#langston.intro

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     ―  especially  at  𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭...  i  worry  over  situations  i  know  will  be  𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.                 perhaps  it's  just  𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍―  day  after  day  it  reappears,                            𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  after  𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  my  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭  shows  the  𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑;                                               𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒  appear  and  fade  away. 

                 MOON  SUMIN  written  by  KIT  (she/her)  for  FLEELANGSTON.

MOON SUMIN, mathematics & astronomy major at LANGSTON. most likely to open pandora's box 2: electric boogaloo. BRILLIANT, INSIGHTFUL, SOLITARY & OBSESSIVE. ( yang hyeji. 23. cis woman. she/her. bisexual. )

BACKGROUND: (tw: medical problems & infidelity)

It began at the dawn of what almost wasn’t. The Moon twins were born in need of immediate medical attention— so immediate that they weren’t held in their parents arms for days— but after Sumin recovered from her respiratory issues that were caused by getting tangled in the umbilical cord (it was around her neck), she overall retained decent health. On the other hand, Subin’s heart had a hole, and he would never really recover, and Sumin would move into the shadow of his chronic illness. She would learn to separate by shapes and colors, to build wooden towers, to solve puzzles and color within the lines in hospital waiting rooms. One could view her childhood and hope to surmise that her burden to bear was neglect, given that the household’s attention favored, reasonably, one child, but Sumin’s solitude never felt like someone lost sight of her, and if they did, it was by her machinations.  The impassivity of the stars was passed on to her early on; while one twin was loud to prove he was alive, the other was quiet with the confidence that she was. Subin couldn’t depend on life, so he grasped it around white, tight knuckles, and Sumin, merely an observer, took to no great lengths or desperation as she grew up; she was unimpressed by her circumstances— unimpressed by the shadow of tragedy that held her brother and brushed tendrils with her. Under these circumstances, she would not be spurred to jealousy, or to envy her brother; she would simply be moved to silence, and understand from an early age that nothing beyond her consciousness revolved around her, and that it was a scientific miracle to be alive at all. Of course, as a child, she could not articulate any of it, so she would live through domestic distress as if she were elsewhere, and cherish Subin’s health with no sense of resentment. On the other hand, this quiet child mostly showed joy when Subin was well enough to spend time with her playing, or joining her in school; her calendar’s counted down his recovery periods after major surgeries, and she would plan parties and ceremonies, once even declaring him as the “undead king”, which she even went through the trouble of procuring a Burger King crown for, and which their parents didn’t entirely appreciate when she revealed the ghastly theme of his ‘get well soon’ celebration.  While Sumin’s quiet impassivity moves her through life’s hardships, such as her father’s affair when they were children, she is motivated to pursue life by an intense realization of its incomprehensible nature that makes curiosity irresistible, and a good life desirable. She is a girl full of introspection and feelings of displacement, like she realized too early how terribly and impossibly big everything is, causing her to flit between content resignation and periods of existentialism, nihilism, and absurdism, and sometimes all four at once.  Being drawn to the incomprehensible, she took an interest in the universe and whatever lies beyond. Contrary to her brother, however, Sumin picked up on much more practical studies, as she’ll point out with some degree of snobbishness, since numbers are her perfect guide— with so much uncertainty growing up, she found comfort in discovering concrete and objectively correct answers to smaller, tangible problems. So, despite both of them nearly dying at birth, the Moon twins grew up with exceptional minds. In her humbled adult years, she simply hopes to make some form of meaningful discovery of the cosmic variety; to be a part of something that helps man along in their quest of understanding anything at all. 

PERSONALITY:

Sumin can be accurately described as a “weird girl”, despite how shallow and uninspired it sounds. We all went to school with a “weird girl”, and there are countless of “weird girls” all around, and if you really think about it, everyone is “weird” by their own variety. But let me explain with examples, aka, headcanons: 

Sometimes Sumin is so concerned with deadlines that she forgets to shower and does really stink, (and to be fair, she also forgets to eat and sleep) but most of the time, she can’t stand uncleanliness to the point of having minor freakouts when dishes are run through a dishwasher instead of getting washed by hand. Living with her is like living with an evil catholic nun on a bloody crusade against mess and disorganization. 

She also stubbornly engages in bizarre, contradictory behavior that borders on roleplay for “the bit”. As in, all of her emails, her text messages, and any written word received by her reads like it was written by a late 1800s socialite who has no enemies but is despised by their friends. 

The only reason that she’s on social media is so that she can do her “bit” and annoy an even greater number of people. 

She has three pet rats that she named after the Three Stooges. 

She does not drink or do drugs because she would never willingly impair herself (unless it’s really funny), and she only ever goes to large gatherings where there’s a mosh pit because she will need it to “vent her violent tendencies.” 

Her honesty is the most apparent thing about her, and while it’s good to have an honest friend by your side, she’s led by logic and practical solutions almost to a fault. Although she can perfectly grasp emotional turmoil in others (her empathy levels are fine), and when all things are considered, she’s patient and understanding, if someone is turning to her for emotional support, there’s a good chance that they’ll leave worse off than they were before. 

Sumin understands social cues but she doesn’t abide by them most of the time. She’s only ever been able to retain friendships with people who are as socially aware as she is. 

She is out of touch with popular contemporary artists. She typically listens to classic rock from decades past or death metal. It’s easy to tell when something happened because she’ll blast death metal while solving mathematical equations for hours at a time— it’s her most effective coping strategy. 

My biggest inspiration for her is Dennis from It’s Always Sunny, but with Charlie’s sex life— or rather, lack of. 

She does not partake in hook-up culture and is generally sickened by it, which is odd, considering that she has no meaningful romantic aspirations such as finding ‘the one’. It is worth noting that she doesn’t hold judgemental views towards sluts; she doesn’t care what other people do, more that she really does get a sick feeling when someone casually shows interest in her. If someone is not openly (and perhaps dangerously) obsessed with her and claims to see god in her eyes, then she is not even remotely interested. 

The times that she has been in love were periods of such intense moods and feelings that she needed several years' worth of recovery from. That said, I am open to romantic plots and connections; I’m sure that there’s one person in the world who could be an exception to this through some manner of special circumstance. 

She has an unhealthy relationship with competition. If anything turns into a competition, she’ll become the most insufferable person on the planet. 

With that said! Ahem, I’m open to all kinds of plots and connections that would challenge Sumin as a character, so to end this, I look forward to plotting with you all! <3 And as a last little character tidbit, here are the runner-ups for her “most likely” award that I spent way too long deciding between until I settled on pandora’s box 2: electric boogaloo:

Most likely to get stuck in a time loop until she gets it right.

Most likely to be visited by a being of pure light.

Most likely to figure out time-travel.

Most likely to spend her life in immersive daydreams.

[erudieti]

──   ( jenna ortega. 24. cis woman. she/her.  ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen ESMERALDA HEROUX anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of linger by the cranberries last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to  LANGSTON - i think they’re a SENIOR studying PALEONTOLOGY? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re OBSERVANT & SINCERE and a CAPRICORN. last night they kept going on and on about how they won BEST POKER FACE last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, ALOOF & DRY, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by café marta, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye!

mention of child abandonment.+ disability

BASICS:

full name: esmeralda angelica heroux nickname(s): esme, es age: twenty-four gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual & biromantic date & place of birth: december 31 in el monte, california occupation: paleontology graduate student with a focus on dinosaur reconstruction & (previous) ra at langston university faceclaim: jenna ortega ( specifically as astrid deetz if we wanna get technical w it ) piercings: so many. six on each ear, a belly button piercing, and a nose stud traits: reserved, polite, observant, cynical, meticulous, blunt, curious, stoic similar to:  kat stratford (10 things i hate about you), elphaba thropp (wicked), alan grant (jurassic park), prue halliwell (charmed), camilla saroyan (bones), monica geller (friends), beca mitchell (pitch perfect) aesthetics: coffee with an ungodly amount of creamer, humming songs while cooking dinner, going outside at 3 am to look at the stars, energy drinks, accidental 5 hour long naps, a disinterested gaze, an array of rings on each hand, bitten lips, over the ear headphones notable characteristics: wide, boring eyes, typically shaded by lenses; constant eye bags accompanied lips bitten red; hair hastily chopped at the shoulder with the claim of it being "easier to manage"; chunky soled shoes to make up for the lack of height otherwise; a near-permanent suspicious scowl

BULLET POINTS:

— born as one of two twins. her parents, who didn't know they were having twins, gave her up because they didn't prepare for the amount of care that esme, who was born legally blind, would require. — was fostered and later adopted by parents aksel and sarah heroux ( hi, mack, hi, axel, hiiii, professor heroux :lipbite: ) in manhattan, new york. and thank god she did ! — this ended up being the best place to be, as aksel and sarah never made her feel as if her disability was an issue -- for most of her life she wasn't even aware of it. she later came to have younger siblings of her own (her younger brother aleksei is very close to her heart and practically her best friend) — growing up she was always known as an “old soul” (read: autistic), and on account of both her disability and a personality that favored blunt (but observational) remarks, esme was teased a bit relentlessly — grew to be quite reserved and tightly wound as a defense mechanism, building strong armor in the form of poisonous words and evasiveness (no she will not process any of this please dni) — leant into books, music, film, and poetry to help her escape throughout the years and cherished the time she had with her family (homeschool kid ass energy…) — ended up at langston because her mom was there (stop calling her mom a milf she’s going to take drastic measures!!!) and she knew she'd miss her family something fierce if she went anywhere else. majored in geology for undergrad before joining the university's paleontology department as a graduate student — was an ra at langston pre-moldgate as well as her mother’s ta, enjoyed the guaranteed single room ( that she's mourning now, mind you ). was never really a stickler and didn't show her face much, but it was known that if you lived on esme's floor, she didn't really care what you did as long as you weren't obvious. as long as you didn't make life harder for her, she wouldn't make it hard for you ! — special interest in dinosaurs and yes it is ridiculously serious (obviously. she's trying to have dinosaur as a job) — applied to work at a research site in scotland, got accepted, and then couldn't go because of moldgate. angry and upset to be here !

QUICK FACTS:

— wears special glasses that correct the little vision she was born with – can now see pretty much 20/20 with them on, hates them and sometimes doesn't wear them — when not wearing her glasses she walks around with her seeing eye dog, rexy. — sleeps to dinosaur jungle asmr. unfortunately this is a non-negotiable. - baby loves to cook. always trying new recipes & loves to host dinner parties. she did many a cooking classes as a kid. she also danced for a while, but uses it now more as stress relief than anything else. — always tired. 9/10 if she isn’t replying it’s because she’s sleeping. insane concealer budget — loves film and movies and thinking way too deep into them. her letterboxd goes crazy. that being said, her standards are questionable — big fan of animal crossing. terraforming beast. her sims house goes crazy — she has a black leopard gecko named echo, a black cat named milagro, a doberman named rexy, and an array of fish, including a small leopard catshark named buddy. unfortunately, only echo, rexy, & milagro were able to make the trip over the pond with her </3 — collects bugs in amber as well as other small fossils — maximalist and has a bajillion stuffed animals — favorite season is fall — always wearing chunky boots — always cold — wicked sweet tooth — rides a motorcycle (her dad hates it she keeps giving him a heart attack) — never found without her cherry cola flavored vape & a pack of marlboro reds <3

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

the usual: friends, smoking buddies, classmates (current or previous), frenemies, enemies, acquaintances, rivals (academic or otherwise) random one off meetings -- let's throw play-doh at the wall and have fun!! :D

confidant: can be from either school, but someone who esme likes to just chill with — sit on a roof and smoke, laze around and talk, etc. they shoot the shit abt each others problems or whatever else is happening in their lives, usually at night, and they don’t necessarily have to be friends outside of this :P

group of friends: idk however many ... mainly the people that she hangs with all the time and who see her most :D she's a bit of a recluse so she really has to love you if you're gettin her out of the house

arch enemy: dramatic title for no reason. i just think it's funny when muses hate each other. hmu !!

exes, past flings, etc.: dating was rare, but happened, and if it ended it was (probably) esme's fault ( but also we can talk abt what happened !! ). flings are more common, but they're usually one night stands ( esme has a rule that she doesn't have anything more than a one night stand because it leaves too much room for complication, nerd ). crushes (requited or otherwise) are also welcome n we can see how things go with chemistry :D

um. more to come probably who know!!!

