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JOHNNY SPIRIT is ninety-four years old. He is a Phantom. 

+ Laid-Back, Confident, Charismatic - Self-Centered, Dismissive, Boastful

ABOUT

There are many rumors going around about how bad boy Johnny Spirit died, and he has always been game to keep monsters guessing. The most popular is that he sold his soul to the Devil in exchange for the best stage presence in the country and face-melting skills with the violin and that, mad about his boasting that his name would never die, the Devil himself killed him and cursed him to wander the Earth. Others say his cockiness got him into a knife fight which he couldn't talk his way out of. Whatever the case, Johnny got into Monster College with the sole purpose to raise some hell and make sure he would not be forgotten any time soon.

HEADCANONS

Up to player.

CONNECTIONS

Operetta - Their tension could light up a whole stage. He's been low-key flirting with her for about half a century, but they both know the thrill of the chase is what keeps the flame alive. Spectra Vondergeist - Finds her somewhat annoying (doesn't everyone?). Then again, all rock stars need their die-hard fans. Porter Geiss - Johnny actually thinks he's pretty cool.

JOHNNY is currently available. His faceclaim is Brandon Larracuenta.

[mobscene-london]

BASIC INFORMATION:

NAME: Yasmin Gürsel.   AGE: 26. PLACE OF BIRTH: London, United Kingdom. AFFILIATION: The Rutherford Family. The Turkish gangs based in Haringey. OCCUPATION: Drug dealer. FACE CLAIM: Bahar Şahin. AVAILABILITY: OPEN.

BIOGRAPHY:

(Warning: Brief mentions of domestic violence.)

“I’m so sick and tired of your shit, do you know that?”

Oh, he knew.

The guilt written all over his face said loud and clear that once again, he fully understood it was his own fucking fault they’d stumbled into a screaming match for the ages.

It was a good job that people around their neighbourhood were smart enough to mind their own business, because they’d have had the Met knocking down their door every night on account of another domestic disturbance, otherwise. The house she shared with her partner, Kemal, was rarely quiet. These days, rarely happy, either…

They’d loved each other so much in the beginning, it seemed impossible that things could end up as badly as they had done. First they’d been friends—the same area of Haringey their stomping ground as kids—and then, during their similarly troubled time at school, they’d become more. Kemal had utterly adored her, and all of their friends could see that they brought out the best in each other; an arguably difficult feat, given that both of them prided themselves on being pretty reprehensible people. No secret as to why they gravitated toward each other, then.

Just like it was no secret why both of them thrived in gang life.

Neither of them came from families involved with the criminal goings on in Haringey, but just like everybody else, they knew damn well that no matter how much the city tried to pretend the gangs weren’t a problem—swept under the carpet, just like the rest of the borough—they existed. And working their way in wasn’t difficult when Yasmin, in particular, was about as outgoing as they came. It was rare she could make her way down the streets without getting caught up in conversation with somebody who recognised her. The community was tight knit, but when you were as charismatic and chatty as she was, you ended up knowing absolutely fucking everybody.

Yasmin had been seventeen years old when she started pushing drugs for the Turks.

Was it glamorous? No. Was the money fucking fantastic? Absolutely.

Whilst the first few years spent with the gang were great, things started to unravel soon after. Not that she was the fucking problem, mind you. Kemal getting close to some of the bigger players in the gang—particularly Kerem and Berat, who’d taken him under their wings—had gone right to his giant fucking head. Nothing quite like a man and his ego, huh? First, it was just the condescension. Talking down to her like he was her superior. As though they hadn’t joined the gang at the exact same time, and spent their time doing the exact same shit. As though she didn’t pull way higher fucking earnings than his ass. Yasmin was hardly the type to allow somebody to put her down, though, and the fights became more and more intense as time went on.

There was nothing wrong with enjoying their money. Yasmin didn’t exactly live humbly, and had a penchant for shiny designer things as a means to show off her hard work. Kemal took it to a whole other level, though, and he garnered attention in all the wrong ways. He consistently picked fights with the Indian members of the gang working for the Rutherfords, and he took stupid risks on the regular as if he was fucking untouchable. By the time they hit their early twenties, Yasmin had lost count of how many times the idiot had ended up in police custody. He threw his money around like he was in a gangster movie, and perpetually ended up in debt because of it, begging her for her own cash to help get him out of the holes he dug for himself. He spent nights at the strip clubs instead of coming home. Talked to other girls in front of her as though he ran the whole damn thing in an attempt to build up his reputation even more.

