. It's ludicrous. Scott was on the move, we got to see that, so Penny and Count Dorkula and the whole super squad rushed out the door to get him. I'm stuck here because I can barely process this!"

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

@Surtr Inc Me and @Mike73 are finishing up a small collab to pull Martin and Grant to Sucre.

The Marchand School of Sorcery

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☆ Location: Marchand School - Common Room.
☆ Interactions - N/A.

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Sunlight wavering through the trees, the feeling of a breeze biting at his cheeks. The birds around him chorused loudly, he genuinely felt that he was one of them in this moment. He always went here when he was feeling lost, it was the one place that made him feel at home. He liked to climb the highest tree on their property, trying to get higher and higher each time that he scored the branches. He liked to feel the exhilaration of his stomach lurching.

He spread his arms wide to embrace the air around him and he let out a yell into the air, it was lost amongst the rising sounds of summer. He was nothing compared to the noises around him and they seemed to be rising, rising, rising into a crescendo of chirping. He tipped his face to the sky, the sunlight warm on his cheeks and his eyes opening to see the clouds above him. The screeching of cicadas was all that he could hear now, his heart was a bird itself and it was trapped, it was beating against his chest for freedom.

He was so scared but he was also excited, that excitement was what kept him there despite the urge to climb back down. He wavered once, grabbed the trunk carefully and stared out into the open sky beyond. It was beautiful, it went on forever.

He drew in a deep breath, letting his fingers brush over his amulet and that was when he lost his footing.

The world rushed around him in a terrifying and blinding rush of color and sound. He could feel his body plummeting like a stone, the amulet was pressing against his chin as it tried to leave his neck. He was screaming, for real this time, the sound raw and scratchy as it tore out of his throat. He could feel branches whipping at him as he approached the ground, he scrambled to grab at them but they were snapping. His hand tightened over one of them, he took it down with him, and then he landed.

Everything went black after that, but he knew that the ending to this memory. It ended in six stitches. It ended in a scar.

He woke sharply, breathing hard and running his fingers through his golden hair. It was sweaty and standing up in messy clumps, he drug in a breath sharply and shook his head. It was weird to face that memory, it had terrified him as a kid. He guessed that it still kind of terrified him. He'd gotten clumsy and he'd fallen, unfortunately for him, he'd just about sliced open the side of his neck on a splintered tree branch. They had told him that he was lucky that he hadn't gotten a concussion.

He didn't know why the memory was skulking around in his dreams but he didn't appreciate it. It had definitely made his morning a bit shaky, but without checking to see if Canvas was up yet or not, he decided to quickly change. He opted for his usual casual fashionable outfit, a warm green shirt and jeans, he paired them off with his beaten old converse and ruffled his hair to make it more presentable.

He latched his amulet in place, tucking it under his shirt carefully to keep it from prying eyes and he headed out to face the day. It was a sleepy Sunday morning and there weren't too many people that were out and about yet but he could see them starting to wake up. He wanted to get something warm to drink and shake off his dream. It was far too early to be stressing over nightmares and Nolan Santora wasn't the type to waste a fine day by stressing. Most of the time.

So, he made a beeline to the Common Room to get himself something to drink and something to eat. He paused to greet Dawn with a bright wave as he passed her, noting that she seemed to be on her way out but wanting to greet her nonetheless.

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♤ Location: Marchand School - Room 203A.
♤ Interactions - Percival Pelacour - @echoicchamber

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Isaiah Ichorus Parrish was the type of person that naturally rose early but he wasn't the type who went out of his way to socialize. He had grown close to Percival though, something about sharing a room with him had made it kind of inevitable. If Percy had a plan, he was usually dragged along by association and he was fine with that. He enjoyed the boy and he enjoyed his antics. In another life, Percival might have been the kind of kid that he would have avoided but he found him endearing now.

If Percy went somewhere, Isaiah was sure to follow, it was just a lot easier to be a functioning member if society when he had Percival to do all of the socializing. In a way, it was pushing Isaiah out of his shell by making him leave his dorm for something other than classes. It was sort of helping him build this confidence up to face people, it was much easier for the kid to be less of the quiet sarcastic guy and more of well, himself if he had someone he trusted with him.

