Sugar and Spite

Edenridge

Erin Jude Blake

Name

Erin Jude Blake

Nicknames

• E
• Some people just call her Jude.

Age

Twenty // November 28th.

Gender

Female.

Sexuality

Polyaramous Bisexual.

Relationship Status

Single.

Appearance Details

• Hair: Blonde || Mid-back length and straight || Usually left free falling or pulled up into a bun. Erin doesn’t focus on her hair that much.
• Eyes: Ocean Blue.
• Height: Five feet, ten inches.
• Body Type: A thin hourglass shape. Erin has long legs, tanned skin from being outdoors a lot, and just enough booty to make you look.
• Clothing Style: On most days, Erin is damn near always seen in jeans. Her closet is full of skinny jeans and denim shorts, most of which are high waisted. For footwear, Erin loves hiking boots and Vans. Her selection of tops is all over the place, and she goes bare faced for the most part. She does enjoy getting dressed up from time to time, and enjoys wearing skirts.
• Makeup Wise: Mascara, and lip gloss. Eyeliner when she’s feeling super fancy. Erin doesn’t really like to wear make up for the most part.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Both of her earlobes are pierced. She also has a helix piercing in her right ear, and her belly button is pierced as well. She leaves the jewelry out of her bellybutton piercing the majority of the time.

Personality Traits

Most people who have met Erin describe her as being like a puppy. She’s inviting, gives out compliments like candy, and is always eager to please. She’s nearly always cheerful, and tends to look on the brighter side of things. Erin floats around the school grounds taking pictures of everyone and everything - sometimes capturing things she doesn’t intend to. Erin is the sort of person that has a heart of gold, and treats others the way that she wants to be treated.

Erin is loyal to a fault, and always tries to see the best in people. This often lands her in some very sad and sticky situations when people turn out to not be who she thought that they were. Erin has a very hard time telling people no, and is known to be very trustworthy. Erin often finds herself harboring peoples secrets, and has never leaked anything to anyone unless someone was in danger. Much like her father, Erin is corny, and always has a pun up her sleeve. Erin also gets her compassion and caring nature from her father, and does her best to spread the love.

Do not be fooled by her good side.

Erin also has a badass for a mother, and learned things over the years from her as well. Erin gets her bluntness from her mother, but she tries to word things in a friendly manner. Her mother is also determined and confident - two other things that translated well into Erin’s personality. Her mothers flirtatious and sexual side also transferred over. Of course, the one thing that it seems all the children in the Blake family inherited from their mother is her temper.

It takes a lot to push Erin to her limit, as she’s a very patient, kind, and forgiving person. But piss her off one good time, and you’ll find yourself pinned up to a wall while those blue eyes start to look more like flames.

Biography

”Er… Hi. I’m Erin. Erin Jude Blake. Third and final child of the Blake family, and the only girl. My brothers and I came into this world as a set of three on Thanksgiving Day. Mom and dad were celebrating their engagement one night, and knew they wanted kids. They just didn’t expect all of us to come at once.

My mom is Jasper Blake. Some of you might know her as Jasper Delamar. She’s a world renowned chef, owning five restaurants located in LA, New York, Paris, London, and then Charlotte, North Carolina. All of these restaurants specialize in different foods and different settings and they’ve all been awarded at least one Michelin Star. She’s also the star of the cooking show ’Cooking With Confidence: At Home with Jasper Blake.’ She also has another show that’s in the works to be produced right now, but she’s not given us that many details on it.

My Dad is Nathaniel Harvey Blake III - a famous photographer. Growing up, you could say that I was a daddy’s girl. Dad had a camera, so I had to have one. Dad took pictures, so I had to take pictures. Dad had jokes, so I had to have jokes… you get the point. I always wanted to be like dad. I still do.

I guess I should tell you about my brothers. There’s Nate the fourth - or Neal, as he likes to be called. I got dad’s photography, and Neal got mom's cooking gene. Neal got more of dad's personality like me, and Damon wound up with moms. We’re still waiting on him to find his special talent, but we love him all the same without one.