Honestly, she was surprised the Rutherfords hadn’t had him clipped for being such a gaping liability in one of their most profitable areas of the city.  

Not that they’d need to worry about it now.

For all the bullshit he served on the regular—even the fights that more often than not got physical, near the end—she always stayed. Until the day she caught him in their bed with some piece of trash he picked up on a corner in Westminster. Always keeping it fucking classy.

Yasmin wonders if the bitch knows how lucky she was to get out of the house at all.

“It didn’t mean nothing to me, Yas. Nothing.”

Well that was just too fucking bad, then, because it sure meant something to her.

“We were going to get married, you absolute shit show of a human being.”

“We still can!”

No. No they couldn’t.

To say it had been an impulsive decision fuelled by her utter rage was not wrong, but that didn’t mean she regretted it, either. Grabbing one of his dumbbells—especially poetic, given how he’d turned into a certified fucking gym bro in an attempt to somehow love himself even more—she eventually lost count of how many times she hit him. Even when she was sure he was fucking dead, the swings kept coming. If she’d tried one for every time he’d wronged her, Kemal was bloodied pulp long before she got there.

And breathe.

Yasmin dropped her weapon of choice. Lit up a cigarette.

Sat and had a nice cup of tea on her bloodstained sofa.

Eventually, she casually pulled out her phone and called Berat. Whilst he might’ve been one who’d helped Kemal get his start, she knew damn well that even they were sick of his antics putting everybody at risk. Asking him to help come and clean up the mess might’ve been a risky move, but it would be a good indicator as to whether this was going to come back and bite her in the ass later.

“Stop off at Tesco. I don’t have nearly enough bleach.”

 They’d spent the night scrubbing in relative silence. Mostly, it seemed as though he couldn’t believe this tiny, unassuming woman had snapped so massively that she’d just turned the man she’d spent her whole life with into a human smoothie. Not once did he condemn her, though. When they were finally done, Yasmin turned to him with a content smile on her face. It was as if she’d been freed of a massive fucking burden, and God did it feel good.

“I want his patch. I can handle both, and do a better fucking job at it, too.”

“Look, I’ll talk to Kerem, but I can’t make promises…”

That was fair enough. Yasmin had just murdered one of their members in cold blood. Either they were going to be relieved the liability was gone, just the same as her, or they’d lose their shit and she was going to end up in a prison cell. Only time would tell.

And sure enough, it did.

Who’s Haringey’s biggest earner, these days?

Yasmin.

Best make sure she doesn’t end up sick of your shit, too.

SOCIAL CONNECTIONS:

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. FAMILY: None playable. CONNECTIONS:

Berat Yalaz: Good friend. Though she'd always had a bit of soft spot for him anyway, they certainly bonded over...well, you know. Yasmin is glad to know that her trust in him was not misplaced. Where he'd once had Kemal under his wing, she's now taken up that spot in his life. Yasmin knows that if she's ever in trouble, she can turn to him, and given how turbulent his life has been in the past, it's important to her for him to know she will always be there for him, too.

Kerem Doğulu: Friend. Yasmin didn't really get to know him until her friendship with Berat blossomed, but she's glad she did. Whilst she'd mostly seen him as the nepo baby who'd had everything handed to him until that point, she realises now that he's a decent, hard-working guy who absolutely deserves his spot at the head of the gang. Kerem is the kind of leader it's easy to be loyal to, and she's glad.

Nazli Ersan: Friend/mentor. Because crazy respects crazy. There are plenty of strong women in the gang to admire, but Nazli is certainly her favourite. Though Yasmin prefers to keep her head down and work hard until somebody pushes her to a point where she has to throw hands, occasionally, she can be tempted by Nazli to go and cause a little trouble when...

[happiestplacehq]

THALIA RYAN is thirty-six years old. She is a Comedian and a member of The Muses. She is the humanized version of Thalia from the Disney film, Hercules.

+ Funny, Energetic, Honest - Uncouth, Tactless, Compulsive

ABOUT THALIA

Funny bones and Thalia Ryan go hand-in-hand (and sometimes foot-in-mouth).

With an infectious energy and quick wit, Thalia Ryan found her niche in comedy as early as she could talk, though she really honed her craft in high school presentations, and endless awkward interviews for office jobs.

Drama classes in college led her naturally toward the stage, but it was the people in her classes and the wider community that really pulled her into her hometown comedy scene. Between her studies, and working odd jobs, she took on small performance roles, that led to volunteer stand-up nights, to eventually getting her name on the billing and the pay-checks. Soon enough, Thalia was making people laugh across the country.