[tintedswindows]

──   (  alisha boe. 24. cis-woman. she/her.  ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen CLEO HARTWELL anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of i don't wanna be funny anymore by lucy dacus last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to LANGSTON - i think they’re a JUNIOR studying MUSIC PERFORMANCE & COMPOSITION? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re MAGNETIC, MERCURIAL and a SAGITTARIUS. last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO BURN HERSELF TRYING TO HOLD ONTO SOMETHING BRIGHT last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, MOONSTRUCK AND UNSERIOUS, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by dogwood blossoms, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye! /

ABOUT

full name — cleo larken hartwell

place of birth — naples, florida

date of birth & age — december 21, twenty-five

gender / pronouns — cis-woman, she/her

sexuality — bisexual

occupation — student, works part time at the produce market

astrology — sagittarius sun, cancer moon, gemini rising

traits — mercurial, unserious, moonstruck, magnetic, enigmatic

likes — vintage nightgowns, omnichords, dancing in the rain, never shutting up, polaroid photos, messy secondhand bookstores, making potions in the backyard in a jar, gas station coffee, video games, mismatched rings on every fingers, ferris wheels, lipstick smudges on any cup/mug, flirting, cherry soda, making a scene, live tweeting shows/movies, graffiti under bridges

SUMMARY

grew up in naples, florida with her mom n dad.. her mom frances was the type to be charming and protective one moment, then disppearing into her own struggles the next. the type to encourage cleo to climb trees to grab fruit but then leave cleo at the top of the tree when she's stuck by herself.

her dad russell was pretty emotionally absent... not much to say there... he was a truck driver that wasn't around much.. she'd kind of wait like a dog at the door on nights she knew he'd be home and sometimes he'd never show.

grew up in naples, florida with her mom n dad.. her mom frances was the type to be charming and protective one moment, then disppearing into her own struggles the next. the type to encourage cleo to climb trees to grab fruit but then leave cleo at the top of the tree when she's stuck by herself.

her dad russell was pretty emotionally absent... not much to say there... he was a profesional wrestler that wasn't around much.. she'd kind of wait like a dog at the door on nights she knew he'd be home and sometimes he'd never show. she went to a lot of his shows and honestly loved the theatrics of it all

she had a terrible bf kind of young that really messed her up... they were on n off and it gave her whiplash... he also gaslit her a lot so her view of love since that has been a bit.. skewed

her mom forced her to do piano when she was young simply so she could have Space from cleo because she never left her mom alone (aw). she honestly is VERY talented at it, but she sort of feels like it was something pointed at her by her mom to do and not her choice.. like questioning what of cleo is really herself

because of this she bought herself a nice keyboard. she likes the plastic, the freedom to play whenever she wants and not just at lessons, liked plugging her headphones in and just letting loose

moved to NEW YORK baby to try and pursue her music career. kind of loves it and composing music but also kind of. isn't sure what she's doing she's just kind of going with the flow at all times truly

she has the energy of someone home schooled who has never been socially conditioned properly except she has actually always existed in society typically since forever

she is highly unserious... kind of just lives in her own magical world and just says whatever she wants truly... she will talk to the wall honestly

she's a very passionate person tho! loves to fall in love and flirt... very much a mutual obsession or nothing kinda gal.... <3

she kind of clings on to people tho when she likes them.. she's like the stray cat that follows u everywhere... once she likes someone she's like oh my friend!

RANDOM

she collects trinkets.. lots of broken stuff, she especially loves that. thinks she has her own island of misfit toys <3

her wardrobe is random.. consists of lots of vintage dresses and beds and chunky accessories and then other days baggy jeans and loose clothes. kind of just a spur of the moment whatever she has in front of her she will wear, sometimes it's a lil eccentric

she hates silence... has music playing 24/7.. some tv in the background... taps her foot a lot to invisible beats... can't be left with the voices now...

she loves the piano and also hates it </3 keyboard is more her speed, even omnichord she messes around on. she was big on the twee train and singing with anyone who had a ukelele during that phase lmfao

she has a soft spot for animals. always had pet lizards and frogs growing up until she forgot to poke holes in the jars and they died </3

she is gonna leave her trace behind baby! will write on ur skin like it is her paper, probably wants to chew on anyone's shoulder, leaves notes everywhere.. this is her way of ensuring she isn't forgotten... kinda sad

i'm not giving wanted connections my brain hurts sorry bye

[collegiatesins]

──   (  jorge lopez. twentyeight. cis man. he/him.  ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen MAXIMO ESPINOZA ORTIZ anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of debí tirar más fotos by bad bunny last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to LANGSTON - i think they’re a GRADUATE STUDENT studying FILM & CINEMATIC STUDIES ? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re CONNIVING, MAGNETIC and a LEO . last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO GET YOU TO APOLOGIZE FOR SOMETHING HE DID last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, PUNCTILIOUS, HUMOROUS, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by the court yard, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye! / as penned by lulu.  28.  she/they.  cst.

BASICS

full name : maximo vicente espinoza ortiz .

nickname(s) : max , maxi if you're nasty .

age : twenty - eight .

date of birth : july 25th , 1996 .

birth chart : leo sun , gemini moon , leo rising .

hometown : new york city , ny / los angeles, ca .

gender : cis man .

pronouns : he / him / his .

sexual orientation : bisexual .

DISPOSITION

myers - briggs : the consul ( esfj-t )

ennegram : the investigator ( type five )

moral alignment : chaotic evil .

likes : cinema . spoilers for movies/tv shows . urban exploration . expensive black coffee . analog photography . hyper-specific wikipedia deep dives . impromptu solo trips . vintage vinyl records . learning dead languages . always having a camera nearby . instigating arguments so he can play the middle man . trying new curly girl hair methods to see which works best . providing goodie bags for hook ups to grab on their way home . TAing for intro to film classes just so he can force people to watch his favorite niche foreign horror films . psychological mind games . witty one liners . comparing himself to greek mythology figures unironically . etc .

dislikes : loud chewing . long lines . matcha flavored anything . small talk . due dates of any kind . having to repeat himself more than once . people not easily susceptible to his bullshit . bad liars (if you're gonna lie, lie well at least) . having to apologize . people who speak spanish with a bad accent . superhero movies . cheapsakes . taking short cuts . etc .

quirks : distinctive and eclectic taste in fashion . often combines streetwear and high-fashion elements . features a mix of bold patterns , graphic tees , oversized jackets , and accessorizes with items like beanies and statement jewelry . essentially , max's style is characterized by its fusion of urban and avant-garde aesthetics . everything about maximo comes across as effortless, the poster child for relaxed and unbothered. if life's a marathon, max's running a easy brisk, never breaking a sweat or losing his place in the lead. after all even if someone were running faster than him, he'd find a way to slow 'em down or disqualify them from competing altogether.

CHARACTER ASSOCIATIONS

frank abagnale ( catch me if you can ) , roman roy ( succession ) , logan huntzberger ( girlmore girls ) , ferris bueller ( ferris bueller's day off) , willy wonky ( charlie and the chocolate factory ) , rusty ryan ( ocean's eleven ) , logan delos ( westworld ) , louise belcher ( bob's burgers ) , dewey riley ( scream )

REPUTATION AROUND PALLADIAN

the serpent in the grass. the sly tongue. the inviting smile. the one with an uncanny ability to befriend everyone in his path. the puppeteer. the documentarian with a camera always in hand. the pot stirrer. the bored predator who plays with his food. the born shows man. the master of playing both sides. the wild card. mister unpredictable. alliances always shifting. never let them know your next move. the secret keeper and grudge collector. the problem solver if you’re willing to pay the price. the devil you’re warned never to make a deal with. the late-night therapist. the judgement-free zone. the one call you’d make if you ever landed in jail...if he wasn't already locked in there with you. the alibi. the jokester. the prankster. the “we’re too young to be taking life this seriously” philosopher.

CHARACTER SUMMARY

bi coastal baby

product of an affair when his hot shot lawyer father was in california and got a side thing without letting her know she was a side thing.

she got pregnant with maxxie poo and that's when he had to come clean.

like most cheating men, he wasn't gonna leave his wife. and while his wife wanted nothing to do with his affair baby at first, with his aspirations to go into politics one day they knew it'd be a bad look if he had an estranged child running around.

so it was decided that max would spend the school year with his father in new york and his summers would be spent in los angeles with his mother.

his mother was a public school teacher and max actually spent the first five years of his life solely with her. only seeing his dad on holidays. so it was a shock to his system when he had to move to nyc and live in luxury when his mom pretty much lived paycheck to paycheck.

even as a little kid he thought it was a little unfair how easily life was at his father's. like he felt lowkey guilty about having a personal chef when he knew his mom was having ramen noodle for dinner back in cali.

but....you know kids. they spoil quickly. so pretty soon max didn't really have that guilt anymore and if anything whenever he had to go be in cali for the summers he was a bit of a brat.

he loved his mom though, so he decided instead of complaining about the life he had in cali, he'd just try to make it better. aka he started hustling and running little get rich quick schemes and scams.

his mom would have none of that though and he'd get his ass beat with a flip flop whenever she caught whiff of any of them. so max was like "hmm how can i get money in a legit way then?" hence forth his youtube channel was born senior year of high school. think david dobrik-esque. he'd like film him + his friends doing dumb stuff around LA/NYC. and it kinda blew up in an unexpected way.

his father definitely was NOT a fan of the debauchery but max was a little shit who knew where the proverbial bodies were buried (aka his dad was having yet ANOTHER affair), so maximo sr really couldnt do anything to stop the channel from taking off. what he could do however was demand max to go to college anyway or else he'd be cut off financially.

knowing the world of social media was a fickle beast and that his popularity might not last, max agreed without much complaint. he went to NYU Tisch School of the Arts for his undergrad and was going to langston for his master's when the "incident" happened and now he's in the UK.

[rhythmicals]

──   (  brianne tju. twenty three. nonbinary. they/them.  ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen LUNA CHISHOLM anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of tear you apart by she wants revenge last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to LANGSTON - i think they’re a JUNIOR studying POLITICAL SCIENCE / PSYCHOLOGY? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re INTENSE and CAPRICIOUS and a LEO . last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO COMMIT ACTS OF ARSON last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, LOYAL and STUBBORN, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by the common rooms, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye!

full name : luna celeste chisholm .

age : twenty - three .

date of birth : july 29th , 2001 .

birth chart : leo sun , sagittarius moon , aries rising .

hometown : new york city , new york .

gender : non - binary .

pronouns : they / them / theirs .

sexual orientation : lesbian .

DISPOSITION

myers - briggs : the protagonist ( enfp - t )

ennegram : the challenger ( type eight )

moral alignment : chaotic evil .

likes : the stillness of a late night . stan twitter . bright city lights and neon signs . the warmth of a fireplace . attention , both good and bad . the anonymity of clubbing . gothic rock and post - punk . silver jewellery . heavy makeup . picking apart people's psyches . tarot reading . thoughtful and sentimental gifts . horror movies . halloween . fortune cookies .

dislikes : fake friends . family dinners . put - on politeness . people who don't talk politics . people who are too serious . soft cheeses . being left out of plans . being alone for too long . being made to feel stupid . pretty girls with mid - tier or ugly boyfriends . the word no . getting into trouble, even if it was their fault . most slow - paced activities .

