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Teddy Bear

_{FC: Steven Chevrin | 845422}

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"Guess we’re still just kids on the run"

Nickname

Teddy, Theo

Age and Birthday

18 - March 14th

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bisexual

Animal Identity

Brown Bear

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Personality

When you meet Theodore his looming precense will feel a little bit intimidating at first. Mostly because his large and forcefull appearance, he stands at 6’ 4’’ so when he enters a room he takes command of it. It might take some time to get to know Teddy but if you finaly break through his stoic wall you will find a burly friendly bear like his nickname entales. Something that signifies Theodore is his booming laugh that can be heard when he gathers with his friends.

He does like to spend time alone and craves his own personal space so you can often find him outside with his guitar in his lap and a chewed-up pencil behind his ear plucking away as if he’s in a trance. If you find him like this be warned not to disturb him because he will get real grumpy and shout at you. There’s nothing more that Teddy likes than a good argument, he will go full force even if he is in the wrong due to his single-mindedness. He will batter you into submission if he has too as long as he steps away as the winner.

If you get swept up into the intense person that is Teddy you will find that he will stand by you in whatever you might want to do. He might not agree with you but if he considers you as a friend he will have your back. He is also very protective of the ones he holds dear so if he senses any form of disrespect he will hunt the one who did it down and make them answer to him.

Fun Facts

✸ Chews on everything (Pens, pencils, his own thumb)
✸ Has a huge appetite
✸ Stays active by going on jogs around campus and lifting weights in the gym but sometimes his energy runs low and he needs to just loaf around.
✸ Plays the guitar very well
✸ Is an expert napper.
✸Loves folk music

Dreams

Teddy just wants to have a normal family with a bunch of kids. He just wants to live a laid back kind of life.

Likes/Dislikes

✔ Grilled Salmon
✔ Ensamble bands
✔ Drinking (beer and gin and tonics)
✔ Hiking in the forest
✘ Reading
✘ Being proven wrong
✘ Techno music
✘ Waking up

Fears

Becoming a fuckup like his own father and not being able to provide for his future family.

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History Pre-Memory Loss

Theodore was the firstborn son to lower-middle-class parents in the rural town of Whitefish, Montana. His mother did her best staying at home trying to wrangle the pack of children that she and her husband decided to have. As mentioned, Teddy was the oldest of five, having two brothers and two sisters who he grew up being very protective of. His father was a meek temperamental man that made minimal effort to provide for his family at his job as an office worker. Usually, when their father came home after a long day he would take his frustrations out on his children mostly verbally, Theo saw to that. Whenever it looked like things would get physical between his father and any of his siblings Theo would be there to get in between. Seeing as even at a young age Teddy was larger than his father, he could stop most altercations.

He kind of started his own little family when he and some of his closest friends started an indie folk/rock band. He ends up spending more time at their rehearsals than at his house. Which lead to him growing more and more apart from his parents. He and his siblings still have a close bond though and he loves every last one of them. Though being the eldest brother has resulted in his brothers and sisters coming to him to solve most of their problems. Be it driving them to baseball practices or just being their driver in general. And even if it annoyed him to no end he begrudgingly obliges because that’s what big brothers do right?

But as he got older the more Teddy realized he couldn’t stay in that house if he wanted to become his own person and helping his siblings getting out from under their tyrannical father’s thumb. So he decided to leave out on the road with his band to play shows and try to be signed. This, of course, was shown to be easier said than done. Soon enough the group of youngsters found themselves struggling with making ends meet. It was like a sign above when Teddy saw the flyer that advertised something called “Project Untamed” which promised payment for just going through some tests. Desperate, Theodore made the call and the rest is history.

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Extra Information

I would say… Buffalo chicken tenders!