It wasn’t without an existential crisis in the middle, of course. Comedy wasn’t paying all the bills, so she got a “real job”, found a really nice hunk (one Lucius Best), got married and that was it for a while. Until it wasn’t. A further existential crisis followed when they filed for divorce.

Following the upheaval of her life, Thalia found herself dipping her toe back into the comedy scene, and it was during a comedy improv night that she was introduced to Calliope, Clio and Melanie of The Muses fame (a woman-led performing arts groups). They were looking to expand, and Thalia was exactly what they were looking for.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION*

(Optional) *Up to player.

CONNECTIONS

Calliope Lillias, Clio Thomas & Melanie Poe - The only members of The Muses at the time of Thalia’s joining, they really helped her out after her divorce. Lucius Best - Thalia’s ex-husband. They were right for each other, until they weren’t. Their relationship ended amicably. Terena Chanze - The youngest of The Muses, Thalia really pushed for Terena to join the group, thinking she would bring in a nice bit of youthful spirit.

Thalia is currently available. Her faceclaim is Nicole Byre.

[wisteriashq]

There’s something soft in me—

The Schemer is a beautiful woman, with a gift of the gab who uses men for her own and her family’s benefit in crude ways. First time when she met The Moral Myopia she charmed him and his mother was delighted and handle all the marriage related things with joy. She turned into the daughter in law that Julian’s mother always wished for; so there. But soon Julian learned that he never loved her, and he perhaps didn’t even like her, at least from what he remembered of what he thought was their love story. 

Their marriage deteriorated and it cannot be said that it could be salvaged again. The Schemer, ever the strategist, did not aim to be the quiet wife that would disappear or ask for a divorce. Thus, instead of coming up with a more brilliant plan, she simply decided to get the entire town against Julian. One day she packed a suitcase and faked her own kidnap, which made Julian the prime suspect because of the evidence she planted. Thus, Julian was an outcast on Lakeview Drive, and his dental practice was in trouble as people stopped coming to him since their trust was broken by the gossip. 

She has wised up and has taken time to regroup in order to begin upsetting people all over again. 

We killed it; it's rotting

After her return to Wisteria lane, she has tried to fit into the community once more but most of the individuals living there have disapproved the idea and feel some form of discomfort in her presence. Therefore, underneath the manipulative exterior, she has a lot of unresolved issues, including her fear of being left alone. she engages in crazy things most of the time as a result of desperation in the need to be in charge. 

Gradually, she is trying to resume her place in the community, making Julian lose his position without people realizing that she is the one behind these acts all the time. 

Rose Moore's recent death only increases The Schemer's fears, apparently, seeing her own future in Rose's death.

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Joyner Raine ✖ 26 ✖ Bike Messenger at Extreme Express & Cinematic Arts, Film, and Television Production Major at USC ✖ Sexuality Up To Writer

‣ BIOGRAPHY ↴

Like many of her contemporaries, Joyner is kind of a lost human being. She likes to describe herself as a “Los Angeles flower child” and is quite clearly a product of her environment. Her father is Aidan Raine, a famous yet lowly regarded director. Called a modern-day Howard Hawks, Aidan fit into Hollywood easily. After all, he’d been born there. He was one of the Raines. The Raine family name could be compared to other American royalty names if the family wasn’t so mired down in scandal. Joyner’s father managed to keep his nose clean while his siblings became actors, drug addicts, and scam artists. Soon after he turned twenty-six, Aidan met Ivy Devin, a young singer who had illusions of a fame but was far from succeeding  She fancied herself an entertainer but in reality, she was a D-List Celebrity.

Their union resulted in a son named Marshall and later on, young Joyner joined the family. Joyner’s father compared her to Elizabeth Taylor. Beautiful and dramatic  Her mother would reply that Joyner was more like Katherine Hepburn. Pragmatic and unashamed. Born in Los Angeles under the discomfort of cameras, Joyner was often found trailing her father closely. His films were her escape and she knew that one day, she’d do what he did. She’d be a director. Joyner was highly intelligent and all through the course of her education, one theme remained. Her success with subjects requiring the use of an art of some form. Imagination was her fascination. An affable young man, he was easy to approach and made many friends throughout his years in school.

When she decided to apply to the New York Film Academy at seventeen, both her parents balked. Marshall was out of the house and moving into a career of law enforcement and instead of preparing to let her go, they held on tighter. Even though Aidan and Ivy were hardly exemplary parents, they didn’t like the idea of their daughter being so far away. Denied her one dream, Joyner had to settle for simply moving out of the house once she turned eighteen. She applied to the University of Southern California instead.

