#newhamhq: intro

[cvssndra]

                                                                                        I've thought a lot about dying.                                                                                  I've almost gotten used to that.                                                                             But I don't like to be afraid. 

┊❝ ( zoey deutch. she/her &. cisfemale ) eighteen year old cassandra pressman was listening to reasons not to die by ryn weaver when the field trip buses turned around. rumor has it she was accepted into all of the ivies, but who knows if that's true? what we do know is that their friends describe them as charismatic & pragmatic, even if they're known to be a little bossy & reckless from time to time.

name: cassandra maureen pressman siblings: allie pressman other family members: sam eliot, campbell eliot birth order: oldest born: january 13th 2001 zodiac sign: capricorn occupation: babysitter extra curriculars: valedictorian, student body president, head of the debate team, volunteers basically everywhere hobbies: reading favorite color: pretty much anything pastel

she was born with congenital heart disease and therefore spent a lot of time in and out of hospitals. she’s had to have surgery at least once and has a scar down the middle of her chest. most of the time she keeps it covered but when it’s not, she notices that people have a tendency to stare which she pretends not to care about. not many people know about it because not too many people have the balls to ask but she would tell them if they did.

because she wasn’t allowed to do strenuous activities she put her time into literally anything else which is why she has so many extra curriculars.

has a tendency to judge, but usually only with her eyes.

extremely over-protective of her sister

her past has prepared her for the fact that she could technically die at any time which has caused a tendency to be reckless but only when it comes to her own life.

i’m sure i’ll think of other things later but i think this is good for now. if you want to plot, hit me up on chat or in the discord!

[beccagclbs-blog]

✔ ┊❝ ( cierra ramirez. she/her &. cisfemale ) eighteen year old becca gelb was listening to if we have each other by alec benjamin when the field trip buses turned around. rumor has it she’s pregnant and hiding it, but who knows if that’s true? what we do know is that their friends describe them as incredibly loyal & intelligent, even if they’re known to be a little blunt & aggressive from time to time. 

hiya! my name is tess and im from ye olde cst! i’ve cut myself off from rping for the last like,,, 4? 5? months. but i’m finally back and ready to get back into the groove of things! i am currently the graphic admin of this rp, and i’m incredibly proud that we’ve made it here and have such a lovely bunch of members to guide us through this mess. i loved the society and i loved becca! even though we didn’t get to see a lot of her, i hope to play her well! i am sticking with the original plotline for her pregnancy, but i am choosing the father of her unborn baby! if anyone would like that plotline, let me know or apply for it here on the main! anyways, here is a bit about becca!

she was born and raised in new ham, it’s the only place she has ever truly known

she was raised by her mother, her father passed away when she was ele, the start of freshman year, it was pretty hard on her but she had sam there to keep her on her feet

her mother and her had lived together, alone, since her father’s death. her mother could never find someone new to truly love, and it kind of put a wall between them. they didn’t hate eachother, but the interest to grow together faded quickly. her mother turned to alcohol, but it mostly knocked her out. the only thing keeping their life afloat and comfortable was the insurance checks every month. they weren’t close when the buses left, but becca cant help but miss her

she took up photography as a passion she learned from her father. she has pictures up in her room, walls covered in photos her father took from his trips around the world. a business man, he was always on the move

becca seemed to be pretty cool, calm and collected when they returned to an empty town, certain there’s a reason why all of this happened--- and she still believes there’s a reason, but she’s not entirely cutting out the idea of plain old karma

she’s a strong believer in facts--- what you can see, repeat, and deduce.

she keeps her mother’s locket around her neck at all times, despite their disputes prior to the buses leaving.

incredibly bisexual

she is indeed pregnant, she knows who the father is and is keen on keeping it a secret--- except from sam, of course

she stress bakes on a larger scale than anyone thought possible, filling rooms with baked goods at the slightest sign of distress

she tends to see the worst in history--- or more so, historical figures. the past intrigues her so she has a habit of digging up the truth when she smells a cold hard lie. this goes for life, as well

she tends to befriend those you wouldn’t expect, mostly because those are the people that tend to understand her best

she’s the type to bite the hand that feeds, but lick the wound immediately after

[justwestofwillow]

hi everyone! i’m finally back and ready to introduce you to my baby hippie willow!! please give her love cause she’ll give so much to you and she wants to be everyone’s friend and she’s just a sweetie.

✔┊❝ ( stefanie scott. she/her &. female ) seventeen-year-old willow morris was listening to rivers and roads by the head and the heartwhen the field trip buses turned around. rumor has it she's been sneaking around with monty behind tess's back, but who knows if that’s true? what we do know is that their friends describe them as idealistic & flexible, even if they’re known to be a little sensitive & distant from time to time.

so will was born into a commune in arizona that was very free and free love and totally 60′s-inspired flower children.

she is the second child of four, and when she was 14 her dad took all the kids and left the commune, moving to west ham and leaving her mother behind.

will has not yet forgiven him for doing so, but she’s tried to make the best of life in the suburbs.

people thought she was really weird when she first moved to town and one girl was particularly nasty to her for months. but toward the end of her first year in town, she made friends with tess de luca and it saved her.

she and tess are the ultimate besties and totally inseparable. will loves her more than anything...

which is why it’s killing her to be sneaking around dating her brother monty behind tess’s back. she cares so deeply for the both of them, but she’s been so afraid things would fall apart if the word got out, that she and monty haven’t been able to come clean.

willow lives to make people feel good and happy and bring light and life into west ham, and she has a lot of random, strange knowledge and skills from the way she grew up.

and i can’t think of anything else right now, but that’s my baby! hit me up if you want to plot and you will see her on the dash shortly!

[tessdl]

✔ ┊❝ ( virginia gardner. she/her &. cisfemale ) seventeen year old teresa 'tess' de luca was listening to worry by the vamps when the field trip buses turned around. rumor has it she’s keeping her ex-boyfriend’s secret, but who knows if that’s true? what we do know is that their friends describe them as free spirited & adventurous, even if they’re known to be a little stubborn & fiery from time to time.

tw: addiction

full name: teresa ‘tess’ brooke de luca  sexuality: bisexual parents: gabrielle james &&. julian de luca siblings: three brothers - one older and two younger born: august 12th 2000

her mother is an archeolegist & her father a high-ranked neurosurgeon.

the de lucas decided they wanted more children so they adopted twins xavier and xander and moved to the hamptons. they lived there until about four years ago ( the summer right before tess and her brother monty started high school ), when they moved to west ham. 

when their mother started having trouble with pills, julian considered moving the family again. until moving to west ham, monty and tess had been very much like their parents, not being attached or tied down anywhere. but when julian brought up moving they actually begged him not to, having settled into west ham in a way they never had anywhere else.

for more about tess check out monty or message me on discord!

[mcntydcluca]

✔ ┊❝ ( adam dimarco. he/him &. cismale ) eighteen year old MONTY DE LUCA was listening to morning in america by jon bellion when the field trip buses turned around. rumor has it his mother became addicted to his adderall pills, but who knows if that’s true? what we do know is that their friends describe them as bubbly & open-minded, even if they’re known to be a little inattentive & naive from time to time. 

it’s tess.... back at it again with a NEW character. i couldn’t stop obsessing over adam dimarco since i watched the order on netflix (check it out you wont be sorry) so ofc, i had to bring this cutie in here. i made this list of facts and bio-ish things about him before i ever applied, so uh.... sorry for the odd formatting. but here you go!

basics.

