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With a heavy heart, we are announcing the closing of Yalton. It has been a wonderful experience and we adore each of our members. However, the RP is not thriving as well as we wished and the admins have decided it would be best to end our adventure here. We’d like to thank all our members for considering us and for their dedication to this roleplay. You all brought so many wonderful characters to this RP and it was a pleasure to roleplay with all of them. We hope to keep in touch, so please feel free to follow us on our rph.

Best,

-The Admins

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your character bio for ana lucinda is horribly fatphobic and awful. i expected better of this rp.

I’m sorry, It was never my intention to give off those vibes. There is a fatphobia trigger warning but not because the bio was written to be fatphobic itself, just to warn of elements of fatphobia that I think are integral to Lucy’s character and background. I, a fat girl, simply wanted to write a fat girl who struggled with fatphobia (both internalized and from outside sources) before learning to accept herself. 

I fail to see how acknowledging that a fat girl faced these struggles, and struggles with food and self-love is fatphobic. I wrote from my (fat) experience. I dieted extensively as a teenager because people in my life and society taught me to hate my own fatness. I was miserable. That is a huge part of my experience and I’m still not entirely over that stage. I acknowledge that my experience is not the end all be all of fat experiences, but I believe you’re missing the point of the bio and of Lucy’s character as a whole. Lucy is meant to be a carefree fat girl, who discovered herself after realizing that being fat isn’t inherently bad. I’m sorry if I hurt you or did not portray that in a respectful way. But I believe that I have a right as a fat girl to want to write a fat girl who has gotten over her body issues. Lucy is happy with herself and who she is and that includes her fatness. Lucy’s struggles shaped her just as mine have shaped me and I do not think there’s anything fatphobic about that.

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Activity check. The following roleplayers have 24 hours to either post or contact the main before their FCs are reopened.

Hiro Komatsu

Bennet Carter

Beatrice Durand

Jason Mayors

Daisy Lu

Jana Elsayad

Amanda Vijitvongthong

Pia Yazzie

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I'm here now! Sorry if this was sitting in the inbox for a while, I’m just coming back from a little unofficial hiatus. What is it you need?

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Aruna Tenzin ▪ 36 ▪ Cis Female ▪ She/Her/Hers ▪ Dichen Lachman ▪ Criminology Proffessor ▪ Taken

Hypermobility syndrome tw. Panic attacks tw. Anxiety tw. Mental illness tw. Murder tw. Serial killer tw. Violence cw.

Aruna Tenzin loved two things as a child. Baseball and cop shows. Her father was a cop himself and would discourage Aruna from watching them because he didn’t want her exposed to that sort of brutality, but when she had to quit baseball because of a condition that allowed for her joints to be prone to easy dislocation, he stopped trying to discourage her. Part of Aruna knew that he had softened up because she wouldn’t pass the police medical testing anyway, but just because she couldn’t be a police officer, that didn’t mean she couldn’t do something she enjoyed with her life.

Looking at some of the top colleges for criminology, she eventually decided on the University of California, welcoming the change from living somewhere rainy to somewhere warm. Aruna graduated with a major in criminology, a minor in psychology and went on to complete a post-grad and doctorate, which she used to one day come back to the University to teach. Aruna might not have been a police officer but she was teaching and molding the minds of tomorrow’s law enforcement. With the right inspiration and motivation, maybe one day, the country would be a better place and the cops would be better cops.

When her wishes came back to haunt her, Aruna wanted to be sick.

It was a rainy Wednesday morning when the police turned up in her classroom with a list of crime scene photographs and a copy of her course syllabus. A student in her class had used her teaching to inspire their own murders. They had taken a class that was meant to help people and they had corrupted it. Aruna consulted as best she could, handed over her attendance lists and allowed the police to look at her students’ essays. She even helped them narrow down the criminal profile, once she was cleared of any involvement herself. One student mentioned the names of the killers who had inspired the crimes in his essays. Derek Fisher. He was arrested and a mess of police work and a criminal trial later, sentenced to prison. Aruna lost her inspiration for teaching and took a sabbatical that turned into a resignation and moved back to Chicago. This time, the rain seemed to match her mood. She tried to write another book, but couldn’t find the words. She was in a rut of self-doubt and broken faith.

Aruna knew she couldn’t stay in her rut forever, though, and when she heard there was a vacancy at Yalton in the Criminology department, she started the application three of four times before finally agreeing to send it. She had to believe there was still something that could be done for the future and sometimes, to weather a storm, you had to get wet.