Project Untamed

Here she is @Melissa

Character Sheet- Foxy Frankie

_{FC: Robin Owens | 839BD5}

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"I’m the King of Nothing but the Queen of the World"

Nickname

Frankie

Age and Birthday

17 - June 6th

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Animal Identity

Arctic Fox

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Personality

Fracesca could be seen roaming the halls of the school daydreaming and scheaming, not caring about anything but herself. If you say that to her face Frankie will take great offense. She cares! She’s a vegitarian to take a stand for the animals, even though she craves a good steak somtimes (“What do you mean quinoa isn’t ethically vegitarian?!”), she cares deeply about the refugee crisis (“If I had money I would totally donate”) but she is busy with painting and living her life. What’s a girl to do?

Rumors spread fast through the halls about Frankie being one of the school’s biggest teases. And rumors almost always has one foot in reality. Flirting is her favorite language to use on a daily bases and has been known to jump from guy to guy. Frankie loves to play with her ‘pray’, stinging them along and never settling with anyone. The thought of being tied
down scares her and in her mind symbolizes being caged.
Some of her former life still shines through in the fact that Francesca hates doing any kind of work. If she could choose she would rather have somebody else do everything for her while she sits in the art studio painting all day.

Habits/Quirks/Fun Facts

✸ Paints her nails several times a day
✸ Collects sunglasses
✸ Writes down facts about people in her notebooks
✸ Dozes of in class all the time
✸ Loves to paint with aquarelles
✸ Is a slave to the internet, can spend hours on youtube

Dreams

The only thing that Frankie has always been passionate about is painting. She has dreamed of being able to support herself by just doing that. Being known for her work would, of course, be a huge bonus.

Likes/Dislikes

✔ Makeup
✔ A fresh set of brushes
✔ Coffeebased drinks
✔ Wildflowers
✘ Reading
✘ Greasy food
✘ Non dreamers
✘ Being ignored

Fears

In a school filled with big strong personalities Frankie’s biggest fear is falling behind and being forgotten. Left to roam this world alone.

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History Pre-Memory Loss

Born on a early summers evening Francesca Cornelia Allensworth was the first daughter of Walter & Naomi Allensworth. Being the middle child in a trio of very spoiled children gave Frankie a special world view. She lived in a world where anything was possible for her and her siblings, where compromise was nothing you had to think about. When one of the county’s best defence lawyers were your father, you didn’t have to worry much about consequences either.

The Allensworth trio consisted of Francesca, Charlotte and Richard. They could be seen moving through the social elite of Seattle with ease not having a care in the world, or at least that is what people said about them. The siblings were very close and did mostly everything together.

But then tragedy struck. Walter and Naomi got into a horrible car accident one rainy September night. After hours in the ICU waiting room, the siblings were informed by the doctor that unfortunately, they were not able to save their parent’s lives. Grief-stricken, they were comforted by the funds that their parents had left them so they at least could fend for themselves. Or so they thought anyway.

At it turns out Walter was not the upstanding citizen of the community that he portrayed outward. Not only was he deep indebted to one of Seattle’s biggest drug gangs it was also revealed that he had done business with a lot of shady clients to get where he was. That included taking bribes and tampering with evidence.
Meaning that the funds that were left for the Allensworth children were sucked dry very quickly. And this combined with the fact that neither Walter or Naomi had any living relatives to take the children resulted in them being separated and put into the foster system.

Being a teenager in the system was not an easy thing. The chance of someone wanting a 15-year-old was slim to none. So instead Frankie focused all of her time trying to find her siblings and figuring out a way where they could be together again.

She had almost given up when one day two Doctors by the names of Wayman and Hagerty came to the foster home. And for some reason, they were looking for healthy teenagers and not small children that most where. Being one of the few teenagers at the home Frankie decided to go with them. Being outside of the home would make it easier to maybe find her brother and sister. But that, as it turns out, was going to stay a dream for Frankie.

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Extra Information

I would say… Buffalo chicken tenders!

Project Untamed

I too am caving!

Frankie Allensworth | FC: Robin Owens | 839BD5 | Arctic Fox

Project Untamed

*eyes emoji*

Meadow University

“Oh?” Bastíen surprised by Elliot’s comment. They had spoken before? Well obviously about nothing of substance since he Bastíen didn’t remember it at all. There he went again saying something about that he didn’t look like someone that could play the piano well… who was he to judge that? Bas’ eyebrows were still placed high on his face as he continued to survey the fidgety Elliot that stood in front of him. An intense look came over the tall young man as he stood up from his stool.