It was just a lot easier with Percival. "You wanna get breakfast? We can bounce by the common room." he asked, not really because he was hungry but mostly because it was best to take his meds on a full stomach. It was kind of a scheduled thing at this point. He didn't wait for an agreement, just assumed that the boy would follow him there and waved at Dawn as he passed, chewing on the corner of his mouth.

Breaking the Sun

So I just saw Deadpool 2, and I was struck with both delight and horror how similar I made Alex to Wade. Now I'm tossing up whether I should make him more or less similar, because all or nothing, am I right?

EDIT: Oh, I should probably put in this disclaimer as well, I actually made him with the anime Ghost Stories as my main inspiration. Deadpool wasn't in there originally.

@Rabidporcupine

Follow your heart, if he feels like a Wade then let him blossom into a beautiful ..Wade flower?

I've never seen Ghost Stories, I'll have to look into it! Alex is super cool so I'll probably dig it.

Breaking the Sun

@BubblegumQueen & @Lemons & @Days & @Rabidporcupine & @Elevation

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Our official Discord exists now! It's not a requirement to join but it would be cool if you did!

The Haunting of Crestwood Hollow - A Supernatural Thriller

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^{Tuesday, August 21st, 2018}

Summer break was over and that meant that it was time for him to stop messing around again. He had spent his vacation as actively as possible, going anywhere that he could and seeing everything that he could. He wasn't busting windows or smashing mailboxes anymore but he was kicking back at pools and visiting parks. He was going to miss the loose schedule of doing whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. There was a growing discomfort at the idea of being in school again, at listening to teachers direct him around again.

He had never been a model student, he wanted to do things his way or not at all. Teachers liked structure though and that meant that he had to be on his best behavior, his therapist had been telling him throughout summer break that he had to adjust to authority. She understood that he had problems following direction and she was trying to work with him on it, he just couldn't follow why it was so important that he should spend eight hours of his life listening to people lecture him on what skills he'd need in the future. It was all so tedious and boring.

When he finally rolled into the parking lot, he was even less excited if that was possible. The sight of his fellow students was enough to sour his mood but he had to maintain face, he had a reputation to withhold and "angry angsty teenage boy" was not that reputation. He pulled down the sun visor, noting that his hair was doing that floaty, staticky thing again and that he had the expression of someone who's cheerios had been throughly pissed upon. He spent a good moment trying to twist that frown into something more amiable.

When he was sure that he got it under control, he made his first beeline to the auditorium. From there he preceded to sit through a huge waste of time and breath. New faculty, woohoo. He zoned out about halfway through the guy's speech and became lost in picking out pictures in the grain of the wood flooring. It was the bell that jolted him into awareness and he blinked around in confusion as people started filing out the door. This was common for him, of course, but he had missed an entire chunk of the orientation speech.

When he looked beside him, he could see that Cameron had joined him. He must have missed the other boy joining him completely, like he hadn't even been there at all. It was easy to get lost in his head when he didn't care about what was going on, that was another thing that his therapist wanted him to work on. Clearly, he was making progress.

Cameron was gathering his stuff together to seek out his first class, Baron was staring at him dumbly instead of moving. "I- Have you been there the whole time?"

The other boy arched his eyebrows. "You zoned out, man. Sometimes I think you're the spaciest person that I know. We gotta get going or we're going to be late."

"Do we have the same first period?"

"You only wish," said Cameron, shaking his head. "Come on, man. I don't want you to be stuck scraggling on the first day."

"Too late for that but I appreciate the sentiment."

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^{Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 | The Loft}

The school day had gone by as school days often do, he was bored and irritated. There had been a few good points, he found that he really liked his Geography teacher. There were other not-so-good points where he'd gotten into a small tiff with a teacher over answering a question that he hadn't wanted to answer. It hadn't got too out of control but it had made a slight ripple in how he approached the classes that followed. He had missed an entire lesson in one his classes by doodling an abstract rendition of the teacher, he was going to be paying for that one later when there was a test.

