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Dudewheresthepie wrote: "((loving her so far :D ))"((thanks!! :3 I'll probs be done with her today, hopefully :)))
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Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ (view spoiler)[ Nᴀᴍᴇ ] Anthea Skye McGrath
" Today we fight. Tomorrow we fight. The day after, we fight. "
[ Aʟɪᴀsᴇs ] Skye, McGrath. You can't really do much with her name
[ Aɢᴇ ] 18 {Eɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ}
[ Aᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ Aɢᴇ ] 20 {Tᴡᴇɴᴛʏ}
[ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ ] July 12th
[ Asᴛʀᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ Sɪɢɴ ] Cancer
[ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ] Female
[ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ] Straight? She has never given much thought to it
[ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ] Single
[ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴏɴ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs ] Skye is everything but a romantic. Every possible romantic relationship she's had has ended pretty fast with her lack of tact or awkward comments. She doesn't know the steps to take in a relationship since she's never actually been in a long
[ Aғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ] St. Constance's Private School
[ Gʀᴀᴅᴇ ] Senior {12}
[ Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ]
(view spoiler)
[Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ] Chlöe Howl
[ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ] Skye has had a short time to really think of herself as pretty, and all in all, she doesn't care about it. She's pretty tall, standing at 5'9", and you could say a medium weight, average according to her age and condition. She's lean and athletic, years of soccer and baseball training paid off in muscular arms and thighs. She has a long, rectangular shaped head with a prominent chin; two olive green eyes with long eyelashes rest above her long snub nose and slightly thin, pink lips. A mane of short orange-red hair rests atop her head cut short from the sides and left long at the top, usually left messy or combed to the side. She has a New Yorker accent, but it's not really thick. Her voice is slightly raspy and wheezy, as if she always has a cold and repressing a laugh the whole time. She wears thick glasses and though she's much rather have contacts on, she usually wears a pair of black polycarbonate lenses she's had to repair many times over the years.
[ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ] Olive green
[ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ] Orange-Red (Ginger)
[ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ] Fair ; freckled
[ Bᴏᴅʏ Tʏᴘᴇ ] Mesomorph
[ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ ] 5'9"
[ Pʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ Hᴇᴀʟᴛʜ Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ] Currently in remission from a glioblastoma ; Lactose intolerant ; Allergic to nuts ; Hyperopic ; Keloid former
[ Mᴇɴᴛᴀʟ Hᴇᴀʟᴛʜ Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ] Sane ; ADHD ; Dyslexic
[ Cʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ Sᴛʏʟᴇ ] She is usually seen with a casual T-shirt and shorts: either sports shorts of jean shorts. The only other shoe type she owns other than tennis shoes are her black leather boots, these are usually worn with a pair of long colorful socks from the collection she owns.
(view spoiler)
[ Dɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜɪɴɢ Mᴀʀᴋs ] She doesn't have any tattoos, but she does have a thin silver ring in her nose, a couple of scars in her arms from syringes, and scars in her skull from surgeries.
[ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ]
Sᴍᴀʀᴛᴀss ║ Aᴛʜʟᴇᴛɪᴄ ║ Iᴍᴘᴜʟsɪᴠᴇ ║ Iɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ║ Rᴇsᴇɴᴛғᴜʟ
If one were to ask Skye to define herself, she'd probably say she's 20% sass, 10% spunk, 10% charm, and 60% sports. She's very confident and speaks her mind: not because she wants to be right, but because she knows she's right. Because of this she can come across as cocky and arrogant, since she tends to disregard opinions that don't match with her, and being extremely stubborn in some topics. One could only change her mind with enormous amounts of evidence and a buttload of patience. Skye, all in all, enjoys having a laugh. Even
She sucks at listening at other people's problems, and that's one of the reasons why she doesn't really have deep friendships: she just can't deal with people crying or babbling on about their problems. Since he had few experience with interaction with other children her age, she doesn't get a lot of jokes and references, unless they refer to movies or TV shows, and she doesn't quite know how the whole party social reunion works. She tends to do things without thinking about the consequences, but usually stands up for her irresponsibility (Unless it really wasn't her fault). She enjoys people: socializing or playing or whatever, but she can't stand being dependent on someone. She can't stand having to answer to someone and give account for her actions, much less allow them to make choices for her. She's not very patient and gets stressed easily, especially when she isn't doing her best or is less than the others. She has a big ego, her pride usually standing in the way of opportunities. She doesn't like talking about her physical/mental health, placing her in a really bad mood if someone judges her on that ground. She carries a deep fear and hate for herself, questioning the use of her existence constantly and wondering always why she's still alive. She's far from religious and holds on to a sick and useless hope of going back to her old, athletic self, thinking the whole thing is just a nightmare that will simply become a good college application essay one day. Skyla holds resentments very close to her heart. She praises loyalty and honesty more than anything, and she makes sure she remembers when someone breaks that.