NAME: monty de luca  AGE: 18 SEXUALITY: heterosexual

PARENTS: gabrielle james &&. julian de luca SIBLINGS: one younger sister (tess de luca, adopted), two brothers (younger) PETS: he had a snake and two albino rats

UNIVERSITY GOALS: rochester (hint hint, he got accepted) FUTURE CAREER: lawyer

POSITIVE: bubbly, courteous, diplomatic, open-minded, trust worthy NEGATIVE: inattentive, naive, insecure

HOBBIES: skateboarding, video games, lacrosse painting, some partying FAVORITE COLOR: red. hands down. FAVORITE MOVIE: zombieland

background.

oldest child, tess below him, and two young twin brothers.

he was born premature after his parents had been trying and failing to have kids for years. he was their little miracle, but they wanted more children and feared for their future babies lives. so, their next child was born via surrogate after a swift move to brentwood, ny. they never told their children she was a surrogate baby.

the two grew up attached at the hip, only one year apart but acting like twins. tess even went to pre-k early so she could be in the same grade as monty.

diagnosed with adhd and anxiety at eleven, his father took a bit to understand that his son needed medicine for his outgoing and somewhat troubling behavior, but agreed as he saw his grades begin to drop

mother is an archeolegist, his father a high-ranked neurosurgeon

they moved here the summer before freshman year (so like 4 years ago) from the hamptons (where his younger twin brothers were adopted) as west ham’s hospital was in dire need of a new head of neurology, and his father needed a change of scenery. bringing his mother along for the close digging sites, it made for the perfect homelife. (except for the single fact his mother had developed a taste for a few of monty’s adderall pills)

monty kept straight a’s throughout his entire high school career, earning a 1600 on his final SATS, a pride for his parents.

he had a terrible break up right before senior year, and it hurt him bad.

it was only in the middle of his senior year that things began to get bad--- the arguing, screaming, crying that consisted between his parents. they tried to keep his mother’s drug problem a secret, not wanting the kids to find out, but when you’re screaming through thin walls it’s hard not to hear.

his dad almost moved them out of new ham as his wife got worse, but the kids begged him to stay. they usually had no problem picking up everything and moving, but they had settled in west ham like no other place before. reluctantly, he agreed to stay.

the kids never said anything about it, letting their parents deal with it all, but the worry still held strong in their minds. a month before the busses left, monty’s mother was rushed to hospital to have her stomach pumped after an accidental overdose. immediately after, she was placed in rehab for treatment, and it was up to the young geniuses of the household to hold her place.

she was supposed to return the day the kids came back from the trip, but we all know how that went.

about.

monty is really just a sweet guy, always offering his best and giving more. his adhd is under control with his medicine, but it couldn’t stop the tapping of his toes or the speed of his voice. it slowed, sure, but the signs are still there, reminding him of what it would be like off his dependents.

he truly is a human puppy dog, always clinging to others in any form and giving love to anyone and everyone. you could call him a hopeless romantic, but it’s a bit lighter than that. more so a hopeless platonic, as he grabs friendships like candy. he would do anything for you in a heartbeat, and he is one to forgive far too easily.

he’s incredibly athletic, even if he doesnt seem to be the type. he’s co-captain of the lacrosse team and does track in his free time if he gets a leave off homework

[nhpsycho]

✔ oc ┊❝ ( Toby Wallace. he/him &. cismale ) rumor around town is that Campbell Eliot was on one of the buses that left for the field trip. they’re the eighteen year old that resides in new ham. over the summer news spread that they're a psychopath, but who knows if that’s true or not? what we do know is that their friends describe them as charismatic and perceptive, but who knows when they’re known to be aggressive and controlling from time to time.

Hey everyone! Meet my nasty boi Campbell. He’s an Asshole™ and the exact opposite of my sunshine child, Jay. So it’s gonna be a wild ride. If you wanna plot or whatnot just hmu here or on discord!

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Campbell is incredibly charismatic, and can change how he acts on a dime. He’s a social chameleon, and has keen awareness and perception over how he and others act and react. Perhaps the only way people ever really knew something wasn’t right with him was because they got a gut feeling everytime he was around that told them he was wrong.

There is nothing in life that scares him.

He hungers after gaining control, making decisions-- or at the least pulling the strings behind those decisions. He doesn’t want chaos, but he will do whatever it takes to gain the upper hand.

Aggression is his go-to response, and he can be violent when it serves a purpose. Whether it’s just to make him feel something, or to get what he wants. Rage is one of the few emotions he can experience to its fullest extent.

Campbell has high intelligence and is calculating, constantly running through his mind what people will think about things he and others say and do. This gives him the ability to see potential consequences others don’t notice.

After growing up facing neglect and being feared by all those around him, Campbell has gotten a clear understand of just how dark humanity can get. He is very objective and thoughtful when considering situations and decisions, always wanting to find the best solution for his needs.

He spends a lot of time just watching, observing people to figure out what makes them tick.

Once he sets his mind on something, the only one who can stop him is himself.

When Campbell was diagnosed as a Psychopath, he wasn’t surprised. It did make things worse for him within the family, but things were already shit anyway.

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Campbell just???? loves food????? food is one of the few things that makes him super duper happy. He’s not really a picky eater but give him a bacon ‘n egg sandwich any day and he’ll love you for life.

If you are someone he wants to keep around he will spoil the hell out of you: giving you gifts, trying to make you laugh, doing things you enjoy-- it’s all on the table.

He is fiercely protective, if you fuck with him, his plans, or anyone he wants to keep safe, you better be ready for a fucking war. 

Campbell is normally pretty chill and laidback with others, he prefers to listen than speak.

When shit hits the fan, Campbell is a pacer. He’ll walk back and forth for hours. He despises feeling helpless.

Definitely a movie buff. Talk to him about all things from American psycho to The Notebook. He especially enjoys laughing at blatant idiocy and rewatches all the gory scenes for ideas.

He very much prefers to be alone in peace and quiet instead of out at a rager, but will do whichever gets him where he wants to go. Intimate settings are more prefarable to group ones, as it makes it easier to keep track of everyone and judge interactions.

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“ alright but make it quick “

- What is your earliest memory that you can remember?

“ i don’t fucking know, stepping on a snail? “

- How was your childhood in general? Did your parents treat you well? Did you have a lot of friends?

“ aw, that’s cute. next question. “

- How was/is school? What is your favorite and least favorite subjects? What were your grades on average?

“ school was school. and i dunno, science? they were all the same. “

- Best childhood memory you can recall?

“ cutting class for the first time. or maybe when sam fell flat on his face cause i shoved him and he started crying and shit. that was fucking funny. and it still was every time after that. “

- Worst childhood memory you can recall?

“ i got this sweet knife on my eighth birthday but they took it away when i was ten. that fucking sucked, it was still in great condition too. “

- Name an event in your childhood that has shaped you into the person you are today

“ when we realised sam was deaf. selfish prick. “

- Are you a virgin?

“ ha, no. “

- What is the worst injury you have ever gotten? What was it and how did it happen? Were you ever close to death?