CHARACTER ASSOCIATIONS

mia wallace ( pulp fiction ) , mercutio ( romeo and juliet ) , ilana wexler ( broad city ) , lily ( black swan ) , jennifer check ( jennifer's body )

CHARACTER SUMMARY

the  youngest  of  three  children  adopted  by  a  media  mogul,  adopted  as  a  toddler  mostly  for  the  optics  after  a  particularly  nasty  scandal.  nevertheless,  they  were  by  far  their  father’s  favourite,  doted  upon  and  spoilt  absolutely  rotten.

no  expense  was  spared  in  their  upbringing  —  the  most  prestigious  private  schools,  the  best  tutors,  all  the  latest  and  greatest  kit.  anything  to  distract  from  the  fact  that  their  father  was,  in  fact,  very  absent  from  their  life  growing  up  and  they  were  raised  mostly  by  nannies.

kind  of  a  nightmare  child  to  deal  with  growing  up,  at  least  within  the  home.  has  caused  at  least  five  nannies  to  quit  in  their  first  week  and  go  home  crying  throughout  the  course  of  their  childhood.  outside  of  the  home  and  around  their  father,  though,  they  were  always  the  perfect  little  angel. 

absolutely  dominated  at  every  after  school  activity  from  the  ages  of  five  to  about  thirteen,  due  to  a  terribly  pervasive  competitive  streak  that  was  great  for  winning  but  not  so  great  for  making  friends.  thankfully,  they  mostly  grew  out  of  it  by  the  time  high  school  rolled  around  --  although  it  does  rear  its  ugly  head  from  time  to  time.

it  was  also  around  high  school  that  they  started  experimenting  with  style  and  gender,  growing  into  a  personality  of  their  own  --  one  that  was  far  more  accepting,  open  -  minded  and  rebellious  than  her  father's.  the  two  clashed  often,  family  dinners  becoming  a  battlefield  of  barely  restrained  passive  aggressiveness  that  almost  inevitably  culminated  in  full  -  blown  screaming  matches.

in  an  almost  comically  predictable,  cartoon  villain  -  like  move,  their  father  cut  them  off  a  few  days  after  their  eighteenth  birthday  --  with  the  only  warning  they  got  being  a  call  from  their  bank  telling  them  their  credit  card  was  cancelled.  what  followed  was  a  so  called  "gap  year"  in  which  they  mooched  off  of  their  friends,  went  clubbing  every  night  and  did  a  lot  of  drugs  #selfdiscovery

applied  to  langston  because  their  friends  were  going  there,  not  expecting  to  get  in  and  being  pleasantly  surprised  when  they  did.  blackmailed  their  dad  into  paying  for  tuition  by  revealing  all  the  dirt  they  had  collected  on  him  by  bugging  their  house  when  they  were  a  teenager  😁

PERSONALITY

very  morally  grey,  believes  that  the  good  ends  justify  the  dubious  means.  quick  to  anger  at  any  perceived  slights,  intended  or  otherwise.  brutally  honest  ,  often  to  the  point  of  being  cruel  –  in  their  defense  ,  they  do  like  it  when  people  are  honest  back.  very  much  a  do  now,  think  later  type  of  person  used  to  out  -  running  or  paying  their  way  out  of  sticky  situations.  loyal  to  a  fault  if  they  consider  you  a  friend,  but  will  never  trust  someone  again  if  love  is  lost  once.  holds  a  grudge  like  no  other  .  generally  a  good  time  at  parties,  will  never  back  down  from  a  dare  no  matter  how  dangerous  or  gross  .

[pclarcld]

──   (  nico higara. twenty4. nonbinary. they/he.  ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen OSMOND ‘OZZY’ AVERSESCU anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of man! i feel like a woman by shania twain last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to PALLADIAN - i think they’re a SENIOR level studying ARCHITECTURE? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re AVOIDANT & HARMONIOUS and a LIBRA . last night they kept going on and on about how they won BEST PERSON TO SURVIVE ON A STRANDED ISLAND WITH last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, INDECISIVE & DIPLOMATIC, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by the inner garden, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye! / as penned by parker.  twenty7.  they/he.  est.

BIO PINTREST MUSINGS VISUALS WC INSPO THREADS

STATS

full name: osmond "ozzy" aversecu

birthdate: september 29th, 2001

family: maria & gerald (parents) / devon & nathan (2 adoptive siblings)

gender: non-binary

pronouns: they/he

sexuality: queer

languages: english, japanese

height: 5'8"

hair color: brown

eye color: brown

tattoos/piercings: n/a

PERSONALITY

+traits: amiable, diplomatic, harmonious, optimist, affectionate.

- traits: avoidant, overwrought, indecisive, boisterous, perfectionist.

labels: the insouciant, the obsequious

aesthetics: a field of poppies, killing with kindness, bedsheets perfectly tucked, sending handwritten notes, freshly fallen snow, moss covered rocks., cheesy romantic comedies, tea with honey.

character inspo: charles bingley (pride & prejudice) lana lang (smallville) blaine anderson (glee) peeta mellark (thg)

fears: rejection, being unwanted, imperfection

hobbies: drawing, running, crochet, guitar

myers-briggs: ENFJ-T protagonist

hogwarts house: hufflepuff

temperament: sanguine

moral alignment: lawful good

HEADCANNONS

peeps over at devons bio and clears throat (disclaimer mack overrides me whatever they say GOES you got it... if i misspeak... no i didnt...)

from the start there were high expectations in the household. and ozzy? they were ready to rise to it! soccer practice, got it! ace all your tests, easy! follow a specific routine to a t, whatever makes it easier for everyone else.

they went thru childhood being told what to do and they just... listened...like fr. there was never a rebel phase. there were no tantrums. ozzy just... wanted to do their best wanted his parents to be proud? :(

they just like??? wanna see the best in everyone. homelife kinda was and is and probably always will be wonky and he just wants 2 make other people feel loved and appreciated for more than just their achievements

theyd never admit it but they def used palladian as an excuse to get the FUCK away.. theyve found themselves a lot thru college. he grew up as quite the push over and he sometimes still kinda is but ? has more of a backbone now like they wont compromise their morals to make someone happy but like back in the day it was constantly trying to do ANYTHING to be on everyones good side

other people can fail !! theyll be a shoulder for you to cry on and tell you all about your amazing qualities... but if they fuck up?? god just the worst person ever... how dare they..

ozzy isnt one to judge like tell him your worst secrets and he'll take it to the GRAVE !!! only thing that gets 'em going really is if you fuck for the people he cares about. they have a big heart. so much love to give. so theyre also a bit protective of his lil circle like he just wants everyone happy like they deserve

insanely picky eater like. probably eats the same 3 foods every week.

v affectionate and in tune w their options. theyll tell u they love u as soon as they do and it'll probably be day 1. a type to smooch their friend on the lips as good luck before their big show or whateva

they arent perfect like... they wanna be and try to be but... theyre flawed since, y'know, human. but they hate conflict so theyll do WHATEVER to not deal. big run-away from my problems kind of person... like... lemme just go to school in a different country and that'll solve everything...right? right....

WANTED CONNECTIONS

everything :( please :(

[lowtieds]

──     (   chandler  kinney.  24.  demigirl.  she/they.   )  thank  god  you’re  here,  man  -  have  you  seen  ALYLA  KINCAID  anywhere?  i  totally  lost  them  after  their  rendition  of  what  if  you  change?  by  the  wldlfe  last  night.  no?  they’re  like,  aye  -  high  and  go  to  PALLADIAN  -  i  think  they’re  a SOPHMORE studying  THEATRE  +  STAGE  MANAGEMENT?  but  who  knows,  these  days.  all  i  know  is  that  they’re  PRETENTIOUS,  RESOLUTE  and  an  ARIES .  last  night  they  kept  going  on  and  on  about  how  they  won  MOST  LIKELY  TO  WRITE  THIS  FUCKING  PLAY  ABOUT  US  last  year,  which  is  cool  and  whatever,  but  i  just  wouldn’t  expect  it  out  of  them,  considering  they’re  so,  like,  DISCIPLINED  and  BLUNT,  you  know?  anyways  -  i’m  going  to  check  down  by  the  amphitheatre,  i  think  that’s  where  they  like  to  hang.  text  me  if  you  see  them,  okay?  bye!

         ⊹   FULL  NAME         alyla spencer kincaid          ⊹   NICKNAME(S)            lyla          ⊹   BIRTHDATE  /  ZODIAC         april 14  /  aries          ⊹   GENDER  /  PRONOUNS         demigirl  /  she/they          ⊹   SEXUALITY         pansexual          ⊹   STUDYING         theatre + stage management   ⸺   alternatively named: bossy, dramatic bitch ( affectionate ) 101

         ⊹   LIKES         glitter  gelly  roll  pens,  thrifted  jackets,  musical  slime  tutorials ( iykyk ),  eras  tour  style  friendship  bracelets,  consulting  co  -  star  to  find  a  reason  for  every  minor  inconvenience,  the  general  concept  of  maureen  johnson  from  rent,  finding  parallels,  poorly  written  television,  making  fun  of  the  gossip  girl  reboot  but  secretly  loving  it          ⊹   DISLIKES         being  told  what  to  do,  people  who  don't  like  pop  music  like  y'all  are  soooo  boring,  modern  film  lighting  and  color  grading,  the  lularoe  -  ification  of  thrift  stores,  the  way  nobody  wears  headphones  in  public  anymore,  men  who  think  the  gym  is  a  personality  trait,  everything  bagels,  big  cities that  don't  have  metro  systems

         ⊹   BIRTHPLACE         new york city,  new york          ⊹   CURRENT  RESIDENCE         bath,  england

         ⊹   MOTHER         adah kincaid, housewife / retired stage actress          ⊹   FATHER         ellery kincaid, off - broadway stage manager          ⊹   SIBLINGS         2 older siblings ( cough cough )

alyla  grew  up  surrounded  by  the  arts  —  living  a  short  subway  ride  away  from  manhattan's  theatre  district,  her  mother  a  former  actress  only  retiring  to  raise  her  children,  her  father  still  working  as  a  stage  manager  for  off  -  broadway  productions,  and  her  older  siblings  attending  a  private  arts  school.  it  only  made  sense  that  she'd  follow  in  the  footsteps  of  everyone  else  in  her  family.  she  started  young,  being  an  obvious  pick  whenever  a  production  her  father  or  someone  either  of  her  parents  knew  was  working  on  needed  a  little  girl  to  be  on  stage  for  a  few  minutes  to  be  cute  and  maybe  deliver  a  few  lines.  she  had  a  natural  stage  presence,  which  her  mother  would  boast  about  at  any  opportunity.

sure,  it  certainly  helped  that  at  every  rehearsal  and  every  show  there  was  someone  standing  just  off  stage  with  a  tube  of  mini  m&ms  to  reward  her,  but  alyla  genuinely  loved  the  stage.  it  was  playing  pretend  on  a  scale  much  bigger  than  her  living  room,  with  an  audience  giving  her  their  undivided  attention.  so  when  she  was  finally  old  enough  to  start  doing  children's  theatre  she  was  ecstatic.  she  spent  the  summer  after  kindergarten  doing  a  kids  musical  theatre  day  camp,  getting  a  small  scale  version  of  acting  and  singing  lessons  and  doing  well  enough  that  some  of  the  camp  counselors  suggested  putting  her  in  one  on  one  lessons  after  school.  don't  have  to  tell  her  mom  twice  —  she  tacked  on  dance  too,  for  good  measure.  alyla  had  an  interest  anyway,  so  why  not  go  for  making  her  a  triple  threat?

being  in  so  many  after  school  classes,  plus  school,  plus  a  few  weeks  of  show  rehearsals  every  few  months,  alyla  was  busy.  too  busy  for  silly  things  like  playdates,  birthday  parties,  or  sleepovers,  except  for  the  odd  occasion  where  they  would  fall  on  a  day  off.  she  enjoyed  everything  she  was  doing,  but  her  mom  enjoyed  it  more.  alyla  figured  out  pretty  early  that  her  mom  missed  doing  all  the  same  things,  and  she  enjoyed  watching  her  daughter  follow  in  her  footsteps  maybe  a  little  more  than  alyla  herself  enjoyed  doing  all  of  it.  but  at  the  end  of  the  day,  she  did  enjoy  it.  so  she  never  said  anything  about  it.