[ Lɪᴋᴇs ]
✔ Watching + Playing Sports (Soccer, hockey, baseball, basketball)
✔ Driving
✔ Sitcoms
✔ Action movies
✔ Vacations
[ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ]
✘ School (Reading + Writing)
✘ Not being able to compete with others/Being (Or rather feeling) less than others
✘ Lies
✘ Party Poopers
✘ Not being able to communicate well with others
[ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ]
☝ Jokes
☝ Sports (Or so she thinks)
☝ Socializing
☝ Remembering movie/TV show quotes
☝ Film
[ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ]
☟ School (Reading, writing)
☟ Making friendships
☟ Standing still
☟ Her physical/mental state (But she denies it thoroughly)
☟ Patience
☟ Her father
[ Bᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ ]
[ Eᴀʀʟʏ Lɪғᴇ ]
Anthea Skye McGrath was born on July 12th, one busy afternoon. Her
mother Fiona had to be dragged away from work to go into labor, since
the workaholic woman would just not budge. Fiona and Jacob had
married a couple of years before, an open relationship in which the
sexual factor replaced the romantic factor, and thus the only times they
agreed was when they were in bed. Both workaholics, and both lawyers,
they had lived in Philadelphia all their careers and hoped to move to New
York City, where they felt their careers would grow.
If someone asked Skye, she really has no idea why her parents decided
to have a child. Was it pressure of their parents? Was it the desire of a
bonus at work? The truth is, not Fiona nor Jacob were ready for the poop-
full challenge that Skye represented, and personally, Skye doesn't think
they wanted it.
So, they did what any young, wealthy couple would do in their situation.
They hired nannies.
[ Cʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ]
The little girl grew from nanny to nanny, from young cousins to aunts
and grandma's house and other grandma's house. She hardly saw her
parents, but the days she did, she honestly remembers them with joy:
a movie and an ice-cream before they said goodbye and dumped her
back with yet another family member.
Since she was small she showed a certain charm no one could really
explain. She always had a smile on her face with two dimples that
would make her grandmothers crazy with joy. She laughed easily and
the moment she started speaking she just wouldn't stop.
She never quite understood why her parents weren't with her, and
it wasn't until first grade when she was diagnosed with ADHD and
dyslexia that she really questioned herself. Her parents didn't want
her because she was different from the other kids? Did they had
another kid they actually liked and cared for? Fighting day by day to
be just as good as the rest of her classmates and perform half as well
left a deep mark on her that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
Since academically she couldn't match her classmates, she decided
she'd have to do it some other way, but she was definitely not going
to be left behind. A P.E. teacher she doesn't quite remember was the
one who introduced her to the precious activity she'd hold close to her
heart for years: Soccer. Slowly and with a lot of effort, she managed to
get better and better, in the hopes of seeing her parents in one of her
matches, a hope that never got fulfilled.
[ Pᴜʙᴇʀᴛʏ ]
She was barely half-through with middle school when her athletic per-
formance started going downhill really fast. By then she had already
gotten into soccer, baseball, basketball, and hockey, and though she
had to take medication, the proper training allowed her to be one oforthe most talented players, leading her teams to victories in the
small leagues. She was still bouncing from maternal grandparents to
paternal grandparents, while her parents had fulfilled their dream and
moved to NYC, visiting their child once or twice every month. She grew
resentful towards them, unable to decipher why they just wouldn't stay
with her like the other parents and live with her. She just didn't know
her mother was a happy drunk every Friday, and her dad would have
affair after affair.
Worried about what her parents would say if she suddenly failed, she
hid every trace of her health problems from them, until they got a call
from the nurse after Skye had fallen from the stairs, unable to control
her left leg properly.
Without thinking it was anything serious, the couple came down from
NYC to the hospital, where the McGraths were given news they just did
not expect. The young Skye had a cancerous gliobastoma near her
spinal chord, Grade III. This news shook the family to the core, uniting
them more than ever. Luckily, the couple had a strong bank account,
so they flew to the best hospital they could find, and began treatment
shortly after. Fiona swore to quit drinking and Jacob swore to cut off
any relationships in NY, both promises they couldn't keep.
As much as she's ashamed to admit, this is the happiest time Skye ever
had with her parents. They'd always be looking after her, making sure
she had everything she needed and listened to her jokes once and twice
and twenty times if it was necessary. The anger she had accumulated
over the years diminished, but never disappeared, a feeling of rejection
she couldn't shake overpowering her every time they said they'd be there
for her. Weirdly enough, she didn't lose her humor throughout the
treatment. Sure, there were times she couldn't take the headaches, and
she just couldn't stop vomiting, but Skye always held to the hope of
going back to her old life, with her friends and dream of becoming an
athlete; she never let go of it, and that's what kept her going, blowing
off all the doctors that mentioned she wouldn't be able to play again.
She swore she'd show them.
She swore she'd play again.