“ i’ve nearly cut my fingers off plenty of times. i fell off some rocks i was trying to climb once. had to go to the hospital for that. “

- Most dangerous thing you have ever done?

“ let’s just say i should’ve been in jail a couple times over by now “

- What would you do if you were suddenly given one billion dollars out of the blue?

“ get out of this town. buy my own place. never speak to anyone from here ever again. “

- Do you have any hobbies? Name all of them if you can.

“ pretty sure if i say them this’ll be used as evidence in court one day. “

- What are your top three favorite animals? What would you say your "Patronus" or "Spirit Animal" is?

“ what the actual fuck. next. “

- Can you cook at all?

“ ye, obviously. had to do it for myself since i was seven. “

- What is your favorite dish? Can you prepare it? Do you have the recipe handy?

“ ive gotten to hunt pheasant a few times. nothing beats that fresh game. clean it, skin it, gut it. crisp it up and eat it. so good. “

- What would you say is the worst thing someone has done to you? What is the meanest thing someone has ever said to you?

“ had a few people call me a monster, a dick, a demon. at this point i’m used to it, and it’s good to be reminded who you are. “

- What is the worst thing you have done to someone? What is the meanest thing you have said to anyone?

“ nothing i do is mean, i’m a modern day saint. “

“ we done? you’re welcome. don’t say i never did anything for you. “

[rcbinthehccd]

✔ ┊❝ ( sabrina carpenter. she/her &. cisfemale ) seventeen year old ROBIN “ROBBIE” MATHERS was listening to hold your breath by chase atlantic when the field trip buses turned around. rumor has it she destroyed her mother's car & got away with it, but who knows if that’s true? what we do know is that their friends describe them as innovative & cunning, even if they’re known to be a little possessive & aggressive from time to time.

aka tess cant fucking help herself. welp, you should know my dealio by now, so here’s a bit of info on this,,,, piece of lovable trash

info

she was born and raised in newham by jackson mathers and stephanie dickson-mathers

her life was pretty ok until age 9. she was in many advanced classes, learning french and italian by 8th grade, and playing the piano like a genius by 5th grade. it was only when she turned 9, her parents divorced and her mother became an alcoholic. naturally, she went to live with her father

she used to be a free spirit, all rainbows and sunshine and nothing but sweetness

after her parents divorced and her mother practically replaced her with a bottle of whiskey, things in her life started going down hill

her mother never paid child support, so her father worked two high-paying jobs to make sure she had everything she needed

around age 14, right before highschool started, her mother called her in a drunken mess telling her that she was the biggest mistake she ever made, that she was a worthless piece of shit and so was her dad. robbie fucking snapped, she marched down the street and took a baseball bat to her shitty car, blaming it on her mother’s crazy boyfriend. every window was shattered, and she even took the bat to the steering wheel itself, to the hub caps. anything she could destroy on it, she did. got away with it, too.

from then on, she completely changed. her trust issues skyrocketed and her temper shortened by the day. she’s a bomb waiting to explode

she’s the type your parents keep you away from, the one to set the firealarm off with a cigarette and laugh as she danced in the water spraying from the ceiling. the type to break into a store and fuck it up for no reason at all

she sticks to cassandra’s regime only in support of allie, doing the bare minimum to keep her rations and appease her friend’s older sister

she’s possessive and jealous and reckless and all the other terrible things

connections

she’s got an on and off again thing with lucas kiersney, kind of a toxic relationship but they never stay “together” long enough to be anything

she’s neighbors to the pressman’s, best friends with allie since she was 9.

she’s in a kickass girl squad with willow and tess (WHO NEEDS MORE GIRLS IN THE GIRL SQUAD CHECK THAT WC ON THE MAIN)

i’d love some more connections ! hit me up with ideas, or just send me a message on discord !

[harbingham]

✔┊❝ ( alex fitzalan. he/him &. cis male ) rumor around town is that harry bingham was on one of the buses that left for the field trip. they’re the eighteen year old that resides in new ham. over the summer news spread that he uses his late father’s name/prescription to get opioids in the next town over, but who knows if that’s true or not? what we do know is that their friends describe them as adventurous & charming, but who knows when they’re known to be spoiled & destructive from time to time. 

hey fam !! i’m nikki && super excited to be here !! now the real question is do i love to hate harry bingham ?? or do i hate to love harry bingham ?? idk fam i go back and forth every second but you can always still find me crying in the club about him so there’s that xD. 

the spoiled™, popular™ rich kid lbh

had what he’d say was the ‘perfect life’ until his father passed away a little less than 6 months ago

it hit him more than he likes to admit ?? but vULnEraBILity™ ?? we don’t know her here. so he ofc pretended that he was a-okay

however he is nOT && so instead he’s been using his father’s name/old prescription to continue to get his father’s painmeds/opiods cause wow addiction

and lordt knows being here && in a way losing his mom too is just going to make it all that much worse

the healthy™ comping mechanism of using alcohol, etc to numb pain ?? correct

harry has a fear of being alone && forgotten ... but like will be an asshole && push everyone away so wow we love that too.

and because of that friendships are mainly surface level

tbh i feel like he’s dealt with depression before, however the death of his father, && ofc now this other worldly shit is taking much more of a toll on his already shaky mental health

thinks that being rich will solve all his problems ... lol like sure jan

who is harry bingham really ?? harry couldn’t tell you. he’s pm been trying his whole life to just be liked && be who he thinks people want him to be.

despite being super wealthy && able to buy his way into any school, he’s actually smart™ && got into many of the ivy leagues on his own. was debating b/w Brown && Princeton

says he did theatre to put on his college app but actually loves it ?? lowkey good at it too.

says && does dumbass shit, especially when under the influence, && doesn’t yet see how greatly it can affect people

jealousy ??? noooooo ... <.<

“i promise that i hate me more than you do.” — a harry aesthetic™

scared && angry wow

listen ... that was a mess but hopefully it made some sense at least ?? lol. listen i could go on about harry for days but imma not do that to y’all <3. if anyone wants to plot feel free to hmu anytime, friends. harry may not like your muse all the time or ever but like i love them && you bless up <3.

[laterlayla]

hello, hello! i go by sora and i just want to say that layla is my ultimate baby, so i’m happy to bring here to newhamhq! and i’ve actually only played layla as a college student & older, so playing her high school ver. should be interesting. as for me, i’m 22, my timezone is est, and i go by she/her pronouns. some things i love are disney movies, anime, and overwatch (even though i haven’t played in weeks & comp can be terrifying).

oh! my discord is also sora ✨#4115, if anyone ever wants to talk on there! tw: death & abuse mention.

✔ ┊❝ ( danielle campbell. she/her &. cis female ) eighteen year old layla evans was listening to all the small things by blink-182 when the field trip buses turned around. rumor has it she gave people nudes for money, but who knows if that’s true? what we do know is that their friends describe them as loyal & adventurous, even if they’re known to be a little obstinate & impulsive from time to time.