another  thing  she  noticed,  or  more  so  was  told  by  her  siblings,  was  their  parents  drifting  apart.  not  necessarily  because  their  mother  was  never  home  because  she  was  busy  taxing  kids  to  and  from  activities  and  playing  stage  mom,  or  because  their  father  was  doing  something  similar  by  taking  on  more  responsibilities  for  the  productions  he  was  working  on.  no,  they  assured  her,  those  were  just  symptoms.  people  don't  need  to  spend  all  their  time  together  in  a  relationship,  that  doesn't  mean  they  aren't  happy  together  or  that  there's  a  problem.  aside  from  neither  of  them  wanting  to  confront  obvious  facts,  anyway.  this  became  more  and  more  apparent  as  she  got  older.  her  mother  wanting  to  hang  around  and  watch  her  dance  class,  provide  her  two  cents  to  her  acting  coach,  whether  or  not  alyla  (  or  her  teachers  )  actually  wanted  her  in  the  room.  even  as  she  got  to  be  ten,  twelve,  fourteen  years  old.  it  got  to  be  suffocating.

and  then  she  finally  said  as  much.  caused  a  huge  fight  just  asking  for  her  mother  to  not  volunteer  to  help  her  high  school  drama  teacher  that  season.  one  of  them  had  to  give  in  eventually,  and  it  was  alyla  in  the  end  who  decided  it  wasn't  worth  arguing  about.  but  the  relationship  never  went  back  to  normal.  not  only  with  her  mother,  but  also  her  father  who  decided  he'd  rather  stay  out  of  it  than  back  up  either  of  them.  it  seemed  to  strain  their  relationship  with  each  other  further  as  well.

decided  to  take  a  break  from  everything  for  a  year  after  high  school  graduation.  no  school  or  major  performing  commitments.  moving  into  her  own  manhattan  apartment  while  she  debated  her  next  steps.  one  year  turned  into  two  before  finally  deciding  to  figure  out  what  she  herself  really  enjoyed  about  performing.  and  even  dip  her  toes  into  some  of  the  behind  the  scenes  work  —  something  she'd  had  an  interest  in  ever  since  she  was  a  little  girl  following  her  father  around  backstage.

the  time  apart  from  her  family  though,  it  never  really  repaired  anything.  going  home  for  holidays  was  tense.  family  coming  to  see  her  performances  even  more  so.  and  every  time,  she  was  surprised  to  see  her  parents  pull  up  in  the  same  car.  every  interaction  felt  tense  and  just  being  in  the  same  room  felt  like  being  in  a  cage  with  them.  of  course,  she  loves  her  family,  but  that  doesn't  help  that  suffocating  feeling  that  never  really  went  away.

college,  she  decided,  would  make  for  a  good  clean  break.  she  had  plenty  of  great  options  in  new  york,  sure,  but  she  needed  physical  distance.  and  well,  what  better  barrier  than  an  ocean  between  herself  and  her  problems?

misc   fun   facts     —

she's  taking  another  one  of  her  performance  breaks  to  focus  more  on  the  stage  management  and  behind  the  scenes  production  part  of  her  major.  so  while  she's  not  on  stage  at  for  palladian  productions  she's  backstage  w  her  clipboard  and  headset  like  a  little  summer  from  school  of  rock  the  musical.  time  to  play?  that's  her.

is  she  supposed  to  be  taking  a  a  sabbatical?  yes.  would  she  still  absolutely  take  a  chance  to  perform  if  it  was  handed  to  her?  also  yes.  her  instagram  dms  are  open  for  inquiries-  [SILENCED]

you  know  that  scene  in  the  percy  jackson  show  where  annabeth  looks  at  percy  like  he’s  the  stupidest  person  she’s  ever  encountered  and  tells  him  its  like  he  needs  her  to  make  fun  of  him?  thats  her.  affectionately.  it  means  she  likes  you.

tries  to  avoid  using  her  last  name.  give  herself  some  distance  from  her  family.  uses  her  middle  name  when  given  a  choice.

into  all  that  astrology  /  astrology  adjacent  stuff.  she  doesnt  know  tarot  or  anything  but  if  she  ever  finds  her  old  bella  sara  cards  she  would  totally  use  them  to  do  something  like  the  sesame  street  flash  card  /  pokemon  card  tarot  guys  on  tiktok.  and  it  would  be  weirdly  accurate.

yes  she  has  a  jellycat  collection,  look  at  her,  of  course  she  does

runs  her  letterboxd  like  the  navy  and  because  there's  no  equivalent  for  tv  shows  she  keeps  an  annual  note  in  her  notes  app  with  her  star  ratings,  dates  started  /  finished,  and  reviews.  she  will  happily  show  it  to  you  if  asked.

ok  so  i'm  send  a  wc  eventually  but  i  think  it  would  be  HILARIOUS  if  one  /  both  of  her  siblings  were  langston  students.  it  would  piss  her  off.  especially  if  they  tried  to  convince  her  to  transfer  and  come  back  with  them-  (  dm  me  )

[gutwrenchs]

──   (  alexa barajas. twenty2. agender. she/her.  ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen ARACELI ‘DOVE’ TABOADA anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of hot rod by dayglow last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to PALLADIAN - i think they’re a JUNIOR studying TEXTILE & SURFACE DESIGN + MUSIC PERFORMANCE & COMPOSITION? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re EXPRESSIVE & ANALYTICAL and a VIRGO. last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO DIE FIRST IN A HORROR MOVIE last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, PERFECTIONIST & RESTLESS, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by dogwood blossoms, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye!

( 1 ) 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀...

name. araceli beatriz taboada. nickname. exclusively called paloma by her grandmother, dove by everyone else. gender. agender. usually goes by she/her but doesnt really gaf. date of birth. august 31st, 22 years old. zodiac. virgo. birthplace. guadalajara, mexico. orientation. bisexual, real life depiction of the 'damn nobody want you fr' meme. ethnicity. latina (mexican, tapatía). nationality. american. languages. spanish (native, fluent) & english (fluent) & asl. school. palladian. major. textile & surface design (focusing on home furnishing and set design) + music performance & composition.

height. 5'7. eyes. brown, but if you're ever writing about them, please refer to them as beautiful chestnut orbs that appear to have shades of woodland green in them when the sun strikes against the iris (her personal request). hair. dark brown, confused for black until the light hits it. voice. oscillates between a deeper tone and high-pitched squealing depending on how excited she is about a topic or a person. talks a mile a minute. slightly grating regardless since she never shuts up. occasionally pronounces words with spanish phonics if she's never heard it spoken. body mods. both ears pierced at the lobe, currently hiding a navel piercing she got while heavily intoxicated. scars. her pinky is still slightly crooked after #jumpropegate (do not ask her about jumpropegate). distinguishing features. beauty mark on her chin, strange and unusual big dipper freckle pattern on her upper back.

wardrobe. collection of clothing spread in the most mis-matched way possible. loves to wear coats in the middle of summer and freeze in flowy skirts during the winter. never has an umbrella in hand. must, by personal law, accessorize with at least 3 necklaces. none of this matters because she always finds a way to stain her clothes: dirt, bleach, paint, food, something's getting on her fit! scent. layers up on strawberry and vanilla scents like her life depends on it.

family. xochitl gomez (mother, alive, deadbeat), javier taboada (father, alive, deadbeat), aaron taboada (twin, alive), carmen taboada (grandmother, alive). pets. uniquely terrified of any animal that isn't frogs or toads. does not have a pet frog but she finds local frogs and toads tend to find her like she's snow white.

likes. astrology, but knows nothing about it, so she just says things about signs and hopes they land. the crunchy sound of old songs. academic validation. anything that's overly sweet and will give her a toothache (will complain about the toothache). people who allow her to obnoxiously recount her favorite movies. people who allow her to obnoxiously recount anything, in general. cherries, specifically in a jar. sneaking food into places she shouldn't. socks of all varieties. dislikes. movies where the sets are all green screen cgi. diet sodas that don't taste as good as the regular soda. having to fill in surveys. the word ergonomic (she doesn't like how it looks). reality tv shows where they don't get money at the end. toast that isn't heavily burnt (she likes it almost inedible). the french. cauliflower rice.

( 2 ) 𝗯𝗶𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝘆...

tws. neglect, abandonment

born 15 minutes after her brother. surprise! nine months and her parents had no idea they were going to be parents to twins: already had everything prepared for their little boy, precious and adored, only to have to make space in their lives for another. there was a moment, brief, where she was completely adored: a miracle baby, almost. until the stars faded and the reality of having two children instead of one started to settle in — double the diapers, double the meals, two figures to get through schooling.

aaron was always treated best. the thing is that after she was born, dove’s mother experienced complications, nearly died — and the experience was enough to make her father think she was cursed. an almost-killer. so it was easier to love the first born, the child that was wanted. she’s never spoken ill of dove like her father, but she thinks her mother believed it. home was comprised of two things: either her father’s burning fury at her for the act of being born, or her mother’s icy disdain.

it was little things: sometimes she wouldn’t have a plate set up for her on the dining table, or she’d have to walk home because her mother forgot to pick her up from school, or she’d have to wear hand me downs because there was only enough money for aaron’s new clothes. carved a distance between the twins, too. reckless, fun aaron and his quiet, academics obsessed sibling. that was the thing — if she couldn’t get validation from her parents, she would get it from her teachers.

The Big Split happens when she’s fourteen. this is when her parents hastily pack her bags and send her to live with her grandmother. her grandmother is sweet. loving, nurturing, the antithesis of what she’s had to deal with for most of her life. in a way, being sent to her is a mercy. a kindness from her parents. but it’s also a message: their family was set, and she was something outside of it. nothing to be done about that, though sometimes she catches herself wishing she could turn back time and find a way to make them love her.

dove never intended to go to college, happy to get a minimum wage job and figure out life day by day. until she wasn’t. until the days became monotonous, and she realized she was entering a spiraling loop. if she didn’t step out of it quick, it would swallow her whole, keep her cocooned in the past — so her anxiety told herself, anyway. she needed to get away, she needed to be reckless for once in her life, so she began applying to anywhere at all: any university, any program. palladian just happened to be the first to nip at the bait.

( 3 ) 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀...

do not call her araceli. she responds only to dove. has a pavlovian response to the name araceli where she starts biting if she hears it.

the type to be like "professor what about last week's homework 🤓" and was not pushed into enough lockers as a kid for her to not do that. just ignore her fr...

really loves movies and wants to work in film one day :3 her passion is 100% in set design, the music composition part of her major is just for fun. the type to write a musical masterpiece and not even realize it.

always has some kind of braid in her hair. she used to add flowers to them to appear more ethereal but then bees kept coming up to her so now she stays away from the flowery looks.

does not shut up. ever. do not engage in conversation with her because she will talk and talk and talk. can find a way to discuss any single topic. will also argue for hours even if she's wrong just to exhaust the other person into acquiescence a debate team's greatest dream and worst nightmare in one package.

always carries one 600+ page book in her bag just in case she needs to attack someone with it. do not ask her why she's prepared for an attack, just make sure you're not on the wrong side of her wrath.

is not allowed to drive because she can't go faster than 45 and even that is pushing it in her mind.

allergic to lying. no, really! starts getting a rash if she lies. most obvious tell is how she starts scratching at her arms.