Due to her disagreement with her parents, Joyner doesn’t accept money from them. Instead, she works as a bike messenger while taking classes. Slowly, but surely, she is working toward her dream of being a director. Typically tooling around the city on her bike, she is settling into her final year at USC, only delayed by having to take fewer classes because she couldn’t afford full-time tuition. Joyner’s found her simple life to be the best thing that’s ever happened to her. Paparazzi quickly learned she wasn’t as interesting and exciting as her pretty face let on and that she wouldn’t be another partying rich girl at college.

Over the course of three years, the young woman has already made three documentaries and doesn’t play on slowing down for anyone. Though they have not been mega-documentaries and only available online, they have more views than many other documentaries dispersed through the internet and has mainly received that recognition by word of mouth. Her subjects have been the poor suburbs of Downtown LA, the plight of struggling actors that become homeless, and the climbing rates of depression in colleges. Joyner joined this network for ideas or subjects for her next film, one that wouldn’t be a documentary or submitted for school. Maybe a part of her even hopes she’ll make real connections in the business. Either way, she’s open-minded, nice, and doesn’t see any negatives to making more friends in the area.

‣ CONNECTIONS ↴

Extreme Express connections are IN QUEUE

USC connections are HERE

‣ DETAILS ↴

FC: Shailene Woodley Availability: OPEN Negotiable: Yes Gifs: 332 . 235 . 182

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[monstercollegehq]

OPERETTA is ninety-three years old. She is the daughter of the Phantom of the Opera. 

+ Charismatic, Independent, Confident - Rebellious, Stubborn, Entitled

ABOUT

Coming from a classically trained family, with her mother being an opera singer and her father a famous composer, one would expect Operetta to have become something of an opera legend herself. Not her jam. She found out about blues and rock'n'roll when she was seventeen, and it absolutely rocked her world. It was a pity when, in her first show, a spotlight fell on her head, killing her instantly... Then again, the eternity of the afterlife gives a girl plenty time to rehearse.

HEADCANONS

Up to player.

CONNECTIONS

Johnny Spirit - Their tension could light up a whole stage. As attracted as she is to him, Operetta finds it so fun to keep teasing him, she thinks she just might spend the next century keeping this charade going. Catty Noir - Operetta is curious to see where her career will take her, and is considering making a collaboration with her. Elissabat - Has heard her singing once or twice. Finds her music too soulless for her taste.

OPERETTA is currently available. Her faceclaim is Christian Serratos.

[mobscene-london]

BASIC INFORMATION:

NAME: Nazli Ersan. AGE: 31. PLACE OF BIRTH: London, United Kingdom. AFFILIATION: The Rutherford Family. The Turkish gangs based in Haringey. OCCUPATION: Drug dealer. FACE CLAIM: Bensu Soral. AVAILABILITY: OPEN.

BIOGRAPHY:

Berat had once called her a walking attitude problem. 

Whilst she’d absolutely told her friend to go fuck himself, he might’ve been right. 

What else could one really expect from a woman who had, essentially, been raised by gang life? Unlike Kerem, she’d never had a supportive father (or mother, for that matter) to set a good example for their only daughter, and Ayda walking around like a little ray of fucking sunshine was an exception to the Turkish rule rather than an expectation. At least she wasn’t as rabid as Emine, for fuck’s sake. (Maybe.)

But the residents of Haringey had always been smart enough to cautiously keep their distance. Reputations that preceded people in a line of work like hers were a blessing in disguise, and Nazli did little to discourage the violent rumours that spread about her quickly during their late teenage years. That was when she’d truly burst onto the drug dealing scene, and instead of being seen solely as Berat and Kerem’s bitchy little tagalong, boy did she make sure that the spot she carved out for herself in their hierarchy was an imposing one. 

Azra liked to take her friends along as backup during potentially dangerous deals. 

Nazli preferred a shotgun and a reckless attitude.  

And that summed her up pretty nicely, if you asked those who knew her well. 

Most assumed that she was a little cracked because she’d had the shit beaten out of her so many times as a kid by the Indian gangs that would stalk around the Turkish schools, waiting for the up-and-comers to leave after their studies. They were right. So much so had she suffered at their hands that she was almost totally deaf in one ear post head-injury, and still walked a little funny almost fifteen years after having her pelvis smashed up with a baseball bat. Whilst her parents had been shitty to her for the entirety of the life she’d endured with them, the one thing she could be grateful for was being pushed into formal Turkish education, though. Yes, even if it had made her a target for the borough’s scum. It’d been where she met most of her friends. Grown to love the culture and values she would’ve otherwise despised just to spite them.  