ABOUT

born from meredith and roberts evans, she grew up happy and joyful at first. she took up ballet and was excited to see her parents in the audience during each performance. however, the happiness didn’t last long because at the age of ten, her dad passed away. it broke her heart for a long time and it broke her mom’s heart longer. every time her mom looked at layla, all she could think about was her husband, so she stayed in her room a lot or ignored the young girl. layla mainly took care of herself. she did her own laundry, cleaned the house, eventually learned how to cook, etc. the brunette went to a quiet home after school every weekday and the more months have passed, the more she became sad she had an estranged relationship with her mom and felt all she could count on were friends and a childhood friend’s family. when she turned fourteen, she got her own job and saved money to earn enough for several months of future rent since she already considered moving out when she turned eighteen.

as soon as high school came up, she became a party animal. she drank almost every night, partied every weekend, probably graffitied the school at some point, stole once in a while. i want to say she might have went to juvie once or did service hrs, but i have to do more research. however, she was at the point of being expelled and finally thought oh fuck. so she cleaned up her act gradually. went to tutors and study groups, asked teachers for extra credit, listened and took notes as much as she can, etc.

now, being eighteen, she has her own apartment and plans to go to college because her dream job is to be a best-selling author. she already has a few stories written, but not completed.

NEW HAM

now that parents and almost everyone in town, she doesn’t care as much as she should? yes, she feels terrible that other people have had important ones gone all of a sudden, but because she’s already used to not having a real parent take care of her, she doesn’t care. in a way, she has mixed feelings? yes, she wants everything back to the way it was for the sake of others, but she also wants to do her own thing and do things she’s been wanting to, but hasn’t yet.

tl;dr: she’s basically a girl who is loyal to those close to her heart, loves to go have fun and cause trouble, and is into writing.

DETAILS

PINTEREST

aesthetics: a journal full of words, matching lace bras & thongs, waves crashing against the shore, piggyback rides, the comfort of someone being there, wanting to hear the words 'i'm proud of you', hands gripping bed sheets, police sirens, worn out ballet shoes

traits

adventurous, willing to take risks or to try out new methods, ideas, or experiences.

childish, silly and immature.

impulsive, acting or done without forethought.

loyal, giving or showing firm and constant support or allegiance to a person or institution.

obstinate, stubbornly refusing to change one's opinion or chosen course of action, despite attempts to persuade one to do so.

valiant, possessing or showing courage or determination.

vulgar, making explicit and offensive reference to sex or bodily functions; coarse and rude.

hobbies

surfing, going to the beach, writing, reading, drinking, partying, dancing, going on road trips, destroying property, stealing, boxing, baking, cuddling.

style

was going to try and find a canon chara to give an idea, but couldn’t find one.

basically her fashion consists of all kinds of shorts (mainly booty shorts and ripped ones), crop tops, oversized hoodies and shirts, spandex shorts, tops that show off cleavage, fishnets, and occasionally skirts + denim, ripped jeans. she has a few very nice dresses too.

tattoos

she has this tattoo on the back of her left arm

and she has this tattoo in the same area

sexuality

she’s bisexual and is proud of it

misc.

other labels that can define her: the dirtbag, the halcyon

one of her most prized possessions is a necklace her dad gave her

[jcyvincee]

✔ ┊❝ ( jordan calloway. he/him &. cismale ) eighteen year old jaiden "jay" vince was listening to monster by kanye west when the field trip buses turned around. rumor has it his father did the bingham's dirty work and jay stepped up in his dad's place, but who knows if that’s true? what we do know is that their friends describe them as charming & persuasive, even if they’re known to be a little elusive & manipulative from time to time

aka tess, once again, can’t control herself. well, enjoy this douche.

jaiden grew up in what most would call the ghetto, alongside his little brother (open wc), his mom and dad were working dead end jobs to keep food on the table

during jaiden’s 6th grade his dad magically got this amazing, well-paying job in west ham, and they packed up everything and moved

from there on our, he had a pretty decent life, started football in middle school and slowly became one of the best players on the team, earning him a full ride to his top choice university. his grades were eh but good enough to keep him afloat (thanks to his little side chicks who helped him with his homework)

he became kind of a dick, in the nicest term possible, banging anything he could get his hands on and never giving them a call back. he dabbled in a few drugs and considered himself the “life of the party”

his partner in crime, devon, was the closest thing to a best friend jaiden ever had, no one else sticking around long enough to earn the label

it was only in his junior year that things kind of took a turn. he learned what his father really did for a living--- all of the bingham’s dirty work. (more to be plotted on that). his father got into some trouble with the job, and soon enough, jaiden stepped up in his place to keep the food on the table and the money rolling in. anything the bingham’s need, he’s on it.

i still need to plot him out a bit more but basically he’s a charming fuck boy with manipulative tendencies, and he never knows when to shut his mouth. i’d love some more connections for him so hmu !

[hvckleberried]

yeah, he’s smoking inside. fucking sue him. miles leans back against the countertop and watches these idiots actually work. he takes a long drag. blinks. are you gonna, like, help at all, man? his exhale’s elongated; he watches his own breath fade into the rafters. 

“ oh, does this bother you ? ��� he asks, feigning concern. even cocks his head to the side for good measure. he lifts the cigarette in question to confirm their distaste. the other boy nods. miles’s forefinger taps against the cig and flicks ash onto his stupid west ham high shirt. and there it is. the smirk.

 “ my. bad. ”  

or, alternatively : ‘tis i, linc, with *dj khaled voice* anotha one !!  greetings & salutations to huckleberry jeremiah vernon. call him MILES or he actually might kill you. 

[   m   i    l    e    s        v    e    r     n     o     n      ––    OPEN   FLAME .

✔  oc + wc┊❝ ( aria shahghasemi. he/him &. cismale ) eighteen year old huckleberry jeremiah vernon was listening to "paint it, black” by the rolling stones when the field trip buses turned around. rumor has it he spent two years in juvie & is the unbeknownst father of becca’s child, but who knows if that’s true? what we do know is that their friends describe them as alluring & deft, even if they’re known to be a little anarchic & noxious from time to time.

( &&. general information )

full name: huckleberry jeremiah miles vernon

nickname(s) or alias: miles, vernon, fuckleberry finn ( west ham football team, freshman year ), that asshole, the scary one, the kid ( his foster parents )

preferred name: miles. call him anything else and it’s your funeral, fuckface.

current age: eighteen

astrological sign: scorpio

gender: cismale

preferred pronouns: he/him

sexual preference: bisexual

romantic preference: biromantic

home environment: the kiersney household. a manor-like three-story at the edge of west ham’s easternmost woods. it looks like ikea ate pier 1 imports and fucking barfed up its bones the next day. statement walls. matching furniture. modern art on the walls. his foster parents have a motherfucking sculpture in the front foyer. it’s sickening. suburban. tame. tidy.

current occupation: student. delinquent.

language(s) spoken: english. i’ll-wring-your-neck-with-just-my-eyes. spanish, barely.

native language: english.

current relationship status: his knuckles kissing your face.