He ate lunch with Avery, who he found to be more companionable than Cameron at times. Avery was the type of kid that just made you feel at home. He had been happy to tell him about how his summer had gone and Avery had been happy to hear about it. Though they hadn't discussed much about Avery, they had happily talked about him and he prefered it that way. It had probably been the best part of his day, mostly because he wasn't learning anything and there was food involved. He had been sad when it ended, Avery had hurried off before he could even say that he'd see him later.

Weird kid.

It wasn't until someone gently reminded him that he had one more class to go to that he lost all bearing on pretending to be in a good mood. It was aggravating that he'd have to sit through something that sounded as ridiculous and useless as "social conscience". He didn't have great grades or a great track record, there was no reason that he should have been hand selected for some fancy-smancy psychology class. When he arrived, he realized that the reacher was that new guy that he'd ignored during the orientation.

He sighed loudly and took his seat, folding his arms as he listened to the guy introduce the class that they had been forced into. He hated this almost immediately, he'd never been very good with psychology and he didn't expect that to change any time soon. This place was extremely old by the looks of it and the dust was already agitating his sinuses. Jonas would be lucky if he didn't start sneezing erratically.

The only thing he was feeling conscious of was how much his nose was starting to itch. He tried to answer though, maybe if someone got the right answer then they'd be freed sooner from this dust hell. "Everything animals do is just their nature, they don't understand the consequence of action. Uh cause and effect, it doesn't really matter to animals, not in the way that it should matter to humans."

What had they taught him in therapy about the importance of cause and effect? "I mean, obviously that's what marks a bad person, right? Someone who knows that their cause can have a negative effect but they do it anyway. Animals, they just, they don't have that moral conflict."

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

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Grand Ridge Academy - Conference Room.

Interactions.

@Atrophy & @Surtr Inc & @FernStone & @Spoopy Scary & @Zombiedude101 & @Mike73

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Martin Cromwell was no coward, if he reiterated that enough then maybe he'd start to believe it and start doing something brave. Something braver than standing around here and peering at ominous newspapers all day. The fledgling God had showed them something simplistic, he had recognized the Sucre immediately and he'd even recognized the girl. If he hadn't meant Grant then he might not have recognized her, she was his sister. He hadn't ever spoke to her, just knew that she was his family but seeing her being pursued by that monster had made his stomach turn.

He knew what it felt like to see that thing face to face, to stare into it's emotionless eyes. It was an experience that stuck with him and he was sure that it stuck with everyone else who had watched it bring it's axe down onto the teacher's head. The sound of flesh and bone giving way beneath metal was a constant loop in his dreams, the sound of people screaming and the feeling of his heart slamming hard in his chest, these were the themes of his nightmares. When he wasn't dreaming of shadows, he was dreaming of death.

He wanted to unravel this mystery as much as anyone else, he wanted to completely understand it but he slowly becoming overwhelmed in his own fear. Despite his fear, there was a growing determination inside of him. He didn't want to leave Grant's sister to suffer the fate of that monster and it seemed that Penny had the same idea because she bolted out the door. If he had the guts then he would have asked her if he could hitch a ride but he didn't. He and Penny had a complicated history and he wasn't sure that he was ready to forgive her just yet.

He touched Rita's elbow, a sort of light gesture that he hoped would translate that he'd see her later. He threw open the door to the conference room, blinking in confusion at the sight of Grant and Lynette. It actually managed to stop him in his reverly completely, he didn't know what had brought Grant this way but he knew that he hadn't been on the camping trip. He quickly pulled out his phone, typing as fast as he could without jumbling his letters completely.

To: Grant
I want to say "Hey, man" like I'm not freaking out but I am. Something is going down, I'm very worried and I was going to help. I think your sister may be in trouble.

Aliana wasn't surprised that Penny had been the first to get out the door to help but her powers weren't really offense powers, they were more supportive powers. She wasn't going to be able to make everyone in that area disappear without feeling like she'd hit a brick wall. She was better off staying here with the rest of the group, though she couldn't help but worry about her more reckless friend.