( 4 ) 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀...

the almosts - dove is a little romantic but romance has never agreed with her. always the second choice, second best, the rebound, exes on bad terms, ghosters... these would be people she's attempted to form something with but none of them have ever stuck.

platonic soulmatism - the one person who just clicks with dove perfectly. attached at the hip even! u can't think of one without thinking of the other! ideally palladian for the memories but we can also discuss a newfound platonic soulmatism developing with a langston student :3

anything else! friends, enemies, rivals, that one vaguely homoerotic toxic friendship that's been built up since freshman year, a film student she does all the set work for, a bad influence, someone who pays her to do all their homework but they somehow haven't realized she doesn't know anything about their major, book club that consists of just her and one other person who always disagree about the book they're reading, someone who feeds the frogs with her

[cloyingblccd]

──   (  emilio sakraya. twenty-five. demi-man. they/he.  ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen ZAKARIA QADIR anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of flash mountain by djo last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to  LANGSTON - i think they’re a JUNIOR studying ANIMATION (2d and 3d)? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re LACKADAISICAL, CONGENIAL and a SAGITTARIUS . last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO CREATE A WHOLE NEW CONSPIRACY THEORY THAT MAKES NO SENSE TO ANYONE BUT HIM last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, SPRIGHTLY and OBTUSE, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by wickham-on-heath park & beach, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye!

student file.

full name — zakaria qadir.

nickname(s) — zak.

place of birth — brooklyn, new york.

date of birth & age — december 22, twenty-five.

gender / pronouns — demi man, they/he.

sexuality — queer.

occupation — service attendant at franklin & brown antiques.

astrology — sagittarius.

dormitory — tba.

interests — skateboarding. synth music. weed. shrooms. cuddling. conspiracy theories. imperfect teeth. gossiping. found family. mustard. the cast carcass he kept from breaking his arm at 16. sleeping with white noise. romcoms. vampire weekend. silver jewelry. reality tv. popcorn with extra butter. learning about other people’s interests. light beers. halloween.

aversions — christmas. birthdays. 3 hour lectures. turtlenecks. miscommunication. reading. being asked for your credit card number when signing up for a free trial. negativity. fireball. putting their eggs in one basket. country music. sad movies. pickles. breakups. avoidant attachment style. arguments. being too hot to fall asleep. snobs.

quirks — has made every halloween costume they’ve ever had from scratch. clicking their tongue constantly without noticing. a constant stream of conversation with himself under his breath. has a specific ringtone for each contact in their phone.

most played — flower power by greta van fleet.

notable features — bushy eyebrows. mole on his left cheek. lopsided smile that favours the right.

general disposition — breezy and bullheaded.

character study — steve harrington ( stranger things ) & fred jones ( scooby doo ).

public record.

when zak was born, they spent all of 5 minutes with their mother before she was up and running off from the hospital, leaving them behind with nothing but their name

life after that was more or less the same theme - people took them in for weeks, months at a time if they were lucky, before they were eventually either kicked to the curb or a ‘better family’ was ready for them

of course they had friends growing up, foster siblings they  kept close to their heart and still do to this day, but they’d always been obsessed with the idea of found family, of someone picking them because they actually wanted them, not because there was government money involved

there were bouts of abuse, neglect, days where zak would run away and spend freezing nights on the streets, but it didn’t change their personality; deep down to their core, zak had always been loving and selfless, albeit a bit too reckless for their own good

around the time they were 17 and just about to age out of the foster system, a family took them in, and zak immediately knew something was different with this home - it didn’t take them a week before they were asking zak to allow them to adopt him into their lives forever

it’d been a good 5 years since zak found their family when they were visiting home for their birthday and the christmas holidays - the only night they spent away from family the same night a house fire destroyed their entire family and all their possessions with it

since they had been legally adopted before the incident, zak inherited the family’s savings - enough money that they had what they needed to live off of if they left school. zak's grief had been terrible at the time, enough that they dropped out of school knowing they'd never be able to function in class. but years later, they’d grown bored and tired and wanted to finally go back to school, eventually applying to langston’s animation program

personal details.

though they’d grown up in. a desolate position, the family that’d adopted zak were producers of a film studio that had a hefty amount of money - the only reason zak can afford school and do what they really want, tho they didn't actually have too much in savings, truly Cannot afford much outside of school

Very passionate about claymation movies, what they want to make in the future

literally just. a loving goofball, super protective, doesn’t believe in violence but would fight anyone for the people they love, they just love too fiercely when they accept people into their life

loves school but always struggled with it bc of adhd and dyslexia

an adrenaline junkie through and through

still struggles badly with grief, doesn't love talking about their family and yet does? at the same time? yeesh am i right?

skateboarding is their primary mode of transportation, often just does it for fun by the park and beach

becomes very attached very easily!!!!! its honestly destroyed some friendships and has definitely ruined relationships; becomes clingy, untrusting, scared of people leaving them etc.

it’s also made hookups a mess tho they do in fact. Participate in those Quite Frequently

[kismutt]

( jonathan daviss. twenty4. cis man. he/him. ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen CYRUS BOSTICK anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of house song by searows last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to PALLADIAN - i think they’re a SENIOR studying FOREIGN LANGUAGES (LATIN, WELSH, GAELIC)? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re POSH, DEBONAIR and a CAPRICORN . last night they kept going on and on about how they won LEAST LIKELY TO BENEFIT OFF THEIR NEPOTISM last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, COMPETITIVE AND SHREWD, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by wickham-on-heath park and beach, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye! / as penned by alli. twenty5. cst.

DID YOU WANT TO BE SOMETHING MORE ... 

cw:  divorce tw,  neglect tw

profile.

full name — griffin cyril 'cyrus’ bostick iv 

nickname(s) — cyrus, literally he’s just cyrus

place of birth — cardiff, wales

date of birth & age — december 24 & twenty four

gender / pronouns — cis man & he / him

major — foreign languages with specializations in latin, welsh, and gaelic

university — palladian

languages — fluently: english, welsh, scottish & irish gaelic; conversationally: french, portuguese, spanish; reading only: latin, arabic

astrology — capricorn

residence — holland hall, suite 4.

interests — horses/equestrian riding, animals, the ocean, surfing and swimming, tennis, poker, history and anthropology, classic novels, red and white wine, champaign, wales, languages, math, travelling

aversions — rosé wine, being underdressed, frugal spending, his dad, golf, opera, pickles, football (all kinds), planes, silence

notable features — preference for luxury and subtly, how straight he stands so he can claim that yes he is 6 feet how did you notice? i’ve been told since i was young i have a really tall aura, so yeah, obsessively clean hairline, like bi weekly touchups, smells faintly of leather

general disposition —  posh, sophisticated, gluttonous, chivalrous, debonair, competitive, shrewd, self-serious, jealous

character study — tybalt and romeo ( romeo and juliet ) & macbeth ( macbeth ) & henry winter and francis abernathy ( the secret history ) & kendall roy ( succession ) & oberyn martell ( game of thrones ) & robin swift ( babel ) every rich guy asshole mean dad stereotype ever

history.

in cardiff, cyrus had his mother, he had his brother, he had his horses and the estate. returning each summer to the lifeless frame of his father’s hamptons home, his only company the often frantic hunting dogs his father kept plenty of, was more than a bother. cyrus was never quite sure of his father’s job. his halfbrother often teased that griffin cyril bostick the third was an mi6 agent, like the bond films that filled their childhoods, but cyrus wasn’t convinced. he spent enough time with the man to know he wasn’t capable of much bravery, even if he understood the draw to corruption. 

kept tucked away from the city, cyrus’s world was small in america.

as long as the bostick’s had held property in america, rumors of succumbing to the ‘karmic resolution of their immense greed’ spread like plague down the bloodline. his mother had instilled this in him young, but the draw to luxury must be sincerely genetic, because though he tried to resist, cyrus grew particular with age. 

he has a preference for the thread count in his sheets (over one thousand), the brand of bag he stows his bridles in (longchamp), the type of car his father rents for him (german). his mother did little to temper his desires. why should she feel bound to discipline when his father stole so much time from her? she could afford to buy cyrus the catalogues he would produce before her, so she would. 

cyrus also demonstrated an impressive intelligence very early on. he is incredibly adapt at picking up languages, and spent his youth picking up every local language he could get his hands on. village children, vacationers in the hamptons, local immigrants, cyrus was fond of bothering them all until they gave up the keys to a new language to him. the most he allows himself to hope for, beyond retiring to a horse ranch, is opening an international branch of his father’s investment firm. so he studied, and studies, relentlessly. 

this is not to say that cyrus grew up without joy, or with much strife back in europe. his mother was a constant lighthouse, if not prone to treating him, sometimes, with more reluctance than his brother. if she says no to cyrus, will she lose him to his father? and is it right to deny him something good, when he has to go away again come summer? 

cyrus isn’t one to answer that question. for his own part, his world is relatively small. while he loves social events, company, parties, chatter – he has trouble opening up much. he can be attention-seeking, a product of his father’s cold shoulder. he can be manipulative, a product of his father’s modeling clay. 

context.

he has a small hoard of animals he attributes to being owned by his .. ‘lordship..’ lol. with the exception of his favorite riding horse, teddy – government name superted, after his favorite (welsh) childhood cartoon – these animals live at the family estate. wallace the sheep dog, bronwyn the barn cat, and rupert the retired race horse. 

he wants to be the best at everything he does. competitive because he is a child of neglect oh…. everyone play a violin for him actually it is sad. but he needs to work on it he will push over a child in an easter egg hunt type beat. and he does not celebrate easter, but there is $20 in one of those eggs. does money even mean anything to him, you ask? well. you’re being rude. 

he is intense. he is dramatic. he has a fragile ego that he will happily admit he needs stroked. he’s a simp. he’s a douche bag. he’s your father’s worst nightmare and your mother’s best daydream. he contains multitudes. we all do. 

he hates the monarchy, he hates the american government, he’s honestly pretty anarchist considering how comfortable in the upper echelon he is as well. like i said. we all contain multitudes (unethical things we like).

wanted.

group of beautiful people – anyone else in the chat kind of shallow and vain and love pretending to be better than everyone? anyone else love being expensive and dramatic and like television if it was real life? let’s link.

exes. – any gender cyrus is an open opportunity clubhouse. he probably cheated. he thinks he wants monogamy because he wants to prove his dad wrong but. who is going to tell him. he’s toxic asf. 

tutors/students – he is really freakishly good at languages!! let him tutor you!! he is really crazy bad at history and science! it makes him so mad and he needs these grades to be perfect so please help him.

student government – i feel like cyrus would do this. anyone who runs against him. anyone who is also into student government. anyone who wants to rule the world and go out for drinks and pretend to know more about the world than other people. pretentious – hey. i am not a tory - cyrus. yes he thinks he’s doing it in a les mis way. no he will not admit he’s seen les mis.

horse girls – he’s on the equestrian riding team at palladian… his horse, teddy, lives here in the stables and everything. maybe your muse works in the stables or also has a horse here or etc etc. he plays polo, too. yes he’s annoying. 

rumor mill. – cyrus will start a rumor for you and he will spread it like wildfire. i do feel like he kind of knows everyone to an extent. he’s good at memorizing names. he remembers that thing you said to him at a party when you were really, really drunk. he won’t tell anyone. as long as u tell him something else he CAN tell someone.

etc….. i am so down for whatever. they mean in our thread and we go based on chem?? yes. i love. cyrus fits a wc?? beautiful. anything else…. childhood friends? family friends? american (hamptons) friends? drama.

[reck1essly]

── ( josh heuston. 24. male. he/him. ) thank god you’re here, man — have you seen ROMEO O'ROURKE anywhere? i totally lost him after his rendition of "shadowplay" by joy division last night. no? he’s like, aye — high and goes to LANGSTON, i think he’s a SENIOR studying MUSIC COMPOSITION? but who knows, these days. all i know is that he’s CHAOTIC AS HELL and WAY TOO SOFT FOR THIS WORLD, and a CANCER. last night he kept going on and on about how he won “MOST LIKELY TO BURN IT ALL DOWN AND DISAPPEAR” last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of him, considering he’s so, like, INTENSE and WEIRDLY ROMANTIC, you know? anyways — i’m going to check down by the lamb and flag, i think that’s where he likes to hang. text me if you see him, okay?

basics.

age: 24 birthday: march 14 hometown: asbury park, new jersey current location: langston college occupation: music composition student, frontman of a band that’s always almost falling apart, camboy for extra cash zodiac sign: pisces sexuality: homosexual, possibly in love with everyone he’s ever met, flirts with everyone

appearance.

height: 6'0" build: lanky but built like someone who never learned how to relax hair: dark brown curls—messy, dramatic, constantly in his face eyes: hazel-green, too expressive for someone with so much to hide tattoos/piercings: scattered stick & pokes, one matching tattoo with someone he doesn’t talk to anymore, silver hoop in one ear distinguishing marks: nicotine-stained fingers, a chipped front tooth from a fight he won’t talk about, body littered with scars from his father, always smells like sweat, cologne, and yesterday’s regret

personality.

mbti: enfp – the chaotic lover / wounded idealist enneagram: 4w3 – the romantic with something to prove alignment: chaotic neutral temperament: emotionally volatile, magnetic, destructive in the most beautiful way core traits: passionate, affectionate, charming, loyal. impulsive, codependent, jealous, self-medicating likes: performing, attention, physical touch, whiskey, 2am heart-to-hearts, someone playing with his hair dislikes: being told what to do, his last name, silence, waking up alone, feeling like his emotions are “too much”

life at langston.