( &&. background )

reason behind name: huckleberry jeremiah vernon won his name in the lottery of misfortune: at least, that’s what his aunt used to say to the young boy. he doesn’t know a lot about his parents. enough to know they were royal fuck-ups, crackheads with nothing better to do than fuck and get high and have an accidental kid. they thought it’d be a hilarious form of payback: this monster takes nine months of their precious time, so they’d make his life hell. simple. so when his parents died when he was just an infant, his aunt had the opportunity to change his name. shift the tide. but she couldn’t bring herself to go against her dead sister’s wishes, however fucking twisted up she got because of her bad-news boyfriend. she took huckleberry in and insisted on calling him by his birth name until, at three years old, he was sent home from school with a drawing of his aunt with x’s for eyes. “ my auntie if she keeps saying it ”. from that day forward, he was jeremiah. then miles. only miles.

birth order:  first and only for his biological family. the second-youngest of his cousins, when he lived with his aunt. they had a massive falling out after he returned from juvie. she chucked him out like he was rotten meat. the oldest ( or perhaps same age ) as his current foster brother.

ethnicity: what’s it to you. iranian-american

nationality: american.

religion ( tw: death, acts of violence ): fuck that shit. there’s no god. if there were a god, it’d be fucking him. this wasn’t always miles’s view; it started when he was 4, and accidentally killed his aunt’s cat in front of his cousins. they always hit people when they were doing something wrong in cartons! the cat was trying to steal his cheese stick. so... he hit it with a book. his aunt she made him go to bible camp that summer, where he was vilified for his name. “huckleberry’s a dingleberry! hahaha! where’s tom sawyer, huh?” whatever god there was wouldn’t let him have this name. or this life. he wouldn’t have let his parents die: huckleberry would later find the news clipping. “ bronx couple found shot dead in stolen vehicle, ruled double-suicide. ”  religion’s the opiate of the masses. it’s how pansy people sleep at night. young huckleberry wasn’t allowed back at church after he dropped one of those big candles and watched the altar go up in flames. fine by him. he started playing with fire. messing with the wrong people. getting wrapped up in sketchy city boy shit. any shred of faith left in his body was torn away when he and his older buds planned to rob a bank: miles was 12; his cohorts ( ty & presley ) were 18. miles did most of the electronic work: hacking the cloud, derailing the security system. they stormed the fucking bank of america. one of them whipped out a gun. miles... stabbed somebody in the shoulder, to get them off of ty. he watched that security guard die, that day. but not before his bullet ripped through ty’s head. juvie happened. two years. aggravated manslaughter. he got off easy, as a minor. presley’s still behind bars. so, yeah. there’s no motherfuckin’ god out there. and if there is? he can kindly suck miles’s dick.

political views: politics. are. bullshit. go cry to somebody else about your opinions. there’s 7 fuckin’ billion people on this planet and you think your thoughts on zoning laws and gun control matter? cry him a fucking river.

financial status: he’s secure, because of his foster parents. he keeps testing ‘em, to see if they’ll fuckin’ send him back. broken merchandise; we want a refund. but they don’t, so he... just keeps taking. stealing money from their wallets. selling expensive shit from the house to buy good shit. pocket knives. lighters. alcohol. a gun. 

hometown: bronx, new york city, new york. now it’s west ham. fuck that.

level of education: high school junior. because of his time in juvie, he entered school in west ham as a freshman at 15. he’ll turn nineteen before his senior year. not that it matters. he’s already planning his escape. he’s lifted enough money to skip town soon, go back to new york. avenge ty’s death. he’s got the other security guard’s details, from that day. it pays to be skilled with a keyboard. he’s brilliant, when he wants to be. sharp-witted. his idea of a prank last year was sending an anonymous tip in to the school saying the whole place might blow. hacking the database to make it look like it was sent from a real address. he’s still surprised people aren’t more fucking grateful. he secured them a stupid day off. he’s also known to hack into the cloud to get test answers, and sell ‘em to people that don’t completely make him want to punch them.

( &&. physical appearance )

looks like (or face claim, if applicable): aria shahghasemi. he’s got these midnight black curls. piercing gray eyes. 

height: 5′10. but don’t let that get your guard down.

figure/build:  lean and muscular. won’t be caught dead in west ham’s stupid gym, but he’s fit. his foster parents put in a whole boxing studio in their basement just for him. he’s been known to get into fights, throw punches. it was their way to kind of, like... get his anger out. joke’s on them; he’s not giving it up. that shit’s his. 

hair colour: black.

hair length: mid-length. curly, so it looks shorter than it actually is.

eye colour:  gray.

glasses?:  no. just shades.

skin tone: olive. smooth.

tattoos:  he got one in juvie, on the side of his right wrist. a cross. makes him laugh. irony. he’s in the process of self-tattooing fuck between his left forefinger and thumb, but only the jagged f is there right now. it’s a process. he can’t stomach the needle.

piercings: one diamond stud in his left ear. it’s about the side of a pencil eraser. stolen.

birthmarks/scars/distinguishing marks: a few faded cross-hatches near his hairline, from fights that resulted in stitches. a six-inch line across his chest. knife. a few patches of scar tissue from burns on his palms. all juvie.

dominant hand: left-handed. you can tell because that’s the hand he always uses to flick his lighter on and off, on and off. he’s always playing with that damned thing.

if painted, what color are their nails?: who do you think he is, fuckin’ bowie? jesus.

usual style of clothing: black on black on black. did i mention black? black t-shirts, leather jackets, denim jackets, dark jeans, boots. wouldn’t be caught dead in fuckin’ sneakers. failed gym because he wasn’t about to put on dowdy shorts and t-shirts just to run around a glorified prison for 30 minutes every day. oh, there’s a pep rally? we’re supposed to wear centurion colors? fuck you.

frequently worn jewelry:  he wears a thin gold chain around his neck every day. sometimes he’s got rings.

describe their voice, what accent?:  his voice is very punchy, low. cat-like. glimmers of some new york peppered in here and there.

what is their speaking style (fast, monotone, loquacious)?:  clipped. acidic.

describe their scent: amber. tobacco. smoky.

describe their posture:  he stands tall, defiant, aloof. chin always tipped up in the face of oncoming threats. his whole body’s a proverbial middle finger to the world: yeah, i’m here. bite me.

( &&. legal information )

any speeding tickets?:  yep. went 80 in a 25 zone.

have they ever been arrested?:  yes. at this point, the west ham police force is really tired of his shit.

do they have a criminal record?:  absolutely. various misdemeanors. cybercrimes. property damage, breaking & entering. shoplifting. aggravated assault. 

have they committed any violent crimes?:  hAs He CoMiTtEd AnY vIoLeNt cRiMeS ??? ( he’s laughing. )

property crimes?: affirmative.

traffic crimes?: should be the least of your concern.

other crimes?: don’t even get me started. the moral compass on this kid is... nonexistent. the answer to the world’s problems is fuck ‘em. anarchy.

( &&. medical information )

blood type: o negative.

date/time of birth: december 3rd. 3:32am. witching hour. ha.

place of birth: shitty hole-in-the-wall crackhouse. his parents dropped him at his aunt’s before freewheeling.

vaginal birth or cesauren section?: vaginal birth.

sex: male.

smoker? / drinker? / drug user?:  yes / yes / yes. what can he say? he’s an equal-opportunity employer.

allergies: grizz visser. fuckin’ ass. nosy people. pop music.

ever broken a bone?: his nose in second grade: the other kid got it worse. his hand in fifth grade. worth it. couple ribs in juvie. his arm, when he was a baby. his parents wanted to see if gravity was, like. real.

any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: nah. not that he’d tell you anyway.

any medication regularly taken: nyquil, sometimes. helps him sleep.