Penny was a tornado at times, so reckless that it was almost self destructive. She did as she pleased and no one had the capability of stopping her unless she wanted to be stopped. It was hard to just accept that, especially with Aliana being as empathetic as she was at times but she also knew that there was no point in trying to pin Penny down. It was best to let her sink or swim on her own accord.

Knowing that did not stop her worry. The little goth guy had rushed out as well, she wasn't sure what he was going to do besides flip the lights on and off but that was his choice. If the kid thought it was best to play the hero role then she wasn't going to stop him either. She just really hoped that no one left this incident in more than one piece. She was also worried about Billy, he seemed to be having a really hard time with the abstraction thing.

She moved so she was closer to him and lightly touched his arm, the gesture was comforting in nature but she didn't really know what to say to him. There wasn't much that she could say.

The Haunting of Crestwood Hollow - A Supernatural Thriller

B A R O N

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^{BARON ANTHONY O'NEIL ◼ AUGUST 23, 2001 ( 17 ) ◼ MALE ◼ BISEXUAL}

^{"Life can be a bit jolting but I'm just taking it day by day."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"If I describe myself as stylishly messy, will it excuse the minimal effort I put into my look?"}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | '5"9

◼ WEIGHT | 134 lbs.

◼ BUILD | Lean.

◼ ETHNICITY | Caucasian.

◼ HAIR COLOR | Blond.

◼ EYE COLOR | Brown.

◼ SCARS | A pale scar located on his left palm.

◼ TATTOOS | N/A.

◼ PIERCINGS | N/A.

//DESCRIPTION:

Confident by nature and confident in stance, this boy holds himself as if he owns the world. He may appear arrogant to some and challenging to others, seemingly wanting to be seen as unbreakable. Though his stances can be lazy and lounging at times, displaying a grace that came with years of his childhood spent in the throes of ballet. He can often be found with his hands in his pockets or his head tipped back as if to better take in the world around him. He leans on things often, cupping his chin as if he has to think about everything before he approaches it.

The boy has a headful of pale blond hair, it's very thick and wavy. It's not quite long or quite short, the ends just reach to his earlobes and frame his face in a complementary way. He has pointed features, a very sharp chin and high cheekbones that invert slightly into a pale and nearly flawless face. While this boy may be unconventionally attractive, his features can appear delicately crafted and very sweet in appearance. His nose is small and aquiline, curved above a mouth that is often sarcastic. This mouth is small, shapely, and soft with a full lower lip that compliments a full upper lip.

He has laughing eyes, shrouded in black eyelashes and heavy-lidded. These eyes are a light brown in shade, appearing nearly mahogany in some light. They are complimented in slight bruising, it gives him the look of someone who is nearly constantly exhausted. His brows are pale in shade and very straight, often serious and low over his eyes. His skin can be described as very pale and porceline-esque with little freckling and very few scars. He seems to have escaped the woes of teenage acne completely and maintains no red marks on his cheeks or jaw.

He's slight of frame, built slender and gangly with very long legs. He has a narrowness to his hips and chest, appearing very skinny and small. His shoulders are pointed and his shape is rail-thin. It's not a stretch to call him skin-and-bones, he maintains little to no muscle. He has very thin arms and narrow wrists leading into bony hands with long fingers. Due to the length of his legs, he can appear taller than he is at times, giving the illusion of being nearly six foot.

He tends to wear comfortable and casual clothing, gravitating towards band t-shirts, skinny jeans, and canvas sneakers. Though, however unlikely, he can be found in more fashionable and exaggerated clothing. He can be found in a variety of jackets and scarves during the winter.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"Just because it's easier to remain stagnant, doesn't mean you should, and I really shouldn't."}

Baron O'Neil was born a native to Concord, New Hampshire and he was spoiled by nurture. A pair of loving parents were a strong part of this young man's upbringing, he was never lonely and his every need was catered to. It was safe to say that he never had to worry about a thing, not only were his parents well off but they loved to shower him in gifts and affection.