major: music composition part-time job: camboy social circle: fellow creatives, musicians, reckless romantics, the kind of people who fall apart beautifully

known for

writing songs about people he hasn’t gotten over

kissing his friends like it doesn’t mean anything (it does)

skipping class but showing up to perform like his life depends on it

blacking out and waking up with new lyrics in his notes app

getting away with everything because he’s charming—and just broken enough to excuse it

fun facts & quirks.

keeps a flask in his guitar case (not a secret)

gives very dramatic hugs

wears friendship bracelets from exes

has a “lucky” denim jacket covered in band pins and emotional damage

performs barefoot sometimes “for the vibe”

never checks his voicemail

once serenaded someone in the middle of a fight just to win

❝ i’m not trying to be a problem. i just don’t know how to exist without feeling everything all at once. ❞

romeo o’rourke grew up as the only son of senator matthew o’rourke—a man who preaches family values on the campaign trail but ruled his own household through fear, control, and closed doors. romeo learned early that love could turn sharp without warning, and that silence was often safer than honesty. behind every performance, behind every charming grin and off-key joke, is the boy who never got to be one. he escaped the only way he knew how: through music. writing songs before he had the words for what he felt. singing because speaking never worked. playing loud enough to drown out everything else. langston was supposed to be a fresh start—new city, new name, new band, no father. but trauma doesn’t respect geography, and romeo brought every demon with him. he’s reckless, unreliable, and often self-destructive. but he’s also one of the most magnetic people you’ll ever meet. he’ll hold your hand while he falls apart. he’ll remember your birthday, your coffee order, and that one thing you said three months ago when you were sad. he’s a golden retriever wrapped in trauma armor—loyal to a fault, starved for real affection, and constantly chasing the feeling of being enough. he loves big and fast and too loudly. and when he loses, he makes it art.

wanted connections.

the ex who knew him before the spiral → they saw the soft version of him, the one he doesn’t let out much anymore. he still writes about them.

the bandmate who keeps saving him → the one who drags him out of bars and into rehearsals, who knows every excuse but keeps hoping he’ll change

the enemy with tension → they don’t get along. they push each other’s buttons. they might also be in love.

the one who sees past the charm → someone who calls out his self-destructive bullshit, doesn’t fall for his flirt-and-deflect act

the accidental heartbreaker → romeo meant to keep it casual. they didn’t. now it’s messy.

the senator’s intern → they know who he is. they weren’t supposed to get involved. too late.

the tether → someone who makes him want to get better. not for them. for himself. TAKEN BY ROBIN! ( @cloyingblccd )

the one-night stand that never left → they keep coming back. neither of them knows why.

the creative collaborator → they make magic together, but the emotional intimacy it takes to get there might be dangerous

the one who calls him “rome” → no one else does. and that’s how he knows he’s in trouble. TAKEN BY SOREN! ( @cloyingblccd )

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──   (  owen  teague.  23.  trans  man,  he  /  him.  ) thank  god  you’re  here,  man  -  have  you  seen  LÁSZLÓ  KOVÁCH  anywhere?  i  totally  lost  them  after  their  rendition  of  man  in  the  box  by  alice  in  chains  last  night.  no?  they’re  like,  aye  -  high  and  go  to  PALLADIAN  -  i  think  they’re  a  senior  studying  MUSICAL  PERFORMANCE  &  COMPOSITION?  but  who  knows,  these  days.  all  i  know  is  that  they’re  VOLATILE,  CONTRARY,  and  a  SAGITTARIUS.  last  night  they  kept  going  on  and  on  about  how  they  won  LEAST  LIKELY  TO  MAKE  IT  TO  TWENTY  -  EIGHT  last  year,  which  is  cool  and  whatever,  but  i  just  wouldn’t  expect  it  out  of  them,  considering  they’re  so,  like,  WILY  AND  ACCOMPLISHED,  you  know?  anyways  -  i’m  going  to  check  down  by  rabbithole,  i  think  that’s  where  they  like  to  hang.  text  me  if  you  see  them,  okay?  bye!  /  as  penned  by  james,  twenty6,  est,  n/a.

...content  warnings  for...  implied child abuse, physical violence, hospitalization & drug use.

student  file.

full  name  —  lászló ferenc gusztáv kovách.

nickname(s)  —  las / laz . that's all there is.

place  of  birth  — budapest, hungary.

date  of  birth  &  age  — november 24th, 2001. twenty3.

gender  /  pronouns  — trans man, he / him.

sexuality  —  bisexual.

major  —  musical performance & composition.

astrology  — sagittarius sun, sagittarius moon, leo rising.

dormitory  —  palladio hall; his side of the dormitory is kept meticulously neat, but rock music permeates the walls, leaks noise into the surrounding dormitories and hallways. instruments line against one another. blackout curtains keep the sunlight away. a drawer is always filled with liquor and other paraphernalia.

interests  —  testing  his  own  mortality.  good  fucking  music  -  will  not  elaborate  on  what  kind  or  what  qualifies.  tattoos  for  the  sensation,  not  the  meaning.  head  highs,  when  the  world  tilts  just  slightly  on  its  axis  and  he  can  breathe  for  once  in  his  fucking  life.  cool  metal  against  skin;  a  fan  of  silver  in  particular.  snuffing  cigarettes  out  against  his  own  tongue.  leather.  the  metallic  tang  of  blood  staining  teeth;  grinning  from  it.  disappearing  without  a  trace,  for  days  at  a  time.  keeping  his  bed  warm.  reverbs.  party  drugs.  commanding  a  room.  being  in  control  of  his  own  situations.  when the sun sets and amber stretches across the expanse of land, and he thinks for just one moment, that he'd like to see it again. ice baths.

aversions  —  classical  music,  at  least  playing  it  any  longer  -  will  be  caught  on  occasion  with  it  residing  inside  earbuds.  sticking  to  a  schedule;  all  too  likely  to  end  up  wherever  he  pleases.  midday,  when  the  sun  is  at  its  highest.  clinginess.  the  idea  that  people  can  change;  the  fact  that  he's  changed,  and  for  the  worst.  small  animals.  pollen  in  the  springtime.  vulnerability  -  mainly  in  others;  there  is  none  of  his  own  to  share.  cutting  his  hair.  being  recognized  for  long  -  past  fame,  for  a  child  he  no  longer  recognizes.  anything  containing  seeds.  a  good  skincare  routine.  figuring  out  where  to  go  from  here.

quirks  —  a  chronic  ghoster;  will  leave  at  the  drop  of  a  pin  with  little  to  no  remorse.  friendships,  hookups,  full  on  relationships.  currently  ghosting  his  own  family.  subconsciously  taps  along  to  songs  whether  listened  to,  or  just  stuck  in  the  brain.  regularly  puts  himself  in  harm's  way,  as  if  testing  the  fates.  fears  no  consequence,  no  matter  how  big  or  small.  thinks  mostly  of  himself,  and  not  others.

most  played  —  kiss off  by  violent femmes.

notable  features  —  long,  usually  greased  blonde  locks  and  a  steady,  contemptuous,  kubrick  gaze.  a  firm  jaw,  tenderly  bruised;  lips  and  nose  frequently  bloodied.

general  disposition  —  held  tall  but  lanky;  always  at  an  odd  angle  despite  his  formal  training  -  as  if  purposefully  bent  all  wrong.  unfriendly;  a  cruel  smile  with  every  encounter.

character  study  —  vanya zakharov  (  anora  )  &  tony stonem  (  skins  ).

public  record.

if  there's  one  thing  laszlo  is  sure  of  -  it's  that  he's  nothing  more  than  a  goddamn  pawn  in  his  father's  game  of  chess.  mad  artistry  takes  the  form  of  a  white  -  haired  man,  with  knobbed  knees  and  elbows  and  a  firm  indent  across  the  left  side  of  his  chest;  a  renown  composer,  a  refined  and  celebrated  conductor.  the  best  the  hungarian  national  philharmonic  orchestra  had  seen  -  and  his  fateful  bride,  the  youngest  concertmaster  in  the  orchestra  of  their  time.  it's  all  planned,  it's  all  a  deliberate  choice.  when  laszlo  displays  the  first  signs  of  musical  genius  in  the  form  of  pitch  sensitivity  -  it  ruins  his  childhood.

when  it's  not  his  father  ruthlessly  critiquing  every  part  of  laszlo's  form,  of  the  way  he  holds  the  bow  and  the  way  he  holds  his  breath  -  it's  his  mother's  honeyed  words  offering  condolences  as  he  spends  the  rest  of  his  lesson  sobbing  into  her  lap.  when  it's  neither  of  them  -  it's  the  tutor  he's  already  running  laps  around.  there's  no  laughter  in  his  childhood  -  there's  no  public  school,  no  children  outside  of  those  permitted  to  study  music  alongside  laszlo.  it's  not  quiet  -  it's  loud.  his  heartstrings  are  plucked  like  the  strings  of  his  cello;  reverberates  through  his  chest.  incapable  of  failing,  even  if  he  tried  -  every  instrument  picked  up  feels  like  an  old  friend  from  another  life.  it's  supposed  to  be  warm,  supposed  to  make  him  feel  -  seen,  in  some  inexplicable  way.  laszlo  feels  like  an  instrument  himself.

by  the  time  laszlo's  six  years  old,  he's  heading  concerts  of  his  own.  national,  international;  hundreds  of  thousands  come  to  see  the  kid  -  genius,  modern  mozart  -  living,  breathing  evidence  that  the  greats  still  live  amongst  them.  he's  revered  as  a  reincarnation,  his  father's  beaming  pride  and  joy  -  his  mother's  walking  shadow.  fame  sticks  to  him  like  a  leech;  children  prodigies  have  no  time  to  sleep  when  there's  a  new  city  to  perform  in  every  night,  when  nap  time's  replaced  by  practice;  when  even  breathing  comes  with  consequence.

child abuse; the  novelty  wears  off  the  older  he  becomes;  tabloids  post  of  his  transition  but  not  of  his  new  success  -  this  is  unacceptable  to  his  conductor.  it's  always  known  -  if  not  from  the  hoarseness  of  a  throat  no  longer  capable  of  yelling,  then  from  the  deep  furrow  of  his  father's  brow,  the  resentment  in  their  shared  eyes.  after  their  first  fight  that  draws  bloodshed  -  laszlo's  shipped  off  to  england;  to  some  all  -  that  boarding  school.  to  think  about  his  actions;  to  think  about  his  future.  to  think  about  what  a  sad,  miserable  future  he'd  have  if  not  for  the  musical  gift  bestowed  upon  him  by  his  antichrist  of  a  father.

it's  a  blessing  in  disguise,  really;  out  of  his  father's  sight  and  thrust  into  the  world  of  rowdy  boys  still  growing  into  their  skin  -  it's  where  laszlo  thrives.  he's  not  popular,  but  notorious  -  blood  seeps  from  his  knuckles,  laughter  following  chipped  teeth.  here,  he  can  be  as  loud  as  he  wants;  here,  he  can  be  as  destructive  as  he  needs.  holidays  are  spent  alone  on  campus;  and  that's  when  music  feels  the  freest.  when  nobody  is  around  to  hear  him  pick  up  an  instrument;  when  it's  just  him,  and  the  reverb  that  bounces  against  each  wall  before  passing  through  him.  he  wants  it  -  the  solitude,  the  complete  isolation  -  to  last  forever;  instead  it  goes  by  too  quick,  and  before  he  knows  it  -  he's  graduated  and  back  home.

physical violence, hospitalization; he  doesn't  remember  what  kickstarts  it;  the  drug  habits  picked  up  during  his  time  at  school,  the  anger  that  seethes  and  pulls  at  his  limb's  like  a  puppet's  strings  -  the  hatred  in  his  father's  eyes  -  but  he  knows  it's  his  mother's  arms  wrapping  around  him  that  ends  it.  it  ends  with  him,  still  a  young  boy,  still  someone's  child,  sobbing  into  his  mother's  lap.  his  father  leaves  that  night  in  an  ambulance,  and  laszlo  leaves  for  palladian  before  the  cops  can  arrive  at  their  residence.  he  doesn't  know  what  strings  are  pulled;  but  nobody  comes  after  him  -  not  his  father,  not  his  mother,  not  the  authorities.  he's  alone  in  england  -  and  it's  the  first  time  he's  felt  alive.