( &&. personality )

direct quote from them:  *blinks at you like you’re speaking swahili* 

positive traits: alluring, deft, crafty with computers. sly.

negative traits: anarchic, acerbic, explosive. heedless. noxious. 

likes: the flick of the flame. beat poetry. darkroom photography. scared glances. messing with the system. sidestepping boundaries. wintergreen lifesavers. blueberry slushies. ac/dc, the stones, lynyrd skynyrd, sting, the offspring, kansas. buttered toast. milk duds. history. cigarettes: he’s always got one tucked behind his ear.

dislikes: fucking football team. working on yearbook ( detention punishment ). catch him taking photos of those morons with his middle finger in frame. his roots. his aunt, for casting him out. his foster family, for giving him so many chances. he doesn’t deserve them. his name. bright sunlight, hurts his eyes. pistachios. remembering. weak alcohol. fraternizing with the idiots of west ham.

strengths: he’ll figure out your nervous ticks within two minutes of talking to you. he can go hours watching someone ramble and not say a thing, and not break his expression. making others feel small. digging his fingers into your dirt. finding back doors, loopholes, and getting through cybersecurity like a hot knife through butter. baking – but tell anybody and he’ll end you. tying cherry stems with his tongue. making sense of ginsberg. remembering stupid historical facts. pope gregory ix executed cats and that allowed rats to spread the bubonic plague in masses. still fuckin’ like your religion, asshole?

weaknesses: vengeful. his definition of justice is very much based in vigilante action; an eye for an eye. he’s got an aloof disposition, but his past wounds are still seething. empathy. expressing emotions other than anger. patience. impulse control. he can’t hide that you’re pissing him the hell off. swears in front of kids, often. probably slept with your aunt two towns over. can’t lose an argument, ever. even with authority figures.

insecurities:  what if he... caused ty’s death? what if that’s on him? is he worth shit? he’ll make himself worth something. he’ll get them back. all of ‘em. he’ll make ‘em pay.

fears/phobias:  hates needles. but fucks with ‘em anyway. fears oblivion, but puts up a front like he’s chill with it. fears he’ll never muster up... a purpose. or whatever the fuck people call it. fears this is all he’ll ever be: an eighteen-year-old fuckup with a record, hands that itch to fight, to crush, to destroy. 

habits:  playing with his lighter. chewing on toothpicks. popping milk duds like pills. glaring at everyone, no one, nothing. everything. laughing in the face of authority. making unprecedented digs at people, just because he can. propping his feet up on the desk in front of him when his teachers ask him to answer questions, twirling a pencil in his hands like he’s god. grabbing a slushie from 7/11 just to have something to do with his hands. messing with the popular kids’ social medias, just for fun. hacking the online lunch menu to see his classmates get fuckin’ pissed when mozzarella sticks are served on friday, not today, sorry. driving to neighboring towns’ parties and hooking up with chicks there. masquerading as a man with a reason. hitting up college parties often. lingering in shadow. living in gray areas. writing his own notes in the front of library books, on the title page, in sharpie. “ fuck you ten thousand ”  on the school’s copy of pride & prejudice. “ kindly die, thanks ” in gone with the wind. “ congrats, you’re literate ” in the front of catcher in the rye.

quirks: always sits in the back left corner of the room, near the window. he literally jumped out, sophomore year, when the school security officer tried to bust him for selling pills to a freshman in the hall earlier that day. popping his earbuds in during lectures. maintaining unbroken eye contact with teachers as he does so. getting ~very close~ and speaking ~very low~. purring threats. can never drink lightly. skipping school often, fabricating online attendance to avoid suspension. barely eating the food his foster parents prepare. leaving the table early, unexcused. digging into the leftovers after everyone’s gone to bed. severing ties. if he’s lucky, never makin’ ‘em in the first place. his new yorkisms come out when he’s drunk, or high, or tired.

hobbies: darkroom photography. reading poetry. burning shit. smoking. walking around the mini mart like he’s a hunter in the wild, just to make the clerks uncomfortable.   

guilty pleasure:  he listens to “lore” and “my favorite murder”. but he disguises that shit, saving the album covers of the podcasts as seether.

desires: to avenge ty’s death. get the fuck outta west ham. to find a reason to be here. a reason why.

wishes: his parents didn’t kill themselves. cowards. they deserved to deal with him. they deserved to be tortured, for doing this to him. he wishes he hadn’t pulled that knife on his aunt. then at least he’d still be in new york city, instead of here, with this stupid fuckin’ foster family that just won’t let him go.

secrets: killed a guy. the reason for his juvie sentence is redacted on his public record. he’s lonely, a lot of the time. and, oh yeah: he’s becca’s baby daddy.

turn ons:  no bullshit. sarcasm. intellect. no strings.

turn offs:  sentimentality. smileyness. too much perfume. caring.

lucky number: 1. he’s all he’s got.

pet peeves:  chewing gum: fucking pellegrino and his damned bubbles. bubbly people. cassandra pressman and the tree-sized stick up her ass. foot tapping. prying. school involvement. slow drivers. slow walkers. slow thinkers.

their motto:  “ fuck you very much. ”

( &&. favourites )

food: falafel. shut up.

drink: he brought vodka to school in a water bottle once. diet coke.

fast food restaurant:  wendy’s. he likes the chocolate frosties.

flavour: chocolate. 

word: fuck. for a vast array of reasons.

colour:  black.

clothing: his most worn leather jacket. touch it and he’ll end you.

accessory: the gold chain ‘round his neck. it was ty’s.

candle scent: smoke. tobacco. whatever that shit is, patchouli.

game: fuck games. fuck fugitive. leave him alone.

animal:  he has such a soft spot for caterpillars.

holiday: christmas. he likes baking shit. but if that ever gets out, he’ll flip.

weather: pouring rain, with patches of sun in between. it’s rare, but damn. it’s kind of beautiful.

season: summer. fast drives, windows down. no school. no bullshit.

book: on the road, jack kerouac.

artist: aerosmith.

band/group: ac/dc, kiss, guns ‘n roses, van halen, def leppard.

song: we’re not gonna take it, twisted sister.

movie/film:  star wars. fuck off, it’s good.

tv show:  history docs. he likes those decade pieces on the history channel.

sport: boxing.

possession:  his lighter.

number: 1.

person:  that’s the dumbest question he’s ever heard. himself. he’s lying.

( &&. skills )

talents: hacking. lying. breaking rules. testing limits. photography. playing people.

ability to drive a car?:  yes. recklessly.

can they ride a bike?:  yes, chooses not to.

do they play any sports?:  tonsil hockey. heartbreaking. boxing.

anything they’re bad at?:  empathizing. serenity.

do they have any combat training? why?:  yep. his friends in grade school. juvie.

( &&. firsts )

childhood memory: crushing a handful of cheerios in his tiny hands and feeling... powerful.

crush: ava watson. she said she liked his eyes.

email address: jinxyouoweme@aim.com

job: reception at a local gym in west ham. lasted a day; he punched a guy.

phone: flip-phone. now he’s got an iphone.

kiss: hanna parler. 6th grade. said she’d miss him before he left for juvie.

love:  HA. nice try, dick.

sexual experience: josie thwaites. 6th grade. they didn’t know what the fuck they were doing.