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Sionnach Kavanagh

Amira Banks

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Congratulations Shukri! You have been accepted for the role of Amira Joyce Banks with the FC of Kylie Bunbury. We truly appreciate Amira’s bravery in defying her parents and know she’ll be a great fit at Yalton. Please send us an account within the next 24 hours with the ask and submit boxes open.

Welcome to Yalton! We look forward to roleplaying with you.

OOC:

Name/Alias: Shukri

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers.

Age: 24

Timezone: GMT

Activity Level: 7/10. I have a part-time job so I can be online for a couple hours on a week day. However in the weekends I am online for a whole lot more hours.

Things you aren’t willing to write: N/A

IC:

Character Name: Amira Joyce Banks

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Gender: Cis Female

Age: 21

Major/Position: Culinary Arts

FC: Kylie Bunbury

Biography:

In the eyes of the public the Banks seems practically perfect. Working parents, who brought in generous amount of incomes, their only daughter, Amira: a polite, smart and obedient girl. Amira is very often praised by the guests how much of a perfect daughter she is. So polite and proper, who wouldn’t want a daughter like her?

However the illusion is far from the truth. While Isaiah and Michelle seems so charming and friendly to the outside world, in their own home they were completely different. Cold and indifferent they demanded nothing less than perfection from Amira. She had to excel in academics and behave like the proper daughter. Craving for some affection Amira did her best to live up to the image her parents wanted.

At the age of twenty-one Amira did her best to make her parents proud. Her parents’ friends knew her as a polite, smart and obedient girl, she finished high school a year earlier than expected, she had a degree in political science and eventually she would be studying Criminal Law at University of Charleston - just like her father had. All in all it seemed like the life of Amira Banks was perfect.

Despite everything she had accomplished Amira was not happy with herself. All her life she had done something only her parents wanted, never what she wanted. More than anything else she wanted to live her life just how she desired it.

And for the first time in her life she did just that. She canceled her application at University of Charleston and applied at Yalton University to study Culinary Arts. Her parents were, naturally, furious and refused to either speak with her nor give her financial aid.

Though it hurt how easily her parents disowned her Amira could not help but be happy. She was finally free to live her life. No matter what the future held in store for her Amara knew one thing, she would never regret her decision.

state at least one head-canon about the character:

Amira was born and raised on Charleston, West-Virginia.

Amira got her second name ‘Joyce’ because her mother was a big fan Joyce Bryant - an African-American singer and actress in the 40/50′s.

There are not a lot of things Amira is afraid of, but the one thing she’s deadly afraid is of the dark.

Amira learned to cook from her family’s housekeeper named, Angela Brown.

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Congratulations Ashton! You have been accepted for the role of Sionnach Kavanagh with the FC of Seán McLoughlin. We’re so pleased to have another professor, particularly one so passionate about his work. Please send us an account within the next 24 hours with the ask and submit boxes open.

Welcome to Yalton! We look forward to roleplaying with you.

OOC:

Name/Alias: Ashton

Pronouns: she/her

Age:27

Timezone: est

Activity Level: 7 or 8. I work and go to school

Things you aren’t willing to write:

IC:

Biography Info:

Character Name: Sionnach “Fox” Kavanagh 

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Gender: Trans Male

Age: 27

Major/Position: Video Editing and Photoshop Professor 

FC: Seán McLoughlin

Biography:

Sionnach “Fox” Kavanagh was born  in Athlone, Ireland. She had a loving family. 2 older brothers and a younger sister. . At a very young age she always told her parents that she was a boy and wanted to wear boy clothes. Julia told started correcting them when they call them “her” say that it was “he”.  Around the age of 8 they brought him to a therapist it was then when he first heard the term transgender. After it being explained in full detailed everything clicked. That’s what he was. That’s who he was. Nothing was wrong with him just born in the wrong body. Much to his surprise his parents agreed to get him hormone therapy and had his first treatment on his 9th birthday and on that day. Fox finally felt like himself. He made he chose to keep his name because well he thought it was cool. They made a plan then that on this 16th birthday he would have the Genital reassignment surgery.

Fox was always known as the class clown and he was proud of the title. Making others smile made him feel whole. He did well in school and build his first computer freshman year of college all cause the computer he had couldn’t play the video game he wanted to play. He’s love video games since before he could remember. Sionnach knew that what he wanted do. Computers, video, video games, photoshop and thing that could entertain really. He quickly that programing a video game was harder than it look, he didn’t give up his love for them but learned editing and photoshop. At 20 years old he was in a car crash the permanently put him a wheelchair. He’s gone through many hours of surgeries, physical therapy, and being the “test subject” of new things to get him to walk again. He knows is not completely impossible to walk again just extremely hard to do. When we was 22 years old he started a YouTube channel just for but used it to showcase his editing photoshop skills and not keeps it updated and going for his classes. To show them that yeah was shit at them but he got better and better at what he does. And that nothing really stops him.