personal  details.

finds  no  joy  in  being  a  child  prodigy,  and  any  mentions  of  his  childhood  -  of  his  past  -  will  prompt  a  glare  followed  by  a  biting  remark.  a  sneer,  maybe.  it's  been  years  since  he's  picked  up  a  classical  instrument  -  years  since  he's  played  the  cello,  his  first  instrument.  he  misses  it  more  than  anything;  but  it's  marred  by  ...  everything.

instead  has  focused  his  time  and  energy  into  rock  music,  in  electric  guitar,  in  bass  -  piano  traded  for  electronic  keyboard,  unconventional  instruments  picked  up  and  learned  on  a  whim.  anything  that  isn't  called  a  fucking  -  woodwind,  or  brass.  it  doesn't  satiate  him  -  but  nothing  satiates  laszlo  and  his  gnawing,  growing  hunger  for  something  better.

drug  use;  consequences  have  little  meaning  to  him;  it's  not  that  he  thinks  he's  untouchable  (  although  he  thinks  he  is  )  -  it's  just  ...  he  doesn't  care  anymore.  he  stopped  caring  a  long  time  ago.  every  party  he  attends  breaks  out  into  a  drunken  fight,  fueled  by  whatever  he's  snorted  that  night.  half  of  his  classes  are  missed,  mandatory  attendance  or  not  -  friendships  are  built  upon  rotted  wood  that  collapses  soon  after  beneath  the  weight  of  laszlo's  incapability  to  care.

does  he  care?  does  he  care  about  anything?  he  doesn't  know.  it's  been  so  long  since  he's  felt  anything  outside  of  anger  and  a  deep,  jarring  emptiness  that  he's  desperate  to  fill.  sometimes  -  there's  amusement,  curiosity;  but  other  times  -  he  just  doesn't  know.  what  he  does  know,  is  that  he's  beyond  help.

despite  his  bad  attitude;  laszlo  is  frequently  seen  around  campus,  attending  social  events  -  in  rabbithole,  in  the  other  clubs  dotting  bath.  a  seemingly  social  creature  -  he  can't  stay  away  from  others.  despite  this  -  he's  a  chronic  ghoster.  situationships  and  friendships  alike  suffer  from  it  -  one  minute  he's  there,  responding  -  the  next,  radio  silence.

his  face  is  adorned  in  piercings;  snakebites  and  an  anti  -  eyebrow,  a  bridge,  hoops  adorning  his  ears'  cartilage.  body  is  a  mess  of  tattoos,  of  shitty  stick  and  pokes  that  he's  gotten  during  crisis.  he  likes  the  adrenaline,  likes  how  they  feel  against  his  skin  -  likes  how  in  control  he  is  of  his  own  appearance.  it's  the  one  thing  he  does  feel  he  has  control  over.

is  convinced  that  he's  not  meant  to  be  on  the  earth  for  this  long,  that  his  end  is  imminent  -  that  he'll  be  gone  in  four  year's  time.  every  moment  could  be  his  last,  and  he  lives  like  it  is;  maybe  that's  why  consequence  means  so  little,  why  he  himself  cares  so  little  about  others.  maybe  he's  -  scared,  of  getting  too  close.  of  being  the  disappointment  he  knows  he  is;  of  trying  to  prove  himself  different,  only  to  be  right  all  along.  it's  better  to  stay  away  altogether.

on  a  lighter  note;  his  hungarian  accent  is  still  thick,  despite  the  years  spent  in  england,  and  the  years  spent  practicing  his  speech.  it  roughens  with  strong  emotions,  though  it's  rare  to  hear  him  speak  in  his  native  language.

desired  plots.

sister - like!  with laszlo's own estranged relationship with his younger sister, this person is the closest he can get to an actual, genuine family. they're near - violent with one another, and their conversations out - of - context makes them appear more as enemies than anything else. even so, this is laszlo's crutch.  (  0 / 1  ).

soft spot!  someone laszlo is undeniably soft towards, despite their anger towards the world, despite their own vulgar mouth and sharp words. this person - laszlo wouldn't drop everything for them, but he'd sure hurry. somewhat will - they - won't - they and very much doomed by the timeline.  (  0 / 1  ).

bad news!  every person who is just as bad as laszlo. anyone else with a sour attitude, a pessimistic view on life, and reckless behaviors that harm everyone else around them. besties time!  (  infinite  ).

the ex best friend!  they could've gone through life together, just the two of them. and then they essentially... broke up. stopped talking. maybe a physical fight broke out, maybe their words said enough.  (  0 / 1  ).

literally  anything  else  we  can  think  of.  i'm  open  to  anything!

[collegiatesins]

──   (  savannah lee smith. twentythree. cis woman. she/her.  ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen LEONA REMINGTON-CARR anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of uber by leia jules & dim ebbo last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to LANGSTON - i think they’re a SENIOR studying ACTONG & THEATRE + LINGUISTICS ? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re MERCURIAL, WILLFUL and a VIRGO . last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING THEIR FIRST HUSBAND last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, INDECISIVE, BEGUILING, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by the maze garden, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye! / as penned by lulu.  28.  she/they.  cst.  n/a.

BASICS

full name : leona magdalene remington-carr .

nickname(s) : leo , nana .

age : twenty - three .

date of birth : september 19th , 2001 .

birth chart : virgo sun , aquarius moon , cancer rising .

hometown : atlanta , ga .

gender : cis woman .

pronouns : she / her / hers .

sexual orientation : bisexual .

DISPOSITION

myers - briggs : the virtuoso ( istp-t )

ennegram : the achiever ( type three )

moral alignment : chaotic neutral .

likes : classical literature . foreign films . gourmet cuisine . stargazing . botanical gardens . calligraphy . ocean sounds to fall asleep . when the practice room is empty & she can monologue alone . performing in front of a crowd . vintage thrifting . candle / perfume making . finding new mom & pop coffee shops . board games / trivia . using dating apps as an ego boost but ghosting all her matches . long showers (sorry mother earth) . acting surprised when she gets a lead role in the play . making niche and very specific playlists . etc .

dislikes : reality tv shows . fast food chains . loud parties . unkept spaces . sudden changes . excessive swearing . unreliable / disloyal people . wastefulness . invasive questions . overly spicy food . true crime podcasts / documentaries . astrology . impersonal gifts . etc .

quirks : maintains a regal and upright posture at all times . intense mood swings , going from extreme excitement to deep melancholy in a short span . often tunes out information they find uninteresting . tendency to use hyperbole to emphasize their point . frequent wardrobe changes . always has nails with unique and striking shapes , from stiletto to almond . creates a unique scent by blending multiple exotic perfumes to form their. signature fragrance . etc .

CHARACTER ASSOCIATIONS

blair waldorf ( gossip girl ) , celine ( before sunset ) , sharpay evans ( high school musical ) , chanel ( scream queens) , alexis rose ( schitt's creek ) , cece ( new girl ) , amy march ( little women ) , love quinn ( you ) , cordelia chase ( buffy the vampire slayer )

REPUTATION AROUND PALLADIAN

resident hurricane in human form, she’s always doing the most. starring in three productions, directing a fourth, and somehow still finding time to argue about chekhov's gun in act III. she's got a dry wit that cuts sharper than any stage dagger, and a stare that can stop egos in their tracks. the planner. the prepper. the one with a color-coded google calendar and an emergency sewing kit in her bag. a chronic overthinker. infamous for writing long, unsent drafts of texts. collects ticket stubs and saves voicemails. keeps her circle tight, but once you’re in, she’ll fight for you with the quiet ferocity of someone who’s been let down before. playlists for everything. reads stage directions like scripture. drinks tea with judgmental elegance. has a secret soft spot for dumb rom-coms and cries at the same part every time. her sarcasm is dry, her hugs are rare but meaningful, and her disappointment is devastating.

CHARACTER SUMMARY

you don’t remember a time in your short life where your parents didn’t fight. they display a united front in the public eye but within the walls of your childhood home lies a warzone and your existence is collateral damage. the only solace you find is in the treehouse in your backyard and vhs tapes of your favorite movies.

you’re thirteen, drunk off wine coolers ( stolen from your mother’s not so secret stash ) and spite when you put pressure on the wrong branch and find yourself spiralling downward toward cold hard earth. the paramedics that rush you to the hospital tell you that you’re lucky you only broke an arm but the only thing you can focus on is your mother’s threats to tear down “that god forsaken treehouse.”

it’s a threat that she makes good on because you’re barely released from the hospital before she’s hired help to pull your haven apart plank by wooden plank. as if that weren’t enough, a couple weeks later she chops the entire tree down to make room for a gazebo and coy pond. your loss has always been her gain hasn’t it?

unfortunately for mother dearest, taking your treehouse hardly did anything to keep your feet planted on the ground. some people, after all, were born to have their head in the clouds.

your mother never wanted children, it’s a fact that she never bothered to hide from her only child. and your father? well, he wanted an heir which meant your mother could only do one of two things: give him one or agree to a divorce. in the end, his monetary value meant more to her than her lack of a maternal instinct and you were brought into the mayhem of their bizzaro love story.

while your mother’s affection and attention has always been a faucet that turns off and on, your father’s interest in you has been anything but inconsistent. he has doted on you since you were a child. the apple of his eye your mother would always recount with a touch of bitterness.

unlike your mother, your father has been very lenient toward your imperfections. he doesn’t mind that you aren’t quite dubuntante material and that your hobbies are odd and borderline eccentric. all that matters to him is your intelligence and artistic ability, he cherished you in a way that only a man starved of affection in his own youth was capable of.

he promised to love and protect you forever, but that promise was broken shortly after you fifteenth birthday wasnt it? his death was sudden and life altering. leaving you in the care of the parent who never wanted you in the first place. at least he'd left a decent sum of money behind. a comfortable home for you to spend the rest of your adolescence, that is if your mother hadn't burned everything.

when she had no more in her bank account, the house had to go as well. you were devastated but she? well, she'd already moved on to her next target. a wealthy european man willing to sweep her off her feet and relocate the pair to england. if she could have gotten away with leaving you behind, she probably would have. but her new beau was a family man with kids of his own. it would have been a bad look if she dared to drop the caring mother act. so, off you went, to join a new family when you were still mourning the loss of the only person in your life who made you feel like you belong.

you're sixteen and a half by the time you relocate, and though your world opens up more, you're still lonely. the only companions you find are your new step siblings but even their company can't shield you from the toxicity that festers within the world of elite and old money. you start to understand why your father had wanted to keep you from it.

perhaps that's why you're always trying on different versions of yourself but no matter where you go leo, you feel like a fish out of water. you only know how to adapt, not how to be. and you constantly wonder which version of yourself will ultimately prevail and come out on top.

you'll never admit as such but you exhaust even yourself sometimes. all you want to do is rest and finally be yourself....whoever she is.

[rhythmicals]

──   (  charlie plummer. twenty four. cis man. he/him.  ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen JAMIE PRESCOTT anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of be quiet and drive (far away) by deftones last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to LANGSTON - i think they’re a JUNIOR studying ENGLISH LITERATURE, WRITING AND RHETORIC? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re GROUCHY and IRREVERENT and a ARIES . last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO DISAPPEAR WITHOUT A TRACE last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, AVOIDANT and BROODING, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by the old church, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay?

full name : james warren prescott .

nickname(s) : just jamie . you can try calling him something else but he will simply not respond <3

age : twenty - four .

date of birth : march 24th , 2001 .

birth chart : aries sun , gemini moon , cancer rising .

hometown : chester , virginia .

gender : cis - man .

pronouns : he / him / his .

sexual orientation : bisexual ( unrealised ) .