( &&. childhood )

best childhood memory?:  try again.

worst childhood memory?:  seeing ty’s eyes go dim.

what were they like as a child?:  angry. electric. not easily tamed.

any crushes growing up?:  some. he doesn’t do that now. crushing.

( &&. this or that )

expensive or inexpensive tastes?:  expensive.

hygienic or unhygienic?: hygienic.

open-minded or close-minded?: close-minded. his way or bust.

introvert or extrovert?: introvert. buzz off.

optimistic or pessimistic?: pessimistic. optimism’s dead.

daredevil or cautious?:  daredevil. caution’s an early grave.

logical or emotional?:  emotional.

generous or stingy?:  stingy.

polite or rude?:  rude. so rude.

book smart or street smart?:  both.

popular or loner?:  loner. notorious, though. everyone knows who he is. wonders what his deal is. he’s got this... dark magnetism. if you’re smart, you’ll stay away.

leader or follower?:  leader. follows his own path. likes disrupting order.

day or night person?:  night.

cat or dog person?:  cat. despite what his childhood mistakes might lead you to believe.

closet door open or closed while sleeping?:  open. come get him.

( &&. social media )

do they have a facebook? twitter? instagram? vine? snapchat? tinder/grindr? tumblr? youtube? yes to facebook and instagram. no twitter, no vine. has a snapchat, rarely uses it. yes to tinder.

if so; name on facebook: miles vernon.

instagram user: milesvernon.

snapchat user: milesvernon.

( &&. musical tastes )

theme song: paint it, black –– the rolling stones. 

makes them sad:  anything by the beatles. makes him think of his aunt’s apartment. and then he gets angry.

makes them dance:   nope. he wouldn’t be caught dead dancing in front of the likes of you. when he’s drunk, anything with a decent beat will make him sway his hips a little.

( &&. miscellaneous )

do they have a fake i.d.?:  hell yeah. a couple.

are they a virgin?:  ha. no.

describe their signature:  chaos. barely legible.

how long would they survive in a zombie apocalypse?:  he’d bite a zombie’s fuckin’ head off, if that answers your question.

do they travel?: nah.

one place they would like to live:  anywhere but here.

one place they would like to visit:  anywhere but here.

celebrity crush:  camila mendes. tell anybody and he’ll hunt you down.

what can you find in their pockets/wallet/purse: cigs. lighter. some form of tic tac. 

place(s) your character can always be found:  in the shadows. on rooftops. places he shouldn’t be.

when does your character like to wake up?:  7:03am. he doesn’t like rounded numbers.

how does your character spend their free days?:  reading. burning some stuff. driving out to other towns to do reckless shit.

what’s your character’s bedtime routine?:  read some poems. have a cigarette. knock out.

what does your character wear to bed?:  boxers, no shirt.

if your character can’t fall asleep, what are they thinking about?:  ty’s brains. that knife. juvie. getting back. making them pay.

what is their idea of perfect happiness?:  revenge.

on what occasions do they lie?:  on what occasions don’t they lie ?

most marked characteristic: his ghost-gray eyes. his smirk. his hair.

what is one thing they’d most like to change about themselves?:  only one?

how would they like to die?:  in a blaze of fucking glory.

do they snore? no.

can they curl their tongue?: yes.

can they whistle?:  yep. he likes doing that yoo-hoo kind of whistle. makes people uncomfortable.

do they believe in the supernatural?:  nope. bullshit.

has anyone ever broken their heart?:  no.

have they ever broken anyone’s heart?:  yes. on purpose.

are they squeamish?:  not at all.  

have they ever seen anyone die? what happened?:  see above: ty. that security guard. he’s sure they won’t be the last.

are they a lightweight?:  not at all.

[downstvged]

“ oh. uh... you had your eye on that last laffy taffy, too ? ”   awkward. peyton reaches for the candy anyway. his fingertips close around the treat and nudge it closer to the person beside him. “ go for it. my favorite’s banana anyway. ”

or, alternatively : i have zero restraint & ‘tis i, linc, comin’ atchu w/ my third, peyton pellegrino !! resident senior class treasurer & lacrosse co-captain & theatre techie. he’s a wholesome boy but jeez... is new ham gonna break him. dun dun dunnnnNNNN .  ; )

✔ ┊❝ noah centineo. he/him &. cismale ) eighteen year old peyton pellegrino was listening to “no place like home” by marianas trench when the field trip buses turned around. rumor has it he’s on a missing children’s list in delaware & his dad is actually his childhood kidnapper, but who knows if that’s true? what we do know is that their friends describe them as suave & bona fide, even if they’re known to be a little restless & yielding from time to time.

i’m... not gonna do my long intro format for him bc ain’t nobody got time fo dat! and i’m lazy sfhiefh. but here we go !!

( tw: mentions of kidnapping, false death, anxiety, familial deceit )

AMBER ALERT, MILTON PD, DELAWARE —  MILTON TOWN POLICE HAVE BEEN NOTIFIED EIGHTEEN-MONTH-OLD JAMIE CLAVERTON WAS STOLEN FROM HIS MOTHER’S STROLLER IN BRUMBLEY PARK EARLIER TODAY. SUSPECT WAS NOT IDENTIFIED AT THE SCENE. ANYONE WITH INFORMATION IS ENCOURAGED TO CALL POLICE IMMEDIATELY.

spoiler alert : little jamie claverton never quite found his way home. with no witnesses to the kidnapping ( thanks to his mother’s ignorance... yikes ) ,  matthew pellegrino, age 30, was able to make an easy getaway with the child. in 2010, milton police closed jamie’s case. the clavertons, heavy-hearted, buried an empty casket for their lost boy, unaware that he was alive and well just two states away, living comfortably with his “ father ”  in west ham, connecticut.

peyton pellegrino’s mother abandoned her family shortly after peyton’s first birthday –– she’d struggled with postpartum depression & decided she wasn’t made out to be a mother. despite matthew’s pleas, his wife disappeared into the night. and just like that, it was just father and son. us two against the world, peyton’s father would say. they moved around frequently, spending almost each passing birthday in a different place. new york city, boston, miami, chicago, philly. it wasn’t until peyton’s seventh birthday that they finally settled somewhere long-term: phoenix, arizona. and, by the time his tenth birthday rolled around, they hopped across the country once more.

to west ham, connecticut. a dramatic change of pace. matthew had landed the position of fire chief, his record of improving local fire departments finally recognized. so ten-year-old peyton careened into fifth grade, then middle school. he fit right in. and west ham? west ham ate up the pellegrino family story. nobody suspects a thing.

in a hidden compartment locked under matthew’s desk lies the only record of peyton’s past. duplicated fingerprints. forged social security documents. fake passports, just in case. the key’s hidden somewhere in the house. but it’s the two of them, father and son, them two against the world.

and up until now? peyton hasn’t had the means to discover the truth.

peyton pellegrino, aspiring broadway set/lighting engineer:

inspired by “no place like home” by marianas trench.

peyton moved to west ham when he was 10, so i would love some long-term connections for him. his dad’s the fire chief, so he’s definitely... involvedˆin the smell stuff. more on that in the future.

