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Damian Rothschild 

Born September 23

46 years old

Born in Huntsville, AL

Currently in Santa Barbara, CA

Lieutenant General, United States Air Force 

Studied at Stanford University 

Married to Shauna Lucas

Father to Nadine Rothschild 

Faceclaim is Boris Kodjoe

Shauna Rothschild (nee Lucas) 

Born January 28

45 years old

Born in Austin, TX

Currently in Santa Barbara, CA

Lieutenant General, United States Air Force 

Studied at Kapiolani Community College 

Married to Damian Rothschild 

Mother to Nadine Rothschild 

Faceclaim is Gabrielle Union 

Nadine Rothscild 

Born January 20

22 years old 

Born in Honolulu, HI

Currently in Seacrest Cove, CA

Server at Old Mel’s 

Studying at Seacrest Cove University 

Not in a Relationship 

No Children

Faceclaim is Zoe Kravitz

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emily-echolls:

“Bullshit!” Emily half yelled in a raspy, sore voice, suddenly furious. It was painfully fucking obvious to her that she had been right- Nadine felt guilty, or obligated, or sympathetic and it made them feel the need to- care or some bullshit. “I don’t. I don’t need fucking anybody and good fucking thing too, because the only time people can stand to be around me is when I’m half fucking dead. ‘If you need someone you haven’t already pushed away’- fucking nailed it. And I’d rather literally kill myself than choke down your pity.” Emily mocked in a snarl as she shoved past them, shoulder checking them hard in the process. “Sincerely, fuck you, Nadine.”

Nadine wasn’t surprised in the slightest that Emily flew off the handle the way she did. They’d been expecting a strong response. Emily didn’t have her emotions in check, but Nadine couldn’t blame her for that. She had a lot going on. A lot of problems to work out on her own before she’d let anyone else in to help out as well. Silent as Emily shoved past them, Nadine made a note not to try and fix Emily Echolls anymore. She was far past the point of needing friendly advice--whatever it was she had going on...She’d need professional help for that. 

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tuck-avery:

“I guess i’m going for more of the slightly messy but also clean look. Straight clean is just boring though, and I need a little messy in my life.“

“Then you’re perfectly on point,” Nadine responded with a curt nod, eyeing the young man with more finality. “Messy, but not so much so that it’s...a mess, I guess.” 

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deaconcage:

“Ah, shit–do you need something?” 

“Yeah, sorry I woke you, but I was wondering if you took the rent to Porter yet or not...”

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tuck-avery:

“Be completely honest…how bad is my hat hair?“

“Little messy. Not too bad, though. Unless you’re trying to keep it clean,” Nadine answered, honestly and with little emotion to their words. “In which case, it needs to be fixed.” 

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emily-echolls:

“Yep, sure does.” Emily agreed thinly. She was perfectly agreeable to let that be the end of the conversation, and so when Nadine spoke again she snorted loudly, looking at her in annoyed incredulity, all but slamming her powerade down with a thunk. Build up of annoyance from the past three interactions she’d had with the older person was finally boiling over. “And why the fuck would you do that exactly? You don’t fucking like me, I don’t like you. If this is some weird guilt because of the shit I said at the library, strike it from your goddamn mind- do what you need to do so that this-” Emily motioned between the two of them “-weird ass dynamic stops.”

Nadine’s lips pursed, their eyes narrowing in a way that was meant to convey confusion, rather than annoyance. They didn’t have anything against Emily--surely the girl had to know that. They didn’t approve of all the other’s self destructive behaviors, but they didn’t have room to judge either. “I never said I didn’t like you, but if you don’t like me, I suppose I’ll do what I can to keep the dynamic not weird for you. But again,” Nadine paused. “If you need someone that you haven’t already pushed away, I’m here. You gotta have someone, Emily.” 

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lanafitzgerald:

“That’s a dangerous game to play, Nadine.” She quipped lightly as the other sat down, taking a sip from her own latte. “I feel like I’m breaking records every day for how long I can go without remembering I’m in the real world.”

“Sounds like a little thing I like to call dissociating,” Nadine quipped as lightly as they could. They knew a thing or two about dissociating, as it were. “You do that often, then?” 

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emily-echolls:

“You know what I meant anyway.” Emily grouched, pulling out a bottle of purple powerade and taking a swig. “I’m on anti viral medicine, it doesn’t do much for the symptoms of the fucking thing, hence the need for NyQuil.”

“Sucks,” Was all that Nadine said for a moment or two. They weren’t quite sure how to deal with Emily, not ever. Emily was a special breed of fucked up, but Nadine wouldn’t fault her for that. They were just as fucked up, but in a different way entirely. Everyone was fucked up, they mused. “I can run and get you some, if need be.” 

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emily-echolls:

Emily leveled a glare at the other person. “No, I actually have the fucking flu- lowered fucking immune system and all that- thanks for the reminder that I’m a piece of shit though.”