DISPOSITION

myers - briggs : the logician ( intp - t )

ennegram : the individualist ( type four )

moral alignment : true neutral .

likes : the smell of old books . losing hours in a library . the works of jack kerouac . writing in his journal . obsessing over minor details that matter only to him . black coffee . passionate people , especially the weirdos and the freaks . deep , long - winded conversations about anything . a cool breeze on a warm sunny afternoon . quiet , eerie liminal spaces . old technology he can pull apart and put back together .

dislikes : people who talk too much and too fast . large crowds of loud people . cold weather . authority figures . the feeling of being smothered in love . decorative clutter with no actual purpose . astrology and everything related ( doesn't know his star sign ) . pop culture . unrelenting optimism . people who don't read and brag about it . talking about himself .

CHARACTER ASSOCIATIONS

fleabag ( fleabag ) , patrick verona ( 10 things i hate about you ) , nick miller ( new girl ) , john bender ( the breakfast club ) , eleanor shellstrop ( the good place )

CHARACTER SUMMARY

the  youngest  of  two  children  born  to  an  army  general  and  a  primary  school  teacher,  had  the  kind  of  strict  and  religious  upbringing  that  did  more  harm  than  good  :/  kind  of  used  to  being  an  afterthought  to  most  people,  living  in  the  shadow  of  his  older  sister  --  always  a  name  tacked  onto  the  end  of  hers,  a  last  minute  invite  to  ensure  her  presence  at  a  birthday  party  or  a  night  out.

it  isn't  exactly  hard  to  figure  out  why  --  jamie  was  a  weird  and  rather  defiant  kid  with  a  smart  mouth  and  interests  better  suited  to  an  old  man  than  a  growing  boy.  his  eccentricity  stood  out  even  worse  when  compared  to  his  sister,  who  had  the  kind  of  warm,  nurturing  personality  that  everyone  is  naturally  drawn  to.

in  addition  to  that,  the  army  brat  lifestyle  and  his  mother's  tendency  to  scare  away  any  friends  he  did  manage  to  make  with  her  proselytism  meant  that  he  grew  up  doing  his  own  thing  alone  for  the  most  part,  stubbornly  solitary  to  the  point  that  his  sister  was  his  only  friend  for  most  of  his  childhood.

sibling  death  tw,  grief  tw.  got  into  a  bad  car  accident  that  claimed  his  sister's  life,  the  summer  before  he  was  supposed  to  go  off  to  college.  on  the  merits  of  his  own  memory  alone,  he  could  not  tell  you  what  happened  before,  during  or  after  the  crash.  his  mind's  blocked  it  all  out,  a  trauma  response  meant  to  protect  him.  it's  something  he's  deeply  irritated  by,  only  aggravated  by  the  fact  that  his  parents  refused  to  tell  him  what  little  they  did  know  under  the  guise  of  protecting  him.

in  their  minds,  he  had  more  than  enough  on  his  plate  to  deal  with  --  multiple  reconstructive  surgeries,  an  amputation  of  his  right  leg  under  the  knee,  relearning  how  to  walk.  he  went  from  being  an  afterthought  to  being  the  front  and  center  of  everyone's  attention  --  something  he  hated.  hated  his  mother's  incessant  prayers  to  a  god  he  doesn't  believe  in,  his  father's  pity.

so  maybe  his  application  to  langston  was  more  out  of  a  desire  to  escape  than  a  desire  for  further  education.  and  maybe,  just  maybe,  he  chose  his  sister's  dream  college  on  purpose  in  a  bid  to  feel  close  to  her  again.  mind  your  own  business  !!!

PERSONALITY

he's  a  little  oscar  the  grouch  coded.  would  probably  live  in  a  trashcan  if  he  wasn't  such  a  neat  freak  --  everything  has  to  have  a  place  and  a  purpose  in  his  space,  otherwise  it's  going  in  the  bin.  you  can  thank  his  anal-retentive  father  for  that  <3  wears  these  big  fuck  off  headphones  everywhere  on  campus  because  he  simply  does  not  want  to  be  perceived  or,  god  forbid,  be  approached  by  one  of  those  smiley  freaks  trying  to  sign  him  up  for  something.  hates  big  crowds  and  noisy  people,  the  kind  of  kill  joy  to  tell  you  to  shut  the  fuck  up  if  you're  having  a  giggle  in  the  library.  loves  making  up  lies  as  to  what  happened  to  his  leg,  especially  when  talking  to  children  or  a  particularly  gullible  adult.  he  switches  up  the  story  every  once  in  a  while:  the  current  one  is  a  shark  attack.

[memoryservves]

──   (  harris dickinson. 24. cismale. he/him.  ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen ROMAN ALEXANDRE anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of NYC by interpol last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to PALLADIAN  - i think they’re a SENIOR studying ARCHITECTURE AND GRAPHIC DESIGN ? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re HAUGHTY and PETULANT and an ARIES . last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO CLAIM TO BE A SELF MADE BILLIONAIRE AFTER INHERITING HIS FATHER’S COMPANY last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, EQUANIMOUS AND PRAGMATIC, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by the ruins, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye!

STATS.

full name : roman bartholomew alexandre

nicknames : roman

date of birth : april 1 , 2001

gender : cis male

sexuality : bisexual

inspiration : kendall roy (succession) , roronoa zoro (one piece) , rust cohle (true detective) , aaron warner (shatter me) , will herondale in books 1 and 2 (the infernal devices) , kylie jenner on the cover of forbes

BIOGRAPHY.

life was easy when he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth . everything passed down to him on a matching silver platter . the first and only child born to bartholomew and cynthia alexandre . the path of his life was already laid out before him . at the end of the line , he was set to inherit his father's investment empire . passed between generations of alexandres , there was nothing he needed but the name he bore .

for the first eight years of his life , they were the picture of a happy , loving family . white picket fence and everything on the outskirts of new york city . ( death tw ) that was until the beating heart of the family passed away suddenly from a stroke . the house was empty , only roman and bart to haunt the lonely corners of the place . she was his humanity , and without him , the elder turned cruel and vicious . after all , he needed his son tough and resilient to face the sharp toothed clients waiting to rip out his throat .

the heavy hand that hovered over the home didn't matter because , in the end , bart's priorities were elsewhere . it wasn't his responsibility . it was supposed to be cynthia's . nannies and tutors were thrown at roman , but no one ever stayed long . at 15 , he'd be out all night , returning just in time to put on his fancy school uniform and nap through his classes . grades didn't matter when he had a guaranteed job after graduation . the only classes he tried in were his arts one . his mother had been a student at palladian before she moved to the states with her husband . and roman wanted to attend as well , hoping to fulfill some legacy he believed she'd left behind . it was easy to convince his father to let him attend . spin it so he'd know how useful the major would be . how it could benefit the company and introduce a different perspective to help it grow tenfold . they'd settled on architecture and graphic design . and roman packed his bags and headed to palladian .

things weren't much different from home , freedom wrapped around him like a warm blanket . free to go where he wanted . free to study what he wanted . free to fall into whatever vices he wanted . it was a simple life . the perfect , dream life that fit perfectly in the palm of his hand . but his arrogance blinded him . that life , solid as a diamond in his eyes , was actually as fickle as a river . the flow of a stream . unable to be kept in his hand , no matter how hard he grasped it . it slipped through the cracks between his fingers until nothing was left but a few shining drops of water to remind him of his failure .

winter break . right before the semester would start with a new batch of students from a school in his home state . he was bored . watching the hands on the clock . every minute felt like a month . a nasty idea seized control of his brain . (robbery tw, gun tw) one quick call and his cronies were there . guns in hands , identities concealed . a plan formed not out of necessity but out of a need to push the boundaries . to see how far he could go before he learned what a consequence was . he did it because he could . because he had the world at his fingertips , and it wasn't enough . glass shattered , littering the floor of the gas station . laughter echoing through the room , mixed in with the crunching sound of their steps towards the register . the police were already nearby , and , before roman could even fire a warning shot , he was in cuffs . the weight of the cold metal completely different than the weight of the tag heur against his wrist . shoved onto the sidewalk behind the place . gaze fixated on the blinking fluorescent street light as his father berated him . and he couldn't even move his hands to wipe off the spit . a deal was made . not just between bart and the officers but bart and roman as well . money exchanged between gloved hands and the cuffs fell away .

(emotional abuse tw) he was to be on his best behavior . he was not to do anything to jeopardize the future of the company . he was to be the perfect little solider . the perfect representative . not one slip up . or he would find himself in jail with a doctored paternity test , proving he wasn't bart's biological son . the flickering fluorescent light , fading out just like his future . he wasn't made for anything else . he was created to be the heir to the company . the whole reason they stopped after him . his father had gotten his wish . he was nothing without it . and so , roman alexandre agree without hesitating . heading back to palladian the perfect man .

PERSONALITY.

his life is divided into two halves — the before and the after .

before , he was arrogant , proud , spoiled . thinking himself king of the world . because he thought himself invincible . and he had been . the drinking , the drugs , the men , the women , the late nights . he still passed every physical . attended board meetings between semesters . attained a gpa that didn't leave him in worry of being kicked out . to him , life was about having fun . he didn't take anything seriously and surrounded himself with people who felt the same . he was haughty , chest puffed out like a peacock showing its feathers . he knew where he sat on the food chain , and that sentiment echoed every interaction he had .

after , he's quiet and keeps to himself . a bystander more than anything . he doesn't partake in much . no more attitude . no more swagger . looking his peers in the eye now , as opposed to looking down on them . he's entirely focused on maintaining his new good boy image . permeated by a stench of loneliness , but he reminds himself its a necessary evil . the conflict he had to experience to lead to a nicely wrapped up conclusion . sometimes , the arrogance is still there . roman can't always bite his tongue . but he tries his best to be nothing but a robot , going through the motions of life rather than experiencing it like before .

WCS.

tba.

[partshift]

file: kim "jonathan" seojung.

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linen sheets, never having your phone on silent, fingers drumming across a briefcase, redeyes, hitting the pavement early in the morning, bespoke   suits, coffee taken in any way shape or form, a calendar filled to the brim,  a pair of eyes meeting your own, blank canvases, knees in soil, grey goose vx settled on top of tv dinners, journals filled with sketches,  an  ashtray   near   a window,   a  thunderstorm in the middle of the day,   zippo lighters,   words scribbled out,  hands  raising during class,  beats headphones,   missed calls, the feeling you've left something on.

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full name: kim   seojung. americanized, jonathan.     nicknames,     aliases:     none, though was exclusively called mr. kim professionally.     age:     26.    date     of     birth:     january   17th.     place     of     birth:     new york.     korean zodiac: rabbit. western zodiac: capricorn. nationality:     korean american.     gender:     as far as he knows, cismale. (he's wrong!)   pronouns:     he/they.     sexual     orientation:     bisexual.     romantic     orientation:     biromantic.     occupation:     student at langston college and conservatory, however still holds his position at kim industries as cfo, per a statement released by the company. major: painting and biology. dormitory: cerulean, the blue suites, suite three. interests: anything and everything; people, their favorites, film, music, drawing, the thrill you get when you do something you shouldn't nevermind the learned shame that follows, little hole in the wall cafés and restaurants, long walks, philosophy, there's so much in this world to discover, to see, to smell, to taste, to touch, to hear, he's hungry for it all. aversions: waking up late. ironically, the sound of his alarm clock as well. traffic. interruptions. voicemails, specifically ones from his therapist. any drink that isn't cold. judgement. google alerts for his name, he's yet to clear or delete them completely. quirks: hums frequently, though stops whenever he notices. paces when he's thinking through something. always sits/stands facing an exit. tries something new if he goes to a restaurant he's eaten at before. has ridiculously impeccable posture. good with numbers. flips his phone in his hands. gesticulate when excited. has a feeling he'll die young. notable features: tall. he comes from a long line of 6+ers and towers over most people. has a boyish, crooked smile. he's gotten his ears pierced for the first time and is obsessed with changing earrings so there's always something new in them.

page ³ wanted connections.

tutor. there isn't necessarily a right or wrong way to do art, but there are technical skills. there are 'rules' you must learn before you break them and while jonathan excels at a lot, he finds himself not caring as much about the 'order' to art. enter your muse who teaches him a thing or two about a thing or two.

art partner. sometimes you meet someone and it's magnetic. electric. jonathan and your muse met in live model lab and since that day can't seem to get enough of each other. it's spilled over into their art and what started with them just fucking around with their mediums has turned into some kind of exhibit. i have more to say about this but i won't be showing my crazy here.