He took a deep breath and stood up. “Well… Elliot,” he said smoothly taking a step closer to the bespectacled young man. “Who says I can’t be both… huh?” he inched closer to Elliot, keeping his intense stare on his face. Bas could see that he was uncomfortable and that was something that Bastíen wanted to explore. He lowered his face so it was just inches away from Elliot. “Maybe I’m someone who knows that I’m the shit…. because I am very good at playing the piano” he whispered slowly inspecting Elliot’s face a smug smile spreading as he did so.

Now that the only sound was the muffled music coming from outside of the cabin you could almost hear the tension between them. A small soft chuckle escaped the Bonfamille as he finally broke eye contact looking down at his fidgeting fingers. “So as it seems like you have a feel of who I am… tell me, Elliot, what are you good at?” The smug smile was still intact as he took a small step back, crossing his arms in front of him.

“Let me guess…” he mused after a beat of silence, “You write poetry? Or… you take retro photographs that you put on Instagram… making the whole process redundant.” another small laugh escaped Bastíen “Am I close?” he asked the boy in front of him.

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

Yeah... she's going to have a bad summer!

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

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Even though Nathan had woken up two hours ago, he had been lying in bed for at least an hour, looking up at the cracked ceiling of his basement bedroom. Today was the day that he and his friends had planned to leave town and travel across the country. That wasn’t really what was bothering the young man. No, the feeling that was eating him up inside was guilt. Guilt: because he had yet to tell his sister that he was planning on not coming back. So there he was, still in bed, chewing on the inside of his cheek and rehearsing the dialogue in his head for the fifteenth time. With a frustrated grunt, he threw off the covers and finally got out of bed. After a quick shower and finally getting dressed, Nate grabbed the two duffle bags he had meticulously packed the night before and his backpack before heading upstairs.

At the kitchen table, he found his sister eating breakfast with her back turned to him. Nathan paused in his tracks. He sighed before dropping his bags on the floor as noisily as possible to announce his presence. His sister didn’t move a muscle, much less turn around. She was still pissed. A deep sigh left the boy as he rounded the table and took a seat across from Addison.

“Hello…?” he asked while tilting his head, almost laying it flat on the table trying to make his sister look at him. But she just stared down into her bowl of cereal without acknowledging his existence.

“Look… I know you are angry.” He started as he leaned back in his chair, staring out of the window. “But I just can’t… stay here anymore. I just can’t watch him walk around like a zombie and sit in his chair as he stares out into the void. I need to get out of this fucking city. I- I need to find out who the fuck I am! And I can’t do it holed up in this house.” he lamented. His head snapped back to attention as his sister suddenly stood up, stormed towards the sink and threw her bowl into it.

“Just shut up, Nate…” she hissed and stomped out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

“Come on, Addie!” the boy called meekly after his sister before hearing her bedroom door slam shut.

He rubbed his face in frustration, exhaling loudly out of his nose. Getting up from the table felt much heavier after hearing the hurt in her voice. But he had people expecting him. So he slowly got up, grabbed his keys off the table and headed out the front door.

There in the driveway stood the beautiful creature that Chris had helped restore to its former glory: his grandfather’s old Volkswagen Camper. Nate let his hand caress the now shiny green exterior before he slid the side doors open. The inside the van now resembled a very tiny apartment beautifully decorated by Ivy and fully stocked with snacks courtesy of Ava.

Nathan couldn’t help but smile while he loaded his bags in the back and jumped into the driver’s seat. Starting the van, you would think it was brand new. Now, it was purring like a kitten, whereas before it was coughing like an asthmatic chain-smoker. Chris really was a miracle worker. The young man put on his Spotify playlist, pulled out of the driveway and was on the road toward his first stop: his best boy Leon’s house, which took about 3 seconds of drive time down the street.