Where she had become herself. 

...though there were plenty who’d argue that she could’ve done with being a little less like herself, and a little more like a functioning member of society. 

Kerem and Berat had taken her under their wing almost as soon as they’d met her. Nazli had been nine years old. Even though she’d typically avoided branching out socially at all costs, they had seemed intriguing enough that she’d made the exception. Back then, she hadn’t known about Kerem’s father and the fact that the gang they’d heard whispers about, but were too young to understand, belonged to him. That would come with time. Wherever they went, she followed loyally, even if that eventually meant pushing drugs for people who almost certainly saw her as expendable. 

Yes, the shitty fucking Rutherford family which thought it had the right to lord over them. 

The idea of making profits that had to be handed up to them made her squirm, but it was the price they had to pay to keep the Turkish gang ahead of the Indians in the never-ending battle to be more useful to their British oppressors. Who the fuck did they think they were treating all of Haringey like their own personal workforce..? It was a damn good job they had Azra as the charismatic go-between, because Nazli always had to be held back from spitting in their faces when they dared step foot in their home. Their borough. The place their people had worked so hard to build into what it was today.  

Nevra was absolutely included on that shit list after she’d abandoned them. 

Of course, her scorn was not limited to the British, though. The Turkish gang had gone from convenient source of income, to found family, to support system she couldn’t have functioned without, and she was so viciously loyal to their cause that one might’ve assumed she was due to take over one day instead of Kerem. Whilst her primary job is helping to push the immense mass of heroin that comes into the borough, however, where she lacks the business sense to further their interests in other ways, she instead sees herself as a humble volunteer. Committed to a public service, if you will... Indians, Russians, Rutherfords, you fucking name it; if they attempt to throw their weight around in her home, she is absolutely going to show them that their shit doesn’t fly. Nazli will greet with a bitter smile and an outburst so violent, it’s enough to make anybody second guess crossing her people. 

As tensions increase and her patience frays with the growing Russian presence on their doorstep, her responses are becoming more and more heavy-handed. The real problem, though? Nazli is starting to realise how much she fucking enjoys it.  

So maybe don’t push your luck. 

SOCIAL CONNECTIONS:

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. FAMILY: None playable. CONNECTIONS:

Kerem Doğulu: Good friend. Nazli has an immense amount of respect for Kerem. The fact that he was willing to put his personal goals aside for the furtherment of the gang’s interests is utterly selfless, in her opinion, and she can think of few others who would sacrifice the prospect of a better life to stick around people like them. Nazli adores him. When it’s his time to head up the Turkish gang, just as his father once did, she will help him stay there no matter the cost.

Berat Yalaz: Best friend. Though the four of them have always been tight knit, it was during the period in which Kerem considered higher education over a life with the gang that she and Berat became particularly close. Nazli helped him through his brief stint with heroin, and he’d always be the one willing to patch her up after one of her typically violent altercations. Nazli appreciates how he can go from class clown to savage brute in the blink of an eye if somebody needs him, and after all the years they’ve had each other’s back, that little shit is stuck with her for life. 

Azra Yavuz: Good friend. Growing up, neither of them had been blessed with a pleasant home life, but Azra had definitely got the shorter end of the stick. Nazli was always the first to offer her a distraction from her shitty father, though, and would camp out with her all night at Ayda’s when neither wanted to be stuck with their own families. Nazli has always done better in friendships with men rather than other women, but Azra was always the exception, and she would absolutely die for that bitch without a second thought. 

Ayda Demir: Friend. Well, she liked her a lot more before she got all ‘high horse’ about their gang, and broke up with her best friend...but the fact she doesn’t want to beat the shit out of her after doing either says a lot.

Nevra Erdoğan: Enemy. Fuck you, traitor. That’s why.

[happiestplacehq]

CLIO THOMAS is forty-nine years old. She is a World History Professor and a member of The Muses. She is the humanized version of Clio from the Disney film, Hercules.

+ Vocal, Proactive, Diplomatic - Workaholic, Perfectionist, Know-It-All

ABOUT CLIO

Clio Thomas’ life was not always an easy one, but she made the absolute best of what she could from what she had. Growing up in a small, closed-minded community, Clio had to find a way to better herself and satiate her thirst for knowledge by any means necessary.