I started messing around with photography probably when I was like… six, I think? Dad helped me hold the camera up so that I could take pictures and such. It just sort of grew from there. Growing up on five hundred acres in the middle of the North Carolina wilderness meant that I had a lot of opportunities for taking bomb ass pictures - especially when it snowed. Sometimes I would pack up and just go out there for a week or two at a time and just camp, trying to find the best shots. I’ve always felt pretty at home with nature. We moved to Edenridge the summer before freshman year, and we kept our home in NC as a getaway. We moved here because Mom and her brother have always been super close, and since Uncle Ty and Aunt Junie moved here, so did we.

School was school. It’s not my favorite thing in the world, but it’s there, and I really liked it at Edenridge high, at least until… the shooting.

Let me make it clear that I never blamed Charlie - I blamed us - all of us that missed the signs and the warnings, and I blame myself most of all for not being there for him when he needed me to be. Charlie and I really hit it off Freshman year, and then after everything with Allison…. I just wonder what would have happened if I had reached out to him more.

I was in the cafeteria for the shooting. I remember hiding in the kitchen, and peaking around the corner. Charlie saw me, and he started walking over, and I…. started begging for my life. I kept reminding him of that science project that we did together, and I had no idea if he was going to… going…. Going to…..

In the end, he walked away. I think the cops had come in and he took off running or something. Everything is sort of blurry, and I just… I don’t like to think about it.

I finished off the school year fine enough, I guess. Nothing… has really been right since the shooting. At least not for me.

My cousin, Serena, started drinking even more. Neal and Damon ended up just as scared as I did. Maybe more. I’ve been traveling to different places in an attempt to build up my portfolio. I’m coming back to Edenridge for the reunion.

Family

Nathaniel Blake Harvey III - Father
Jasper Vivonna Blake (Formerly Delamar) - Mother
Neal Blake - Older brother (technically)
Damon Blake - Younger brother (technically)

Misc.

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• She’s the youngest, the only girl, and the tallest triplett of the bunch. Erin loves to tease her brothers about their height.
• Owns a Mojave Banana ball python named Louie.
• Is very active on social media. Erin has three instagram accounts. The first one is a joint account with her brother, Neal. Neal is a food stylist, so Erin takes pictures of his work and they post them online so that they may both get practice.
  
  • Her second account is for her solo work. Here you can find pictures of nature, people, and other various things. She’s always looking for people to model for her. Her tag for this instagram is simply her name: @Erin_Blake.
  • Erin’s third and final Instagram account is for her to do normal teen shit on. Pictures of her, her friends, and her adventures can be found here. The tag for this account is @Nature_Baby
• She's also active on Facebook, Snapchat, and TikTok (she posts her failed dancing attempts and nature videos here).
• Erin snorts when she laughs, causing her to blush and laugh even harder from embarrassment.
• She’s allergic to cashews, celery, and watermelon.
• She’s obsessed with the movie Dirty Dancing. The dancing, the music, the Swayze. She loves everything about it.
• Erin is handy in the kitchen, though she is nowhere near as creative or as good as her brother, Neal.
• She speaks English, Spanish, and Italian.
• Erin loves classical music, and the older music of the 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s. She’ll listen to today's current music, and even enjoys most of it - but her heart lies in the oldies.
• Despite her innocent and wholesome appearance, Erin is actually a pretty sexual and flirtatious person.
• She loves marijuana.
• She currently works as a freelance photographer, and has been hired to do photo shoots for a few big named magazines and famous people.
• Drives a solid black Jeep Wrangler.

Edenridge

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Serena wasn’t looking forward to returning to Edenridge.

She loved her family, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was actually looking forward to the family reunion. Of course she was going to have to deal with the memories of her hometown. Then there was the added pressure of keeping up the lie that she was sober around her parents. Serena only hoped that returning to Edenridge wouldn’t make things worse.

She was wrong.

With a scream trapped in her throat, blankets thrown to the floor, and tears running down her face, Serena woke up in one of the rooms that belonged to the local hotel. Legs pulled up to her chest, the young woman wrapped her arms around herself as she rocked back and forth on the bed. It was a desperate attempt to hold herself together, and it failed with each memory racing through her head.