There was something wrong with her father though. He began to obsess
over the idea it was his fault his daughter was sick. He began to watch her
carefully as she did schoolwork, noting her struggle with dyslexia and
urging her to discipline herself, causing many arguments between a girl
that had practically raised herself, and her father. He'd never tell Skye, but
as she smiled at him, a beanie on her head, he'd think of all his coworkers,
and felt ashamed of having a less-than-normal and weak daughter.
After a chemotherapy, Skye heard her parents talking in their room, their
voices almost inaudible, but she could hear the disappointment and shame
in her father's voice. The shame of having her as a daughter. Jacob
came back to kiss her bald daughter's head whose tears ran down her face,
and left the rented apartment in Houston, never to be seen again by the two
brokenhearted girls.
[ Aᴅᴏʟᴇsᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ]
After three surgeries and countless chemotherapies, Skye entered
remission six months before turning eighteen. Her overbearing
alcoholic mother had been behind her all the years following Jacob's
disappearance, forcing her to be home schooled for the rest of her
middle and high school years. In all honesty, she's just afraid
something will happen to her again, and she won't be there, just as
much as she regrets not being there to see her grow up.
Fiona has cut her from any relationships she doesn't want for her,
reserving her only for family friends and other kids from the hospital,
limiting her options by miles. It was only after Skye turned eighteen
that she convinced Fiona of letting her go to school for her last year
of high school, and even then she wouldn't take her back to Philadelphia.
Fiona missed her job, the life she had built in NYC, and in a way selfishly
dragged Skye to Upper Eastside, getting her a place at St. Constance's
Private School, and earning her daughter's hate.
If you ask the girl, she'll be a athlete, whatever the cost. But with a re-
cent remission, and her lack of practice on sports, she's not in the sha-
pe she was before, she's simply not as healthy as she seems, and she
has no idea what she'd do if she doesn't become an athlete.
[ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ ] Philadelphia, PA
[ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs ]
♖Fɪᴏɴᴀ Nᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ; Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ; Aʟɪᴠᴇ ; 52 ; Hᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ Nᴀᴛʜᴀɴ & Bᴜʀᴋᴇ ; ▪▪▫▫▫
(view spoiler)
♖ Jᴀᴄᴏʙ MᴄGʀᴀᴛʜ ; Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ; Uɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ; Uɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ Aɢᴇ ; Lᴀᴡʏᴇʀ ; ▪▫▫▫▫
(view spoiler)
♖ Vɪᴇɴɴᴀ Tᴏᴅᴅ ; Aᴜɴᴛ ; Aʟɪᴠᴇ ; 49 ; Sᴜʀɢᴇᴏɴ ; ▪▪▫▫▫
(view spoiler)
♖ Isᴀɪᴀʜ Tᴏᴅᴅ ; Uɴᴄʟᴇ ; Aʟɪᴠᴇ ; 51 ; Sᴜʀɢᴇᴏɴ ; ▪▪▫▫▫
(view spoiler)
♖ Cᴀssᴀɴᴅʀᴀ Tᴏᴅᴅ ; Cᴏᴜsɪɴ ; Aʟɪᴠᴇ ; 17 ; Sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴛ Sᴛ. Cᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ's Pʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ; ▪▪▪▫▫
(view spoiler)
♖ Cʜᴀʀʟᴇs Tᴏᴅᴅ ; Cᴏᴜsɪɴ ; Aʟɪᴠᴇ ; 17 ; Sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴛ Sᴛ. Cᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ's Pʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ; ▪▪▪▫▫
(view spoiler)
[ Oᴛʜᴇʀ ] N/A
[ Mᴏᴅᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ] Her mother hired a driver to take her from the school and back, but she tries to escape as much as possible. No matter if it's train or bus, she'd much rather be on a stinky subway than on a car, her mother on the phone and the doors locked.
SKYE MCGRATH IS DONE!
Mod
Thank you so much! :D
Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ (view spoiler)
" But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself. "
[ Nᴀᴍᴇ ] Prosper Lee Novak
[ Aʟɪᴀsᴇs ] Pro, Perry, or simply Novak
[ Aɢᴇ ] 17 {Sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ}
[ Aᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ Aɢᴇ ] 19 {Nɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ}
[ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ ] May 2nd
[ Asᴛʀᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ Sɪɢɴ ] Taurus
[ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ] Male
[ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ] Heterosexual
[ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ] Single
[ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴏɴ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs ] He's a hopeless romantic. If he has someone on his mind he will go absolutely nuts about them making plans of how they'll meet and fall in love, but never actually carrying them out out of fear and embarrassment. There always someone he likes, but they're always fleeting crushes, never lasting more than a couple of weeks before he sees another girl and "falls in love" again, for what he swears is the real one.
[ Aғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ] St. Constance's Private School
[ Gʀᴀᴅᴇ ] Senior {12}
[ Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ]
(view spoiler)
[Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ] Aaron Taylor Johnson
[ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ] Prosper has never really thought of himself as attractive. He's fairly tall, standing at 6'1", with a slightly athletic/ muscular body, result of forced Track and Field by his parents. He's not, however, very strong, and you'd be surprised how many times he's had to ask people to open stuff for him. He has a medium-sized, oval shaped head, and a slightly prominent chin with a couple of thick hairs but kept short to avoid a bushy beard and mustache that would match with his thick mane of dark brown curls that seem lighter when he's out in the sun. He enjoys leaving his hair long and wild, partially because if he tries to comb it back it will eventually bounce back to its original position. Two blue-grey eyes rest over his straight, and broad-tipped nose, slightly pointed down in the end; and his slightly thick lips are usually curled up in a small smile, as if he was laughing at an internal joke. He wears contacts most of the time but does own a pair of glasses for emergencies and such. He speaks with a thin New York accent and thick voice result of an early puberty, usually steady with friends but tremulous and wheezy when talking in public, to his parents, or to a girl he likes.
[ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ] Blue-gray
[ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ] Dark brown
[ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ] Fair ; Pale
[ Bᴏᴅʏ Tʏᴘᴇ ] Endomorph
[ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ ] 6'1"
[ Pʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ Hᴇᴀʟᴛʜ Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ] Healthy ; Allergic to coffee beans ; Myopic astigmatism; Initial signs/symptoms of depression
[ Mᴇɴᴛᴀʟ Hᴇᴀʟᴛʜ Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ] Sane ; Initial signs/symptoms of depression
[ Cʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ Sᴛʏʟᴇ ] He usually wears simple clothing: jeans with a hoodie, sweater, or occasionally plaid shirt, and a pair of converse. Truthfully, he has three pairs, but he's usually seen wearing the same navy blue pair.
(view spoiler)
[ Dɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜɪɴɢ Mᴀʀᴋs ] A few faded scars in his forearms of late nights of self-hatred.
[ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ]
Iɴɴᴏᴠᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ║ Cᴀʀɪɴɢ ║ Bᴀsʜғᴜʟ ║ Gᴇɴᴇʀᴏᴜs ║ Dɪsᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇᴅ
When one first meets Prosper, the first thing that comes to mind is quiet. Just that. He's not a guy of many words, babbling on about anything and coming up with smart and funny comebacks to strangers. He believes in speaking only when there's something worth saying, loathing small talk and preferring an interesting conversation with his friends than an awkward talk with a stranger. He has a very low self-esteem, and growing up as the shadow of a successful and smart and sociable brother has made him afraid of saying/doing the wrong thing, even paranoid at some point, forcing him to stay quiet when he would like to speak out of fear of losing his friends, or being judged. However, though he may seem uncaring and extremely detached, this is only caused by his bashful personality; but once he's comfortable around someone he can show how he really is: joker, talkative, and overall, extremely caring. Those he holds close to his heart have a very special position, one where he would do anything for them, being supportive when they need him, and always being there to catch them. He'll be the one to give his umbrella to someone soaking wet in the rain and giving his lunch to those without one, placing everyone else before him, even those who have wronged him. He's very good at comforting and complimenting people, but don't try to do the same for him or you'll place him in an awkward position where he'll have absolutely no idea what to do. He doesn't hold a high image for himself, and in a way he's trying to convince himself the existence he's leading is worth having just for the fact that he's helping others, even though he's not being the protagonist of his own story.
He is usually in his own world. He's usually very distracted when he's not doing schoolwork or a specific activity, because in that case he'd be absolutely focused and ready to do his job. If he knows what to do and how to do it, he'll perform it absolutely perfect and even go the extra mile, he's quite the perfectionist in his schoolwork (and also personal work), and additionally he's very stubborn: when he has started something, he has to finish it, or else he feels like he did something wrong. If he's not doing a mandatory/specific activity though, he's basically building his own little stories in his mind, finding rhythms and tying words together to form lyrics, music being a private escape for him. He's good at solving quick problems and can usually come up with a practical answer, his mind loving
[ Lɪᴋᴇs ]
✔ Music (Piano being the only instrument he plays)
✔ Motorcycles
✔ Vinyl Records
✔ The sound of a pencil scribbling
✔ Knowing what to do
[ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ]
✘ Ferris Wheels
✘ Peanut Butter
✘ Home videos
✘ Pictures of himself
✘ Feeling/Being lost
[ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ]
☝ Songwriting + Playing piano
☝ Math (Don't tell his friends though)
☝ Comforting friends
☝ Picking up new concepts
☝ Coming up with names. (Creative)
[ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ]
☟ His brother
☟ Flirting
☟ Accepting compliments
☟ Showing his work
☟ Talking in public
☟ Long, stupid jokes (They just crack him up)
[ Bᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ ]
[ Eᴀʀʟʏ Lɪғᴇ ]
Prosper Lee Novak was welcomed into this world a misty morning of
May by his parents, William and Mary, and his three year old son,
Gaspard, who had been patiently expecting the boy and were im-
mensely happy when he was born.
William and Mary were college sweethearts and married shortly after
they finished their studies, entering a scary world without any help
from any of their families. Since they fought through college to keep
their scholarship in a major none of their families approved of, both
chefs left their hometown in Albuquerque and went Northwest, deci-
ding it was probably best to start fresh in a new place.