he’s heavily involved in lacrosse, mock trial, theater, & student gov. he’s the senior class treasurer because freshman year, his pals on the lacrosse team joked he had the only face people wouldn’t be mad to hand class dues to. he’s been voted into position ever since.

will be attending eastern connecticut state university for a degree in theatre & theatre design !! he’s SUCH a techie and very unashamed about it, but he will get bashful if he gushes on too long about the importance of a crisp curtain or how much of a difference fading spots can make. he acts as well ( see his excellent performances in mock trial competitions ) but he’s got such a love for framing the stage, making his performers look good. making the visual effects an extension of the story.

works as a pizza delivery boi for one of the local faves — and you best bet this kid makes amazing tips. in the summers, he techs at a bunch of theatre camps and throws in a gig scooping ice cream just for some extra dough. it’s not that his dad doesn’t make good money as fire chief, but they struck a deal that peyton would foot at least half of the bill for college. so he’s trying to getting a jump on that.

one of those rare breeds that is hella involved and seems really relaxed about it? but... he does have anxiety & struggles with panic attacks from time to time. they were really bad when he was around 8 to 11, but they’ve calmed since being here. it’s one of the reasons why matthew looked for a position in such a small, calm town.

sike !!!!!  west ham ain’t calm no more !!!!

speaking of his dad. they’re fuckin’ best friends, alright? saturday nights are reserved for the pellegrino boys. foosball. ping pong. b-rate game shows.

he’s the kind of dude to go out of his way to help you and say it was no sweat. even if it was all the sweat.

if he loves you, watch him lay out his jacket so you don’t have to step in mud.

has a bad habit of nipping at the edge of pens. it’s one of the anxious ticks he hasn’t quite been able to shake. sometimes his right leg bounces, if he’s forced to sit still in one place for too long.

will likely join the committee on going home, if something like that arises. leadership courses through his veins, but peyton’s not really one to pursue it very much. he’s more content to chip in and help everyone else than sit at the top. but if someone close to him ( cough cough, @cvssndra​, cough ) decides to take the reins, he’ll be right there to support.

he eats his pizza rolled around the crust, like an italian taquito.

notable fashion choices include : leather bracelets, cuffed jeans, lots of solid colored and colorblocked tees. when he dresses up for mock trial, the girls kinda swoon. boy looks dashing in a suit. has a glasses prescription but always wears contacts. his dad says he looks sharper that way ( but it’s actually because, with glasses, he looks too similar to the claverton family. )  beat up chuck taylors, kind of untied on purpose. he’s got that whole loosely kept together, sleep deprived look down pat.

in middle school, he did a social studies project on milk carton kids. his project partner said there was this sketch from delaware that kinda looked like him. they both just laughed it off. young peyton came home and told his dad all about it over dinner. his dad laughed. the next day, peyton tried to find the same webpage, and was met with a notice that it had been permanently disbanded.

catch him longboarding around town like an absolute boss.

his favorite gum flavor is juicyfruit. it reminds him of go kart racing with his dad in arizona.

has functional knowledge of asl. he began learning at his school in chicago, and pursued it a bit further in arizona when he learned their next-door neighbor, patricia, was deaf. young peyton would walk the nice lady’s mail up to her door and learn a few signs from her each day, then practice them at dinner with his dad.

i imagine his dad’s reputation makes him fairly well-known around town. it’s likely peyton knows the owners of most businesses around here, so he’s the dude you stick near if ya want free shit.

he knows his dad’s disappointed he’s not pursuing a career in law enforcement or medicine. but peyton barely survived one day of junior firefighter training.

he actually just went back on anti-anxiety meds recently. so that’s gonna be interesting, when that supply starts going bye-bye.

people always assume he’s from cali, because of his overall vibe. his dad says he was actually born in ohio. peyton did a whitepages search in ohio for kenna pellegrino. the search came up empty.

his pals have a running inside joke where they hand him bottles of san pellegrino mineral water. it’s hilarious. and he hates it.

aight cuttin’ it short so i can hop onto this dash!! as always hmu for plots, bants, and good times !!  xx

[kciranswcrld]

✔ oc ┊❝ ( tyler young. he/him &. cismale ) rumor around town is that Keiran Jordan was on one of the buses that left for the field trip. they’re the eighteen year old that resides in new ham. over the summer news spread that he knows his father is a murder but he’s hiding it from his sister, but who knows if that’s true or not? what we do know is that their friends describe them as outgoing, enthusiastic, but who knows when they’re known to be overprotective and aggressive from time to time.

tw: drugs, death, murder

ayeeee it’s tess back at it again with another little shit for a character! so this is my first oc in this rp and i’m trying to make him, ahem, special. so he’s got a few kinks and stuff to work out but here’s the run down!

he’s hannah’s twin brother, attached at the hip from the womb. his sister is the #1 person in his life, the person he would do absolutely anything for--- he’d protect her to the ends of the earth

he gets his over-protectiveness from his father, the years of service in the army making him overly cautious, and in so, causing the same effect for keiran

keiran was a quiet child, though that didn’t last for long. the second he hit double digits, the young boy was running around talking a mile a minute

as he grew up, the talking turned into partying, along with his sister, and the partying led to drugs. a lot of them

at first, they just smoked weed. a lot of weed, getting stoned out of their minds just to slip away from reality for a few hours, but keiran wanted more--- he craved more

so he started getting into harder stuff. he popped some molly and snorted some cocaine, letting his body envelop the new highs. sooner or later, he was addicted

he’s still hooked on cocaine, something he barely shares with his sister. his only goal in life is to keep her safe, loved, happy and alive. there’s no need to put his burdens on her--- she had her life to live, and so did he

a year ago, keiran was looking into the army, hoping to follow in his fathers footsteps and assure his sister was safe from outside enemies, but he found something else. something worse. keiran and his family was told that his father finished his years early, that they gave him a free pass to come home and stay home. they were just kids then, willing to believe anything their father said. but keiran found the truth. his father was dishonorably discharged from the u.s. army for shooting and killing an innocent in a foreign country--- a mother and her unborn child. his mental health was deteriorating, and from what keiran read in the report, his father was convinced the innocent was an enemy. 

this changed keiran’s entire perspective of his father, and he knew it would do the same for hannah, so he kept his findings to himself, locked away under key and code. 

he is still admant on doing anything and everything he can to protect his sister. even if it means the truth away from her.

[bcdjesse]

✔ ┊❝ ( jordan connor. he/him &. cismale ) nineteen year old jesse wilson was listening to teenage dirtbag by wheatus when the field trip buses turned around. rumor has it he wasn't supposed to be on the trip because he'd been suspended, but who knows if that’s true? what we do know is that their friends describe them as loyal & resourceful, even if they’re known to be a little headstrong & undisciplined from time to time.

has a bunch of siblings.

is thought to be the black sheep until you meet his family and realize most of them are like that.

he was trouble from day 1 - at birth, at home, at school, everywhere. 

rowdy af

doesn’t like being told what to do which is why...

he’s almost always in detention!.

don't want to go to class? set something on fire.

has a very high tolerance for alcohol and pain.

smokes a lot of cigarettes.

has a motorcycle that he’s constantly taking apart and putting back together.

bad boy aesthetic.

accidentally caught feelings for this girl that literally fell into his arms about a year ago and it is the most un-jesse thing he has ever done.

hit me up for more info or plots!