The sound of Charlie's shoes thudding on the floor of the school halls. The gunshots. That unmistakable sound of bodies falling to the floor. Screaming. The smell of blood.

She wasn’t sure how long she laid there, shaking and crying silently. By the time Serena had found the strength to climb out of the bed, the sun was coming through the curtains. With a groan, she rolled over to see that the alarm clock read eight in the morning. Knocking the clock to the floor, Serena decided that the best thing to calm her aching muscles would be a warm shower.

Climbing out of the bed, Serena allowed the water to warm up before she climbed in the shower. As the water ran over her body, Serena felt herself instantly relax. Once showered and dried off, the young woman chose her look for the day. She was back in Edenridge for the first time since graduation, and she’d rather die than look like garbage while walking around in town in front of the people she used to know.

Once her wig had been applied, Serena took extra care in applying her makeup. Her outfit for the day was simple, but a quick glance in the mirror was enough to let her know that she had made the right choice. Dressed in a black sweater, black jeans, and high-heeled boots, Serena grabbed her purse and car keys before exiting the hotel.

Not wanting to go to her parents house quite just yet, Serena drove around the town aimlessly while listening to the radio. Old habits were hard to kill, and Serena found proof of that as she pulled into the parking lot of the liquor store. Walking into the store, she was greeted by a bored looking dark haired gentleman.

Grabbing a bottle of Grey Goose, Serena cracked it open and began drinking it straight from the bottle on her way to the register.

“You know, you should really pay for that first,” the clerk said, glaring.

”Oh relax,” she retorted, putting the bottle down on the counter for him to scan. ”You’ll get your money.”

After her card was swiped, and the payment was processed, Serena snatched the bottle back up from the counter and took another drink while walking towards the exit. Once back in her car, Serena put her bottle of booze in her purse. As much as she would have liked to have only vodka for breakfast, Serena could hear her mother scolding her in her mind.

Leaving the liquor store, Serena headed towards the Cafe for a proper breakfast.

Rosefell High.

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Christian was chatting it up with Spike and Eleazar - right up until the moment when an unnamed goddess decided to approach the grill herself.

”We totally have cheese,” he blurted out. ”I uh… I’m Christian, by the way,” he said, offering her a hand to shake while grabbing his plate from Eleazar.

Stuffing his hamburger into his mouth, Christians eyes widened. ”Dudes,” he said, turning back to Spike and Eleazar. ”These are fucking amazing. Thank you.”

As a scruffy looking character approached the group, Christian waved the smoke out of both his and the goddesses face. Taking another bite, Christian thoroughly chewed and swallowed his food before speaking again.

”Don’t just blow smoke everywhere by yourself, fam. Pass that shit so we can all blow clouds.”

Rosefell High.

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Being a short person was not a fun thing, and Billie was painfully reminded of that as she elbowed, shoved, and stomped on peoples feet to get through the crowd.

”He better stay right the fuck there,” she grumbled, returning a glare that she was getting from one of the cheerleaders.

Billie never imagined that her first real life movie like scene would be this moment, but yet here she was with music that was too loud, lights that were too bright, and getting lost in the crowd just like some stupid cliche. The thought only fueled her anger.

Caspian had been avoiding her for weeks. He had practically disappeared over the summer, then he had appeared to have returned to his normal usual self - only for Callie to vanish into thin air and for Caspian to go back to ignoring Billie. To say that the young woman was pissed was an understatement.

Of course she wasn’t actually angry at Caspian; She was just genuinely concerned for her friends. The truth was that Billie Jean Grey cared, and in certain instances like these, she cared perhaps a little too much.

Breaking through on the other side of the crowd, Billie jerked her head from side to side, eyes wide, in a frantic search to find the Vampire King.

Climbing on top of a chair, Billie crossed her arms and scanned the room one final time before hopping down and looking out on the back lawn to see if he had escaped through the back door.

With a stomp of her foot, Billie took a deep breath and clenched her fists. She was not about to be the sad tipsy girl, but no matter how many times she told herself that, she couldn’t help but let a tear or two fall.

”Cas… you absolute fool,” she mumbled defeatedly. ”You complete and utter ass…”

The shock of someone bumping into her broke her out of her sad girl moment, her lips curling back in disgust as she scoffed and marched off in an attempt to find Nicholas.