Rolling down the window, Nate stuck out his head and looked up to the open window he knew was Leon’s. “Come on, big boy! We’re going to be late!” He yelled, honking the horn to hopefully tear his friend’s attention from staring at his abs in the mirror.

“Clothes, check. Deodorant, check. Toothbrush...ehhhh, check!” The young athlete murmured to himself as he went over everything he had packed in his duffles and backpack. Leon particularly hated packing, not so much the act of it as the responsibility of making sure he had everything he needed. He forgot things pretty often and if it wasn’t something important to bring with him, it was something as mundane as a stray sock left in a hotel room. Despite all that, he was determined, it took him nearly a week to convince his dad to let him go on this trip at all, instead of focusing on more training before college; eventually pops relented. Satisfied he had everything he needed he quickly threw on a dark grey, sleeveless hoodie, grabbed his stuff and headed straight for the do-

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Ah shit… Dropping his bags he turned around to face his father. “Hey pops, uh..out, remember? We talked about this?”

The older man looked Leon up and down a bit, almost analytically, his eyes slightly scrunched up.“Oh I remember...but you’ve clearly forgotten something?” Slowly he stepped forward.

Leon however, looked rather confused, “Forgotten what? I got all my stuff packed, I did my morning run, did my weight lifting,” he said all this while counting on his fingers, “I mean..I know I forgot to eat breakfast, and I know I know, 2,000 to 3,000 calories a day, but that’s why I packed the protein shake and we’ll have plenty of food on the trip an-” and almost immediately Leon shut up as his old man embraced him.

“Listen, kid: you don’t forget to hug your old man before you leave for a long trip. You go out there and have fun, but when you get back,” and almost as if to emphasize with a tighter squeeze, “I’m gonna really bust your ass to train before your first day of school, got it?”

Relieved, Leon hugged his old man back, clapping him hard on his back, “Got it pops.” That’s about the time he heard the familiar honking and muffled voice of his bestest broseph stalin. “Alright pops, I gotta go, I’ll give you a call later when I get a chance!” With that he grabbed his gear, bolted out the door, shoved it into Nate’s van before he clambered into the passenger seat.

“Go. Drive.”

And before he knew it, he was off, his dad waving from the door in the rear view mirror as Leon breathed a sigh of relief. “Perfect timing man, thought I was gonna shit a brick when pops stopped me in the doorway.”

Nathan just laughed and turned the engine back on and drove away. “How is the old man? I’m surprised he even let you go! You’ve got to send him training updates every day I’m sure…” he joked as he looked religiously in the side mirror, driving a large van like this was so much harder than he thought.

Leon sighed, rubbing his head, “It took some convincing, but yea I was just as surprised as you.” Leaning back in his seat to look out the window he continued, “He actually took it better than when I broke my arm when I was twelve, you remember that right? When I climbed up the neighbor’s tree and fell? Bastard grounded me for a month and made me run double time suicide runs.” His legs still hurt just thinking about it, but that was all in the past and it was time to look forward to something fun...speaking of looking forward. “So...how did you sister take the news?”

Nate fell silent, biting his lower lip. After a while he just shrugged “As good as she could have I guess…” he paused again as he drove down the familiar streets. “She’s pissed. Who can blame her, being alone in that house with that man.” He tightened the grip on the steering wheel. He felt himself getting worked up so in his mind he counted to three before letting it go. “But let’s not dwell on that! We just have one more stop and then we’ll be on our way to adventure!” He exclaimed excitedly.

Leon paused, slightly dumbstruck as he had to think a moment, “Wait...who are we picking up again?”

“Valeria… AJ said she didn’t have another ride.” The other man sighed making a left turn towards where he remembered the Drake residence to be located.

“Oh...shit...dude I don’t know if I should even be in the same car as her right now, she might not even come if she sees me rolling up with you.” He scratched the back of his head as he looked out the window, still remembering how as of late she’d been avoiding him like the plague, or at the very least someone with really bad B.O.

A small laugh escaped Nathan “She’ll have no choice dude… what’s going on with you two anyway?” He asked as they drew closer to her house.