“We’re in college. Being hungover doesn’t make you a piece of shit,” Nadine commented. Nor did drinking in excess, even, they figured. If having a drinking problem automatically made someone an asshole, ninety percent of the people she interacted with on a biweekly basis were garbage. “Sorry about your flu. They didn’t put you on antibiotics?”

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roslmao:

“listen, i don’t believe in god. but you. you are god’s mistake. congratulations.”

Nadine didn’t talk to the people in 4D (apart from Gabe, who they worked with and Stella, who they attended AA meetings with) very much, but when they did...It was always odd. Roslyn and Liliana were...characters in their own right and Finn was just...too nice to talk to sometimes. Listening to Roslyn scare off a Freshman from their floor (who, from what Nadine could tell, was trying to get the girl to sign up for the Seacrest Cove Republicans Club) made them wonder whether they should bother to exchange pleasantries with the other at all when the odd Freshman out scampered away. 

“Not interested in stripping away civil liberties?” 

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lanafitzgerald:

“I can feel you standing right there. Seat’s not taken…If you want to join me, that is.” 

“Thanks. I didn’t mean to hover, I was just...” Nadine’s lips pursed, their own coffee clutched in one hand as they sat down across from the dark-haired girl. “You looked really into what you were doing. I guess I kinda wanted to see how long it’d take for you to notice something was off.” 

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emily-echolls:

“Unless you have some fucking NyQuil, stop talking.” Emily said in a rasping voice, offering the speaker a glare.

“Not really supposed to have anything stronger than an Advil on me,” Nadine tried, eyeing the girl oddly. “Hungover?”

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Nadine’s Character Sheet

QUOTE

"To be clever is good, to be brave is better, but to be a good person--that is everything.” 

BASIC

NAME: Nadine Ellis Rothschild  NICKNAMES: N/A  AGE: 22 BIRTHDAY: January 20th, 1996 GENDER: Non-binary  PRONOUNS: They/Them

FAMILY

MOTHER: Helene Paulette Bonet-Rothschild  FATHER: Thomas Martin Rothschild  LEGAL GUARDIAN (?): N/A SIBLINGS: N/A PETS: A three year old sphinx cat named Kona that Nadine was given as a gift right before they left for Seacrest Cove.  IMPORTANT EXTENDED FAMILY MEMBERS: N/A

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

FACE CLAIM: Zoe Kravitz RACE/ETHNICITY: Black / African American, Afro-Bahamian, Ashkenazi Jewish NATIONALITY: American  HEIGHT: 5′2″ WEIGHT: 114 pounds  HAIR COLOR:  Black EYE COLOR: Dark Brown  SKIN COLOR: Light Brown  DOMINANT HAND: Left, but ambidextrous  ANOMALIES: Nadine is covered in tattoos, not of any particularly meaningful design, but anything they thought looked pretty enough to put on their body. This inspo post pretty much sums up what their inkage is like.  SCENT: Nadine has a somewhat Earthy scent surrounding them. A hint of patchouli, a twinge of vanilla, a dash of spearmint here and there. Whatever they smell like on any particular day is typically dependent on whatever essential oils they’re diffusing in their apartment that day.  ALLERGIES: Latex, Pet dander  FASHION: Nadine’s closet is ridiculously relaxed. They have no set style, but will wear whatever is the most comfortable to them day by day. Typically, though, you can find them in jeans and a t-shirt.  NERVOUS TICS: Nadine picks at their nails when they’re nervous. They’re not a biter, but hangnails and chipped polish are fair game.

LIFESTYLE

HOME ADDRESS: 9280 East Cove Lane #2D, Seacrest Cove, CA RESIDES: Seacrest Cove, CA BORN: Honolulu, HI RAISED: Honolulu, HI, Santa Barbara, CA  VEHICLE: N/A PHONE: iPhone 5 LAPTOP/COMPUTER: HP Pavilion 

HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION: San Marcos High School COLLEGE EDUCATION: Seacrest Cove University  MAJOR: Pharmaceutical Science  MINOR: N/A JOB: Associate at Old Mel’s 

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Liberal  RELIGION: Agnostic  BELIEFS: Nadine believes in karma. Perhaps in reincarnation as well, but they’ve never put much thought into the afterlife.  MISDEMEANORS: N/A FELONIES: N/A TICKETS AND/OR VIOLATIONS: N/A DRUGS: Recovering prescription pill addict SMOKES: No  ALCOHOL: No DIET: Nadine is a very healthy eater. They cook at home more often than not, and do a lot of meal prepping. They keep their diet organic and full of the sort of healthy stuff that makes it possible for them to participate in as much physical activity as they do. 