Walking back into the kitchen, Billie threw back her head in defeat as she assessed the situation in front of her. ”Absolutely the fuck not. Nicholas Salvador Grey - we are not doing this again.”

While Billie was happy as long as her brother was happy, she was damn near tired of his obsession with redheads, and to be quite frank Billie just wasn’t impressed with his next target. Nicholas could do better. Billie knew it, he knew it, and hopefully the other girl knew it as well.

Of course Billie would have let Nicholas have his fin on any other night - but not tonight. She was needy, she was emotional, and her brothers attention wasn’t about to be wasted on some doe-eyed hoe when Billie needed him as badly as she did.

Rosefell High.

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With a smug look on her face, Raven bobbed and weaved through the massive crowd of people while sending Alina a where are you text.

An SOS from Alina could mean anything. The problem at hand could be Alina’s anxiety, an issue with Niki or Caspian, just the simple need for company, or a multitude of other things. Nonetheless, Raven was prepared to help her friend with whatever it was that she needed.

Now if I was Alina… where would I be....

Scanning the crowd, Raven spotted a few familiar faces. She was interested in talking to none of them at the moment. She had a one track mind - at least she did before she spotted the drink table, and as luck would have it Alina was right beside the booze!

It was nice to see her friend's face. It was not nice to see the dark haired boy close to her. Was he the reason that Alina had sent an SOS? There was only one way to find out.

Practically shoving people out of her way as she went, Raven approached the drink table with her chin held high. Cutting right between Alina and the stranger, Raven snatched up a bottle of Patron before turning to her friend with a smile.

”Help has arrived, darling,” Raven announced cheerfully. Completely ignoring the young man, Raven took a drink straight from the bottle. ”Please tell me this guy isn’t acting like… all the other guys?”

Edenridge

Bradley Elijah King

Name

Bradley Elijah King

Nicknames

• Brad
• Eli

Age

Twenty

Gender

Cis Male.

Sexuality

Bisexual.

Relationship Status

Single

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown | Straight | Bradleys hair is cut short on the sides, and left to grow freely on top. His hair is roughly six inches long, and is sometimes combed back when he needs to look professional.
• Eyes: Hazel
• Height: Five feet, ten inches.
• Body Type: Mesomorph - Abbs for days, muscled physique.
• Clothing Style: Casual | Jeans and random t-shirts. The occasional button down. He still wears Converse sneakers.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:Small cuts and burns decorate Bradleys arms. He has a large burn scar on his right upper arm.

Personality Traits

Creative - Headstrong - Romantic - Charming - Impulsive - Caring - Supportive - Well Mannered - Loner - Emotionally Distant

Biography

Bradley was born and raised in Ednenridge his whole life, and has never left the state of Massachusetts.

He was the product of a one night stand on Prom night. His father - John - proposed to his mother - Samantha - shortly after she announced the news. Both of them came from families with strong faiths, opinions, and traditions - so the kids did what they thought needed to be done. John was prepared to work at his fathers mechanic shop in order to support his family; Samantha wanted an abortion. The young couple clashed and finally came to a compromise - Samantha would have the child, but would give up her parental rights to John and would want nothing to ever do with said child. Fully for the challenges of parenting, John agreed.

Bradley lived a fairly normal life in a double side on the more southern part of town with his father and grandfather. Both of them assisted in raising Bradley to be a kind hearted, respectful gentleman. He started playing football from a young age, and was a Quarterback for most of his time as a player - including all of his time at Edenridge High. He maintained a steady C average for most of his time spent in school, and spent most of his afternoons in his family's mechanic shop.

Bradley thrived in high school. He was liked by many, had excellent luck in the dating department, and saved up money while working at the shop. When he turned 16, Bradley’s grandfather gave him his 1969 Baby Blue Mustang. He finally worked up the courage to ask out his longtime crush - Lexi. She said yes, and over the course of the next year the two of them fell madly in love. Bradley found out that Lexi was pregnant the summer before Senior year, and instantly jumped at the chance to support Lexi no matter her decision. The young woman decided to keep her child, with support from the King family. Lexi had to move in with the Kings following her announcement, due to her family kicking her out of the home.