“Dude, I already told you, we went to prom, I took her home and then next time we were at school she started avoiding me. I don’t know what the hell I did, I thought we had a fun time and I mean...I know I can be pretty dense, but I’d like to think I know when people are having fun.” He leaned back into his seat, his eyes scrunched tight trying to think of what to do, “I wish I knew what to tell you, but I’m just as lost as you are...if only there was a way we could get her to tell us why she keeps avoiding me…”

“Well you’re about to find out...she’s out on her driveway” Nate pointed a finger to the small figure standing with her arms crossed on the sideway.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck uh, uh uh…” Leon looked around frantically, he needed to hide, somewhere, anywhere. Finally looking behind him, a bulb lit itself in his head. “Nate, I know I do a lot of stupid shit, but trust me when I say, this is my best idea yet.” Without further words, Leon slipped out from his seat and clambered into the back, threw the packs aside before laying flat and covering himself up with the luggage, becoming one with the duffle.

Surprised by his best friend's sudden movement and swerved the van as he tried to regain his composure. “Leon what the fuck?!” He exclaimed, turning to look back at Leon burying himself under all of their bags.

His head poked through the luggage, “Leon isn’t here right now, please don’t blow my cover.” His head slowly receded as though he were slipping his head beneath water.

“Whatever dude…” Nate sighed as he put the van in park, shaking his head. He got out of the van trying to smile as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

“Hey Valeria! You ready?”

Meadow University

Playing the piano even when it was a crusty old keyboard has always transported Bastíen to his own world. His fingers moved over the plastic keys while the party went on outside of the cabin. Ever since he was little Bas liked to be alone and practice playing. It all stemmed from his mother wanting him to become a cultured young gentleman. So for as long as he could remember it had been three hours of piano playing at least once a day. For young Bastíen it had never been a chore like his siblings felt about what their mother wanted them to do.

So Bastíen was oblivious to the other person entering the room from the stairs. He kept playing increasing in intensity before reaching a climax with a flip of his hair. The sudden clapping made the piano player jump and look around frantically.

"Hey that was pretty awesome, didn't take you for a piano kind of guy." The other person said as he slowly moved around the room. Who was he? And how would he know what kind of ‘guy’ he Bastíen was? Everyone knew the piano was 70% of what made him.

Bas raised an eyebrow while he was searching for a name deep inside his mind. He was coming up blank. His powder blue eyes surveyed the young man up and down but to no avail. He looked like someone that would go through his time at Meadow without making much noise or fanfare for himself and that was probably why Bastíen hadn’t bothered remembering who he was.

"I'm surprised this is still even here and and working, based on how dirty this place is no one's been here in a minute." the guy continued as he came around looking at the old keyboard.

“I’m sorry… who are you?” Bastíen deadpanned while he crossed his legs looking up at the guy. “I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s just that you seem to know who I am… and what kind of ‘guy’ I am so I just think I ought to know who you are.” he plastered on a soft smile.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

In the packed classroom, Julie rested her head on her slender hand looking at Mrs. Sanders with an utterly bored expression on her face. The redhead let out a small jawn as their teacher droned on and on about this stupid dance. This school put way too much emphasis on couplings and dances. Honestly, Julie couldn’t care less… but of course, the dance was mandatory as always when it came to King’s. She and Chanel will probably just go together anyway.

Julie stood up quickly as they were excused and left the classroom with a huff. The girl had been very annoyed at the faculty and the school as a whole lately. Topped off by the incident between her and Kavi earlier in the week. She floated down the hallway without much of a plan of where she was going. Soon enough she found herself standing in front of the library, a place that she didn’t frequent even though she probably should’ve.

With a shrug, she hiked up her MacMillan bag further up her shoulder before making her way over to a corner table. She sat in silence looking out of the window deep in thought. Did she even have any other friends for her to ask to this stupid thing? Not really. Maybe she would just wait until someone asked her. And then if no one asked her she could maybe be excused from it? Maybe she could go on a vacation to visit her sister in Milan instead?