The couple's dream had always been to open their own restaurant,
they were both talented, but they didn't consider themselves experi-
enced enough to own one, working in other restaurants and saving
money for a dream that would come true sooner than later. They
also dreamed of a happy family life, and thus Gaspard and Prosper
were born.
[ Cʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ]
Prosper grew up looking up to his older brother. That is the one way
you could describe his childhood. The Novaks lived in a small apartment
in Queens they bought when Prosper was four, and he practically spent
his toddler years following his brother around, imitating him and doing
whatever he'd say. Since William and Mary didn't earn much in their ear-
ly jobs, they had small access to TV, or books, or movies, and thus what-
ever that Gaspard learned in school or saw was taught to Prosper, who
quickly got to know his brother as an almighty hero.
Of course, Gaspard enjoyed it thoroughly. But while his confidence boost-
ed, Prosper's went down and sunk over the limit. It got to a point where
the little blue eyed boy with curly brown hair would admit having done
anything Gaspard had done wrong, just to keep his brother in his pedestal.
[ Pᴜʙᴇʀᴛʏ ]
It wasn't until Prosper got his growth spurt that things really changed
with the Novaks.
Up until then, the family had been living quite a restrained life, a small
apartment with little luxury and public education for the boys, but
Prosper was twelve when his parents got…lucky.
The couple had been rising up the ladder in their jobs, William becoming
head chef of a local Italian restaurant and Mary gaining the trust of
customers with ease. As the restaurant began to gain fame, so did the
Novaks, until they were offered ahardly believabledeal in an
empty establishment in nowhere else than downtown Manhattan. All in
all, it was actually a clean deal and was achieved by a good social
relationship with an entrepreneur, who continuously visited the
restaurant just for the Novaks.
This was a huge deal for the family. For once, they moved to a
completely part of New York. The family experienced a huge change in
lifestyle, and by bringing all their clients from their old restaurant, their
socioeconomic position boosted to a whole new level. This, naturally,
affected the kids more than it could affect William and Mary. Yes,
naturally the couple was under much more stress, but Gaspard, and
specially Prosper, had to adapt much more quickly and under much more
pressure.
Though Prosper still adored Gaspard, the elder was starting to get a
little tired of the boy always following him, and pushed him to be his
own self, urging him to have his own friends and get hobbies and
dreams for himself. This was hard for Prosper since all he ever knew
was a love for music inherited by the Queen-loving Gaspard, and an
insecurity of never being good enough, popular enough, smart enough,
or funny enough, to become his own person.
[ Aᴅᴏʟᴇsᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ]
By placing them in St. Constance's, the now city-famous chefs William
and Mary had placed the brothers in a place where they could develop
their talents and really become something of themselves. By having
three years of advantage, Gaspard was already in his senior year by the
time Prosper got to Freshman, causing him a huge abandonment conflict
and self-discovery problem he had to figure out by himself. Gaspard
was far too busy filling out applications for music colleges and his
parents full of work to answer any of Prosper's questions about girls,
school, or himself.
The curly haired boy basically went through high school getting into
the exact footsteps his brother had left, joining the same clubs,
making the same kind of friends, and taking the same classes. Why?
Because he didn't know, or didn't want to knowany better.
This though, changed when Prosper turned sixteen.
It was actually a few days before Prosper turned sixteen, and what
happened turned the whole Novak family around. The Novaks were
asleep one early Sunday morning when the phone rang continuously
before William finally got up to answer it. The croaky and tight voice
of Gaspard's roommate in Juliard informed the half-asleep dad that his
happy-go-lucky, immensely talented, and enthusiastic son with a bright
future had committed suicide.
Prosper was awoken to these news shortly after, and the shock he received
was indescribable. Did he see the signs? No way. Every time the brothers
skyped Gaspard seemed happy and excited of how his life was going,
he had a band, a girlfriend, and a bunch of song lyrics he had written. The
boy was in the best time of his life. Or so everyone thought. Gaspard had
overdosed on sleeping pills after writing three letters: one to his roommate
and best friend, another to his parents, and another one to Prosper, who
almost two years later hasn't been able to open.
[ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ ] New Brunswick, NJ
[ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs ]
[ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ]
♖ Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Nᴏᴠᴀᴋ ; Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ; Aʟɪᴠᴇ ; 56 ; Hᴇᴀᴅ Cʜᴇғ ᴀᴛ "Nᴏᴠᴀᴋ's" ; ▪▪▪▪▫
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♖ Mᴀʀʏ Nᴏᴠᴀᴋ ; Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ; Aʟɪᴠᴇ ; 51 ; Hᴏsᴛᴇss ᴀᴛ "Nᴏᴠᴀᴋ's" ; ▪▪▪▪▫
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♖ Gᴀsᴘᴀʀᴅ Nᴏᴠᴀᴋ ; Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ; Dᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ ; ▪▪▪▪▪
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[ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs ]
♖ Dᴀᴍɪᴇɴ Cᴀɪɴᴇ ; Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ/Bᴀɴᴅᴍᴀᴛᴇ ; Aʟɪᴠᴇ ; 17 ; Sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴛ Sᴛ. Cᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ's Pʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ; ▪▪▪▪▪
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♖ Cᴀʟᴇʙ Lᴇᴡɪs ; Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ/Bᴀɴᴅᴍᴀᴛᴇ ; Aʟɪᴠᴇ ; 18 ; Sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴛ Sᴛ. Cᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ's Pʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ; ▪▪▪▪▪
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♖ Sᴇʙᴀsɪᴛᴇɴ Pᴀsᴄᴀʟ ; Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ/Bᴀɴᴅᴍᴀᴛᴇ ; Aʟɪᴠᴇ ; 18 ; Sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴛ Sᴛ. Cᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ's Pʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ; ▪▪▪▪▪
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[ Oᴛʜᴇʀ ] N/A
[ Mᴏᴅᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ] He doesn't own a car, because who does in NYC? He owns a black Kawasaki Ninja 600 he inherited from his brother.
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Dudewheresthepie wrote: " ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠᴇᴅ! ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴘᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴄʟᴀss sᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ."I explained a little bit more why she wears glasses: " She wears thick glasses and though she's much rather have contacts on, she usually wears a pair of black polycarbonate lenses she's had to repair many times over the years." "hyperopic"<-In physical state. (view spoiler)
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And OH GOSH ABSOLUTELY *.*
Prosper Novak is DONE! :D
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[ Bᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ ]
[ Eᴀʀʟʏ Lɪғᴇ ]
Prosper Lee Novak was welcomed into this world a misty morning of May by his parents, William and Mary, and his three year old son, Gaspard, who had been pati..."
ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀɪʟʟ.
omg Thank you so much! And puhlease your characters are baes I love them *.*
Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ (view spoiler)[ Nᴀᴍᴇ ] Cassandra Siobhan Todd
" Youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness "
[ Aʟɪᴀsᴇs ] Just Cass. Call her any other thing
[ Aɢᴇ ] 17 {Sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ}
[ Aᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ Aɢᴇ ] 18 {Eɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ}
[ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ ] July 26th
[ Asᴛʀᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ Sɪɢɴ ] Leo
[ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ] Female
[ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ] Bisexual
[ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ] Single
[ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴏɴ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs ] For her, relationships are for wimps. She's the one up for one-night-stands and hookups with the occasional stranger, she enjoys flirting and then the sex afterwards, but anything serious is a huge no-no. It all comes down to two words: fear and pride. She's afraid of commitment, of feeling vulnerable and having her whole persona exposed to someone else, of not being in control of her mouth and feelings, and of being wrong or doing the wrong thing. She finds love an abstract and subjective concept she can't begin to understand, and believes firmly that she doesn't need it. So she stays in her safe zone, where she has absolute control.
[ Aғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ] St. Constance's Private School
[ Gʀᴀᴅᴇ ] Senior {12}
[ Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ]
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[Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ] Sophie Turner
[ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ] Cassandra might not be a Victoria's Secret model, but she doesn't plan on being a model anytime soon, so she works with what she does have. She stands straight at 5'6", thin and lean, even if she's not very athletic. The confidence she irradiates accentuates her curves and long legs, which she prides on. Her features are delicate but sharp: her almond-shaped eyes above her straight and long nose, which in turn is above her small lips often curled up in a mischievous smile. Her ginger mass of hair is naturally wavy and often left loose, or in a high ponytail. She has a thick New Yorker accent that she honestly adores, and is the product of a lifetime in the city. Her voice is clear and confident, hardly trembling or nervous.
[ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ] Blue-green
[ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ] Orange-red (Ginger)
[ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ] Clear ; pale ; slightly tanned
[ Bᴏᴅʏ Tʏᴘᴇ ] Ectomorph
[ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ ] 5'6"
[ Pʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ Hᴇᴀʟᴛʜ Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ] Generally healthy ; slight alcohol + tobacco problem
[ Mᴇɴᴛᴀʟ Hᴇᴀʟᴛʜ Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ] Sane ; slight tobacco + alcohol addiction
[ Cʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ Sᴛʏʟᴇ ] She doesn't put much thought into her wardrobe, but she does have a preferred style. If she's going for a casual look, skinny colorful pants and combat boots (for a quick prank escapade) with a simple shirt. If she's going to party-mode, killer high heels and a short dress are always on her mind.
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[ Dɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜɪɴɢ Mᴀʀᴋs ] A large scar that goes from the left side of her hip to her left knee result of a broken femur after a car accident, the sole imperfection that has given her hard times before parties.
[ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ]
Cᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ║ Pʀᴏᴜᴅ ║ Cᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ║ Lᴏʏᴀʟ ║ Rᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss
Cassandra Todd gives quite the first impression. She's loud and confident, always looking on the eye and making sure people know her name. She's sociable, her people skills coming from years of observance: she knows what people want to hear, and how they want to hear it. She knows how to push the right buttons to make them believe what she wants, and uses that to her advantage. She will compliment you and lie to you with a straight face, because no, she doesn't really think you look nice in that, but she knows you'll invite her to your party if she tells you that, so she says it with a charming smile. She's proud, hardly admitting she made a mistake; she will act according to her personal desires and standards, believing that everything she does is right. Cassandra thinks she's self-sufficient and doesn't need of anyone to make her way into the world, looking down on those who ask for help, and disgusted at the thought of asking for help herself. She has control issues. She thinks everything works best when she does it, when she plans it, and has a deep-rooted need to be in control of her situation. In class, she has to know what's going on ahead of time. With pranks, she has to know exactly the outcome of the situation. With conquests, she has to be the one who'll snap her fingers and get what she wants. She needs to know what's going to happen because she's afraid she's going to mess up and fail. She's not good with situations in which she doesn't know what to do, and often runs away from what she's afraid of, favoring flight over fight.
However, Cassandra's not a bad person. She's fiercely loyal to those who have proven themselves to her, even on the verge of blindly loyal. She will not care what happens, she'll stand with her trusted ones to the death, and often will not believe negative things about them unless she sees them with her own two eyes. She's insecure, and honestly scared about the future and what'll happen when she leaves her zone of comfort, of what happens when she grows up. While she thinks she's doing the right thing, she has absolutely no idea what she's going to do after St. Constance's, because she doesn't believe she'll be able to make it. She doesn't have any feasible ambitious dreams or hobbies or actual likes and is intimidated by those who do have that to hang onto. She doesn't want to be exposed and dreads the return of the snickers and pointing that haunt her. She builds up her confidence by making jokes and pranks that give a joker but "don't-mess-with-me"- vibe; however, she does get nervous every time someone talks about her and feels a constant expectation that she has to fill: to her parents, to her friends, to everyone.
[ Lɪᴋᴇs ]
✔ Alcohol + tobacco
✔ Pranks
✔ Parties + dancing
✔ Airports + traveling
✔ Boots
[ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ]
✘ Her parents' overwhelming attitude
✘ False rumors
✘ The unknown
✘ Not being able to control her mouth
✘ Bitten pens/pencils
[ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ]
☝ Socializing
☝ Flirting
☝ Comforting people
☝ Lying
☝ Pranking
[ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ]
☟ Getting attached + commitment
☟ Admitting a mistake
☟ Sports
☟ Dealing with children
☟ Schoolwork
☟ Opening up
[ Bᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ ]
[ Eᴀʀʟʏ Lɪғᴇ ]
Vienna and Isaiah Todd didn't have a romantic story worthy of a Hollywood movie. It wasn't tragic nor emotional, but it was theirs. They were both surgeons in a huge NYC hospital, met, dated for a while before they started falling in love, and married after a year and a half. They were devoted to each other, and though it may seem they do not see each other often, truth is, they're always on the other's mind.
They had wanted to start a family from the moment they married, but Vienna had problems, and all their attempts on her getting pregnant were in vain. After her sister's pregnancy, a couple of checks on fertility treatmentsinvested by pure jealousygave her the desired bump a few months after the birth of her niece.
The couple was anxious about the birth of their twins. Truthfully, after all their failed attempts to have children, they were terrified something would happen to their precious children. The babies were a couple of weeks early, and knowing the risks, Vienna and Isaiah were afraid something would go terribly wrong. However, there were no problems, and it was late in the afternoon when the two babies were put to sleep. Cassandra Siobhan and Charles Declan were two perfectly healthy babies, and were happily welcomed by their family.
[ Cʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ]
Thankfully, neither Charlie nor Cassandra got their parents' pessimistic attitude. Pampered and overwhelmed by two parents who believed even air would hurt their children, the kids found solace in each other. They got along well from the start, obviously with some problems, but always managed to make peace. All in all, both Charlie and Cassandra now admit that if they didn't have each other back then, they would've gone crazy.
Doctors, monthly checks, vitamins, anything to keep them from getting sick. And lord forbid they did get sick, both parents would take a leave from work just to treat the girl's flu. Cassandra knew they did it for her own good, but she couldn't help but hate it sometimes. She wasn't able to do anything the other children did: she was to come home straight after school or her mother would start a riot on Broadway street, she couldn't get dirty, or play in the rain, or swing in the swings higher than what her mother told her to. Eventually, she started doing other things. It started with small things: a worm on her parents' room, releasing a small animal in her classroom, things like that. And she noticed that in those moments, she had no one to tell her what to do. No rules applied no her, and her punishment was always temporary. So, slowly but surely, pranks became her thing.
Eight years old. Second grade. Enter Cooper Davis. Cassandra found in him someone outside her family who she could trust, someone who understood her frustrations and who supported her mischievous nature. She didn't know it at the time, but he became an extremely important person in her life.