Both Bradley and Lexi intended to finish highschool and support each other through it all.

Charlie ruined that plan.

The morning the shooting happened, Bradley and Lexi had arrived early that morning in the cafeteria for breakfast. When Charlie opened fire on the room, Lexi was hit in the throat and right leg while getting up to throw away her trash. Bradley rushed to her side, doing her best to control the bleeding, and making her the promise that everything was going to be okay.

Nothing was okay after that day.

Bradley’s grades slacked off. The Coach was lenient and allowed him some time to get back on track, and heavily encouraged him to do so. Bradley barely made it through Senior year, but ended up with his diploma. After school ended, Bradley fell into somewhat of a sad pattern. He wakes up every day and helps his father run Kings Mechanics, comes home to cook, watch the evening news, and lay out on the ceiling of the house to stare at the stars while listening to shitty Indie music.

The young man spends his days feeling as if he’s just floating mindlessly through life. He’s desperately trying to find something or someone to change his outlook on life.

Family

John King - Father
Richard King - Grandfather
Samantha Davis - Estranged Mother

Misc.

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• Bradley is an insomniac
• Lowkey has thought about going to therapy in order to get help with his issues due to the shooting.
• Bradley suffers from a mild paranoia, and anxiety.
• Losing Samantha, his unborn child, and a few other friends that day has made Bradleys outlook for the future very dim.
• He works at the family’s mechanic shop, Kings Mechanics. They specialize in oil changes, brake changes, engine repairs, etc.
• Bradley loves to cook.
• He can play the guitar.
• His best friend is his dog. Turnip is a five year old Saint Bernard.

Edenridge

Serena Felicity Delamar

Name

Serena Felicity Delamar

Nicknames

Rena is the only common one she answers too.

Age

Twenty // November 29th // Sagittarius

Gender

Cis Female. (She/Her/They/Them)

Sexuality

Pansexual, with a strong lean towards females and feminine features.

Relationship Status

Single

Appearance Details

Hair: Naturally a very dark brown color || Waist length and straight || Serena has a collection of colorful wigs that she wears, her favorite and most frequent being her peach colored wig. She also has wigs in the colors of orange, platinum blonde, and red. She also has wigs in the colors of silver, purple, and blue, and shorter versions of her red and orange wigs. Serena really likes to switch things up.
Eyes: She inherited her father’s baby blues.
Height: Five feet, seven inches.
Body Type: Serena’s body is best described as a pear shape. She has a smaller chest, and wider hips.
Clothing Style: Serena dresses in a goth like fashion, though nothing too heavy. Most of her clothes are black, and her love of fishnets runs deep. She loves to wear skirts, and her favorite choice for tops is tank-tops. While she dresses cute, girly, and goth on most days, Serena has no problem throwing on a pair of sweatpants and rolling with it.
Makeup Wise: Serena always wears winged liner and mascara. On occasion, she will wear eyeshadows, and she loves to come up with makeup looks inspired to match her wigs and outfits. Her lipsticks are often nude and dark colors. Serena gets her nails done regularly in a short stiletto shape. Her nails are most often times painted black.
Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:

• A rose tattoo that starts between her breasts, and runs vertically down to her stomach.
• The face of a tiger holding a woman in its mouth located on her right upper arm.
• A plague doctors headpiece inside of a blooming rose, located on her upper right thigh.
• Right above her previously listed tattoo is a quote in cursive that wraps around the front of her thigh. It says “No matter how hard you try, I’ll always belong in the sky.” It symbolizes and means nothing. She was drunk and liked the way that it sounded, so she slapped it on her body.
• On her right leg, located under her knee, Serena has a few more tattoos. A moth with a skull on its back, an umbrella with raindrops falling beneath it, and another skull with a rose growing and blooming out of it.
• Another tattoo in a cursive font, located underneath her right shoulder blade that says ”we’ve got obsessions.”
• Her favorite Tattoo is the knife through a rose that she has on the inside of her upper right arm.
• Both of her earlobes are pierced twice.
• Industrial, helix, and daith piercings in her right ear as well.
• The left side of her nose is pierced.
• Most of Serena’s jewelry is either gold or platinum.