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Asexual  RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single CHILDREN: N/A LOOKING FOR: N/A

BEST FRIEND(S): Julian Lowell, Stella Belmonte, Gabriel Wallace

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English

PHOBIAS: Relapsing, Disappointing their parents HOBBIES: Boxing, Martial Arts TRAITS: Quiet, Kind, Mellow, Approachable, Wise, Understanding  SOCIAL MEDIA: Facebook 

FAVORITE

LOCATION: Hawaii  SPORTS TEAM: N/A GAME: N/A MUSIC: Nadine listens to just about anything, but they prefer ASMR playlists over anything. Anything white noise-esque or calming, they’re into.  SHOWS: Nadine prefers reading to watching TV, but they do like American Horror Story, Slasher, and Drunk History. MOVIES: N/A RADIO STATION: They listen to Apple Music, not often the radio. FOOD: Collard greens, anything with tomato, mozzarella, and pesto, buckwheat bagels with dairy free cream cheese, wedged salads  PROFESSOR: Professor Rosenburg  BEVERAGE: Lemonades of all kinds. infused waters, water  COLOR: Cordovan 

CHARACTER

MORAL ALIGNMENT: True Neutral  MBTI: ISFJ ENNEAGRAM: Type 5 / The Investigator  TEMPERAMENT: Phlegmatic  WESTERN ZODIAC: Aquarius  CHINESE ZODIAC: Pig PRIMAL SIGN: Pufferfish  HOGWARTS HOUSE: Ravenclaw SONG: Help I’m Alive / Metric 

IDEOLOGIES: Everything happens for a reason.

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vance--b:

Although Vance had a bit of a carefree attitude, there were alot of things about her, that some people didn’t know. For starters, how serious she could be– not just about her studies, but about people and things she was passionate about. She was some what of an enigmatic character, rather hard to place at times but she wasn’t completely oblivious to people around her. She knew not everyone was going to get along with her, that was life– and even more so, she knew that some people wouldn’t react to the things she said quite how she thought they would. For example, in that instance the stranger before her seemed a little closed off, almost uncomfortable which was something that was a vast opposite to the rest of the crowd, squished inside the apartment. Dipping her head as she shifted out of the way for someone to grab a bottle over her, she stepped a little closer to the girl, tilting her head a little trying to make light of the situation. 

“More for me then..” She spoke in an almost cheery tone as she continued to pour the rest of the content into her small cup. “Snack?” Gesturing to the bowls of food, and various packets she raised her brow in wonder. She wasn’t one to pry into other peoples businesses, unless they wanted someone to talk to that is– she wasn’t one to push, but then again why you would want to discuss your personal affairs with a complete stranger was probably a fair point. But then again, most of the time Vance was a closed book, unless she was obviously pissed off at someone or something so she could understand the appeal. 

“Snacks I will help myself to,” Nadine responded, reaching around the girl to grab a handful of Halloween shaped pretzels that looked like they’d come right out of those little, orange and black Utz’s bags that they used to get while trick or treating as kids. Idly, they wondered if someone had taken the time to open bag after bag of the little treats and dump them into the bowl they were in and, if they had, whether it’d been a tenant of 4D or one of the partying guests around them. Popping a bat shaped pretzel into their mouth, they chewed and swallowed before speaking again, glancing over at their new partner in conversation. 

“You work at Baker’s Delight, don’t you?” They asked, trying to place the other. If they thought about it long enough, Nadine was sure they’d seen the girl around a few times. As a matter of fact, she was a Junior as well, wasn’t she? “I feel like I’ve seen you there a few times.” 

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stellabelmonte:

“Welcome to the Belmontewallaceknoxsanchezmcgee residence,” Stella yelled over the pounding music, an amused smile lighting her expression. “Don’t speak more loudly than you would in your own home. If you have to piss, go outside. If you have to take a shit…go home.” 

“Good thing I live next door,” Nadine started with little added expression, their gaze rolling over the bustling party before meeting Stella’s again so that they could speak. “What are the consequences for breaking that kind of rule? Or what do you do if you have to vomit?” 

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vance--b:

Vance, along with what felt like a few hundred people had crammed into the apartment of 4D. Amongst all the dancing bodies, the clouds of smoke and the clinking of glass bottles, you could say it was off to a good start– the night was filled with endless possibilities. However, for a brief moment the brunette had wondered through the crowds to make herself some kind of indescribable cocktail. Her hair a mess of reckless waves, tucked behind her ear was a joint, her lips still stained a crimson red and jet black nails, curling around the neck of the bottles she was eliminating before her eyes drifted to the person next to her. “Want some?” 

Sharing a wall with 4D meant a completely restless night here and there. Sharing a wall with Gabe and Stella now that they were a couple meant nearly restless nights on most nights. Nadine, with their forever-changing sleep schedule, didn’t mind the noise their next door neighbors made on occasion and even if they did, they wouldn’t do much to stop the rowdiness a wall over. Minding their business was easier than being told to fuck off by any of the three hot-headed women that lived within the walls of 4D, even if they knew there wasn’t much real maliciousness behind Stella, Ros, or Liliana. Halloween was the loudest night of the year, though. Nadine knew that and rather than wallow in their apartment over the noise or head somewhere else, they knew the easiest option would be to pass some time by stopping in. They knew there’d be some familiar faces there apart from the hosts. And there were, of course. Too many to count, they noted as they made their way into the party, wondering if almost all of campus was crammed into High Tides or if they were just exaggerating in their head. “No, thank you. Not supposed to drink.”