[ Pᴜʙᴇʀᴛʏ ]
From then on, it was always her and Cooper, always. Partners in crime, best friends, they were always there for each other. Together, they wreaked havoc wherever they went. Teachers and parents and even kids couldn't stand them, but honestly, Cassandra couldn't care less. If she had Cooper by her side, she believed she could do anything.
Did she ever have feelings for the boy? Sometimes she thought she did, even once she believed to have a crush on him, but she never spoke of it. Any non-platonic feelings were quickly turned down by her, believing it would be the end of their friendship.
Her brother was there of course, she never really separated from him. It was different now though, he was responsible, she was reckless, he was quiet, she was loud. They never stopped loving each other, and they'll always have each other's backs, but while he's studying and applying to overseas programs, she super-glues her teachers' mugs to their hands.
She wasn't always as proud and afraid as she is now. She had to learn it, the hard way. She was an awkward twelve year old, head full of teen romance movies and love song lyrics, and thought it was okay to confess her feelings to her longtime crush. Oh, how wrong she was.
After a humiliating rejection followed by snickers and laughs from most people from her grade, she hid from everyone and everything, except of course Cooper. With his help, she stood up again, brushed the dirt off her clothes and prepared for the next round. She truly believed that one rejection wasn't the end of the world, that one day she'd find the guy, and that's why when she started crushing again, she didn't do anything to stop it. She wishes she had.
It wasn't the first boy's rejection that caused her to lose her belief in love. Threefrankly humiliating and publicrejections over the course of middle school made her question why she even bothered. What was love anyways? A silly ending in a 90s movie? A kiss in the rain? What was it? She didn't understand, and she was afraid of the unknown. She sunk into a depression where her brother and Cooper where her lifesavers. When her parents decided to enroll the twins in St. Constance's, she made a decision. She wasn't going to be stepped on again, no sir, she wasn't willing to go through that again, she would be the one who would step on hearts.
[ Aᴅᴏʟᴇsᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ]
St Constance's was Cassandra's turning point. She started her freshman year with a newfound confidence: No one knew her, and she could build herself to do anything she wanted. Her bashfulness and awkwardness were replaced by confidence and pride, and her recklessness was only turned up. She adapted to the world of Upper East Side, in which parties became her natural habitat, and her jokes and pranks truly took form. She became fearful of taking one wrong step, and so she refused to see where she had made a mistake, she was convinced the road she was taking would make her happy. Cassandra started using one-night-stands to get rid of her insecurities and frustrations, and used anything to reassure herself she was in control: she could stop drinking at any momentlie, she's a conscious drunklie, he could stop smoking at any momentlie, she doesn't need romantic lovelie. Leaving mostly everyone at arm's length, she managed to conserve that confidence and avoid getting hurt again.
[ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ ] New York City, NY
[ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs ]
[ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ]
♖ Vɪᴇɴɴᴀ Tᴏᴅᴅ ; Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ; Aʟɪᴠᴇ ; 49 ; Sᴜʀɢᴇᴏɴ ; ▪▪▪▫▫
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♖ Isᴀɪᴀʜ Tᴏᴅᴅ ; Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ; Aʟɪᴠᴇ ; 51 ; Sᴜʀɢᴇᴏɴ ; ▪▪▪▫▫
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♖ Cʜᴀʀʟᴇs Tᴏᴅᴅ ; Tᴡɪɴ Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ; Aʟɪᴠᴇ ; 17 ; Sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴛ Sᴛ. Cᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ's Pʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ; ▪▪▪▪▪
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♖Fɪᴏɴᴀ Nᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ; Aᴜɴᴛ ; Aʟɪᴠᴇ ; 52 ; Hᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ Nᴀᴛʜᴀɴ & Bᴜʀᴋᴇ ; ▪▫▫▫▫
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♖ Jᴀᴄᴏʙ MᴄGʀᴀᴛʜ ; Uɴᴄʟᴇ ; Uɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ; Uɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ Aɢᴇ ; Lᴀᴡʏᴇʀ ; ▪▫▫▫▫
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♖ Sᴋʏᴇ MᴄGʀᴀᴛʜ ; Cᴏᴜsɪɴ ; Aʟɪᴠᴇ ; 18 ; Sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴛ Sᴛ. Cᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ's Pʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ; ▪▪▪▪▫
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[ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs ]
♖ Cᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ Dᴀᴠɪs ; Bᴇsᴛ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ ; Aʟɪᴠᴇ ; 18 ; Sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴛ Sᴛ. Cᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ's Pʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ; ▪▪▪▪▪
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[ Oᴛʜᴇʀ ] N/A
[ Mᴏᴅᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ] She doesn't mind walking or taking a cab, and her parents would never buy her a car, in any case, she'd have to buy it herself, something she's far from achieving.
Cassandra Todd is DONE! ^-^
Love your charries by the way!!!! haha XD
Why, thank you! :D I'm loving Hillary ;)
Oh checked her out huh? I can't wait to rp her... it'll be intense. Just waiting for someone to rp with
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Cassandra looks amazing!Totally working on Cooper now so I can try to get him done as soon as possible for her u u
Cool!
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Thank you so much! ^.^
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