His father was very important to him, they had an extremely close bond. His childhood was spent thriving to follow in his footsteps and he was very happy to be compared to him. Baron grew up with no sense of authority, his parents were never any good at punishing him and he began to think that the world was a place where he was free to constantly do as he pleased. Though his teachers were strongly adverse to the idea that he could make his own rules, his parents seemingly encouraged the bad behavior.

He would often drag his friends through his antics and force them to join along in his reckless games. He was often the first to let them take the fall for him. Unsurprisingly, a lot of his friends had gotten tired of him walking all over them and moved onto brighter pastures. When he turned fifteen, everything changed for him.

Tragedy has a funny way of changing a person, and change happened when his father was struck ill. Sickness swept through his father and he eventually passed away. In the passing of his father, Baron was left with a certain kind of hollowness. It was hard not to feel like the world had taken something huge from him. This event lead him into an angry depression, the kind of depression that made him act out in an attempt to staunch the terrible feeling inside of him.

When he was caught smashing in the windows of an abandoned house, a certain concern rose from his teachers and his mother. At his mother's insistence, he eventually attended therapy and it was surprisingly helpful for him. He's still coping with the loss of his father but he's doing much better nowadays.

▼ S K I L L S:

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^{"I guess you could say that I can be rather shocking."}

//SKILLS:

◼ STAMINA | Despite a small build, this boy can push himself to keep going for extended periods of time. Not much can slow him down or stall him. He can also move very quickly, covering long distances in reasonable timing.

◼ BALANCE | As embarassing as it might be for him to admit, the boy took ballet as a child and acquired a kind of perfect sense of balance. He can move elegantly along the edge of sidewalks and he can teeter precariously on the railing of staircases. He likes to show this skill off, it has its benefits.

◼ SOCIAL ETIQUETTE | The boy has a way with words and can seemingly talk himself out of most situations, perhaps it's a natural charm that he has or perhaps he's just good at weaseling out of persecution. Nonetheless, it can be agreed that he knows what to say and when to say it.

◼ BALLET | Starting from the age of six and ending at the age of fourteen, Baron did ballet and he acquired a very marked skill for it. He's very unlikely to talk about this skill.

◼ SEWING | He acquired a skill for sewing over the years, though this skill hasn't had many benefits. He can sew a mean hat.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ UNMOTIVATED | While this boy can be very useful at times, most of the time he's not. He has a tendency towards laziness and refusing to do things that he should do. He will stray away from trying tasks, he will refuse to complete assignments, if you want him to complete anything then you may have to chase him down.

◼ SELECTIVE HEARING | He has a terrible habit of blocking out information that he may not deem of importance to him, this can lead to him being confused by class subjects or downright lost at times. It can be a pain for his teachers to have to deal with.

◼ COWARDLY | There's not a brave bone in his body, at times he can be downright cowardly and he will often be the last to suggest doing something brave.

◼ EMOTIONAL | The boy thinks with his heart, not with his head and that can lead him into trouble or it can lead him into getting hurt. He doesn't seem to realize that it's best to use his logic at times.

◼ REBELLIOUS | He's currently hit the rebellious streak in his life, this is for better or for worse. He wants to do whatever he wants to do and unfortunately, that can be bad at times.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ ALLISON NOELS | His middle school girlfriend, a lover of art and small animals.

▼ FRIENDS

◼ CAMERON KINGSLEY | His childhood best friend and closest confident, a charming class-clown type.

◼ AVERY CONNOR | A friend that he made in group therapy, kind of a shy guy.

▼ ENEMIES

◼ N/A

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ CAFÉS | He doesn't discriminate against a good café, any will do. The young man loves to grab a cup of coffee and kick back. At times he can be found with his laptop or journal, though he tends to forget their presence and end up staring out the window.

◼ GUIDANCE CENTER | He's been going to weekly group therapy for years and can likely be found at the local guidance center on Thursdays.

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ CIGARETTES | Though he can't buy them himself, he has a habit of bumming cigarettes off of whatever poor sucker will bend to his will.

◼ LIGHTER | Pretty cut and close, he keeps a cheap lighter on his person.

◼ WALLET | Containing his school ID, various business cards, and some loose cash.

◼ BRASS RING | It belonged to his father, he refuses to take it off.