Personality Traits

Upon meeting Serena, your first assumption may be that she is a shy person. While that’s far from the truth, Serena isn’t the most social person out there. You’ll notice the way that her eyes seem to watch your every move, as she tries to get a feel for your character. Serena will greet you, and even carry on small talk. Just don’t expect her to enjoy it very much.

While overall cold and antisocial, Serena tends to pick and choose her friends as those who calm her or bring joy. She is charming, stylish, and confident. Loyal and creative. Charismatic and daring - always searching for her next adrenaline fix. She’s always curious about people, and how their minds work - forever studying those around her.

Serena can be a bit difficult to get along with. She’s opinionated, strong willed, and when it comes to the select few people she allows to get close she can be possessive, territorial, and sometimes just outright toxic. She’s trying to improve.

Biography

”I’m going to do my best to keep this short.

My father is Tiberius Delamar - tattoo artist to the stars. My mother is Junie Baby Delamar - formerly Macmillian. She’s an amazing artist. They met in college. Fell in love. Traveled the world, got married, worked through dad’s drinking problem and had three children.

The first of us was named Spencer. A year older than me, Spence is the only one of us that got moms red hair. I was always sort of jealous… he’s on the wrestling team at Beverly Hills High. He’s a Senior there.

The second child was me. I guess you could say I was the bad child of the lot.

And then there’s Sylvie - a freshman. The apple of everyone’s eye, she’s a total daddy’s girl. Pure and innocent, she’s the best of us all.

My childhood was great. My parents gave me everything that I wanted, within reason. We had our freedom. Mom and dad never came in our rooms, never went through our phones, and enforced reasonable curfews. We moved here when I was 13. My parents wanted to try out small town life for a brief moment and ended up falling in love with it.

Life in Edenridge has been… interesting for me. My grades were good, and there’s a surprising amount of trouble that can be found in the small towns. I started getting into a lot of trouble the summer before Senior year. Everyone knows the class of 2016 was cursed as hell and then there… then… there…. Was the…. Then there was the shooting.

I didn’t know Charlie - we ran in different crowds - but I’ll never forget how he threw open the door to my AP Bio class and just started shooting. Everyone scattered. Blood was everywhere and I --- I can’t talk about this anymore. Yeah. The shooting fucked me up, what else is there to say?

Anyway.

After we graduated, mom and dad wanted me to get sober and go to college. So what did I do? I convinced them that what I really needed to do was travel the world. They sent me to rehab for a few weeks, but it failed.

So now here we are, and I’m returning home for a family reunion. We’ll see how this goes.”

Family

Tiberius Nero Delamar - Father
Junie Baby Delamar Macmillian - Mother
Spencer Delamar - Older brother
Sylvie Delamar - Younger sister

Misc.

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• Font: Cursive -> Jellyka Bees Antique Handwriting
• Despite her outward appearance, you’ll be shocked to find that Sereans room is decorated in both pastels, and lots of black.
• She’s obsessed with the Disney character, Stitch.
• She sings in the shower, and in the car. She has a pretty decent voice, but is to self conscious to sing in front of anyone.
• Serena is big on writing letters to people.
• Serena also keeps a journal full of short stories, cringey fan fiction, her thoughts, and even her own spicy fantasies.
• She loves the band Panic! At The Disco. Most of her music is dad rock, metal, and pop punk bands.
• Her drink of choice is vodka. She also smokes weed.
• She loves, loves, loves roses.
• Likes the beach too, especially at sunset.
• Being an artist runs in the family. Serena began painting with acrylics at the age of seven, and eventually ventured out into oil paintings. She can also be found sketching on just about any surface. (Her arms, legs, jeans, etc are often covered with doodles - as well as her notebooks, journals, and sketchbooks). Most of the time she does her drawings in pencil, but does enjoy doing charcoal pieces as well.
• She plays the ukulele and piano.
• Serena works as a lingerie model, and sells some of her paintings on the side.
• Due to the shooting, Serena now has PTSD and night terrors.
• Her theme song is Is It Just Me by Sasha Sloan.
• Aesthetic.