It started with spending too much time at the library, a safe haven in an otherwise cruel world. Desperate to learn anything about the world outside that which she grew up, she poured over atlases and encyclopedias for as long as they would let her stay.

Clio knew she was different, and that there was a place for her out there somewhere. She saved enough to enrol at a small college out of state after high school, and from there the doors opened. It was in these years that she met her now best friend Calliope Lillias, who introduced her to a group of artists, writers and performers, who in turn helped her to find a community that truly understood her.

Her excellent grades and ability to stand up for herself and minority groups eventually earned her a doctorate in World History.

With the help of Calliope and their growing community, The Muses was born, a woman-led performing arts groups; they sing, they dance, they act (and you better believe Clio is going to give you an in depth lecture free of charge about the history of the bar you’re sitting in.)

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION*

(Optional) *Up to player.

CONNECTIONS

Calliope Lillias - Clio’s best friend. They formed The Muses together. Melanie Poe - A member of The Muses. They met through Calliope at an improv night at the community theatre. Thalia Ryan - A member of The Muses. Clio thinks she brings a real light to their group. Terena Chanze - The youngest of The Muses, Clio likes her enthusiasm.

Clio is currently available. Her faceclaim is Laverne Cox.

[wisteriashq]

There’s something soft in me—

The Nosy Nelly loves nothing more than spying on her neighbors and getting the latest gossip on Wisteria Lane. She is famous for her attention and desire to know the neighbor’s business, thus her presence is entertaining for some people and annoying to others. Her eyes are as keen as a hawk’s and she loves being the first to know and the first to tell, about anything particularly if it is scandalous. 

She has been recently becoming a busybody with the help of which she became famous in the community after finding Audrey Thompson’s body. Despite being obviously distressed she immediately started reporting to the operators, and then in calls typical for an investigative journalist, looked for something unusual in the hearing. She stole a blender with a torn name tag from Audrey’s house which is an impulse triggered by her OCD and curiosity. This petty theft when the circumstances around Audrey’s death will be revealed. 

Observing and accumulating information has always been the core of her life. She is a widow and with her children married, and away from home, she has no one to care for and thus spends her time attending to neighborhood watch meetings, charity events, and baking goodies that she forces on people in the neighborhood in the name of being friendly. Nevertheless, under the softness of her demeanor is a woman who feeds on the authority that comes with information.

We killed it; it's rotting

The Nosy Nelly has spent most of her days as a mere observer and an informant. Recently, a widow, whose her grown-up children moved out of home, gets preoccupied with the neighborhood watch meetings, local charity functions, along with a relentless supply of cookies to the defenseless neighbors in the name of courtesy. However, beneath the pleasant looking lady who appeared as a school teacher, there is a woman who enjoys the feeling that comes with power that comes with information. 

Her primary interest in the affairs of others results in conflicts with her neighbors who are aware of her spying tendencies. However, self-awareness of these mechanisms does not seem to affect her and she continues to believe that her actions serve the best interest of the community. She firmly stands for the fact that due to her hard work and precise research she must have saved more than one disaster, though her neighbors may not agree with her. 

[wdpa-rp]

Meet Sasha Jackson! Word on the street is that she bears a striking resemblance to Ryan Destiny. She is a Radio Host. Currently, she’s open.

→ Once Upon A Time.

Sasha comes from a long line of music lovers. Her mother, is a current anchor for KTLA 7 and her father, a sports journalist. Broadcasting had always been in her blood since she was very little.

While many believed she’d have the moxie for doing journalism very similar to her parents, she wasn’t one to be in the camera all day. Her inspiration was listening to the radio hosts on her way to school or on road trips to Los Angeles. 

Her first mini radio gig was during her high school and college years at WDPA. She was known as Bunny Boo on the radio and everyone fell in love with her soothing voice and bubbly sense of humor. 

→ The Road So Far.

Sasha is still one of the most prominent voices that many get to hear around the city of Santa Monica and Los Angeles. She’s there to provide the biggest hits and the biggest laughs. 

While she’s not out being a radio host, Sasha absolutely adores going shopping! She’s got two instagrams, her main one and her fashion one. Let’s just say her followers grow by the day. 

Even though Sasha didn’t exactly plan on becoming an influencer aside being a radio host, she’s doing the most to make sure to use her platform for the good of the city. 

→ The Vices & Virtues.

+ Ambitious, Comical, Bubbly

- Self-Critical, Hyper-Focused, Perfectionistic

→ Are You A Friend or Foe?

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