In all honestly he’s not a typical college professor. He’s a loudmouth, cures…more than he should. Hates when he’s called “Mr.” or “Professor”; but he’s passionate about his work. He loves helping his students make art. Make a video that makes everyone laugh. When he sees them smile he’s beyond proud of them. Teaching is what cause him to move in the first place

State at least one headcanon about the character:

He gets money from YouTube but just turns around and donated it. Or uses the money as back up. He loves making videos, but he loves his real job on campus more than anything

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Beatrice Durand ▪ 21 ▪ Cis Female ▪ She/Her/Hers ▪ Adelaide Kane ▪ Creative Writing Major ▪ Taken

Death/Miscarriage mention tw. Eating disorder tw.

1992 was a bad year for Laurel Price, while she was pregnant with her first child, her husband was killed in a horrific car accident, and shortly after that the woman has a miscarriage. She was told she’d never be able to bare a child. The young woman had a hard time dealing with the pain and was in complete ruins for years. That was until she met, Jacob Durand three years later. That same year, on a rainy London night, a miracle came  and she found she was pregnant with Beatrice. Bea was her miracle baby, or so she had been told plenty of time. The girl was constantly told she was special, though she never believed it, how could a girl be so special and have her father leave her just three years into her life. Miracle, special, perfect, words that her mother used constantly as the young girl grew up, she couldn’t count how many times she had hear them by the time she found her passion.

The child was never one for the outdoors, so it was no surprise when Bea got her hands on the old typewriter in her grandmother’s attic. With no paper, Beatrice would spend hours pretending to write stories on this broken typewriter, her imagination running wild. As she grew, it was what kept her from thinking she always needed to be perfect. Her precious typewriter was ripped away from her at age nine when the girl moved with her mother to the states where Laurel would meet a new man. Someone who would be much better than Jacob Durand ever could be to Beatrice and within a year, Beatrice had a new father, Kaden Adams. With Kaden came his sons, Uriah, Xavier, and Zachariah, three rowdy boys who were the complete opposite of the young, quiet Beatrice. Beatrice felt so out of place in her new family that it began to take a toll on the girl. She was different and in Bea’s mind, not perfect.

Freshman year of high school was when the it spiraled. Beatrice had a hard time making friends, she never knew how to really fit in. This is when he destructive behavior on herself began. It was small at first, Beatrice didn’t have friends at lunch so instead of going to the cafeteria to sit alone at lunch, she’d go to the library to study or to the field to practice shooting some soccer goals, though the library didn’t allow any food and you couldn’t exactly eat and practice at the same time. When Beatrice cut out lunch to study or practice, she figured it wouldn’t be so bad to cut out breakfast, and soon enough, she had cut out eating full meals. It was hard at first, but soon she got used to the hunger. It wasn’t long before Beatrice associated food with failure. As time progressed it was noticeable that Beatrice was losing a lot of weight and her energy went downhill. Her mom kept a close eye on her, she knew Bea never one to eat much, especially when she was stressed. When Beatrice went to her yearly physical the next year, her doctor brought up some concerns about Bea’s weight to her mother, in which Beatrice tried to pretend everything was okay. Laurel (Price) Adams finally took action to get Beatrice help after Uriah had found food hidden in Bea’s room, some that were thought to be eaten at dinner.

Instead of sophomore year of high school, Beatrice Durand was sent to a rehab facility for anorexia. Acceptance was the first step for Bea, it was hard for her to believe that she had a problem, it she had a problem that meant she wasn’t perfect. The year was a roller coasted for her, she had her ups and downs but going there when she did, was probably the best choice for her before her losing weight gave permanent physical effects on her body. Beatrice learned healthy techniques to take care of her body along with dealing with her destructive behavior. After a year and a half, Beatrice was deemed healthy enough to be released. Though Anorexia is a lifelong struggle and this time with having her daughter home again, Laurel wouldn’t ignore what Beatrice was eating and made sure to keep her with a therapist and help her keep up with the things she learned through the past year and a half.

Returning to school was one of the hardest parts, the girl had studied during her time in rehab but she was still behind and she had to be held back a year. Beatrice nearly relapsed that year, but with the help of her loved ones and professionals, she was able to find healthier ways to deal with that feeling of failure. That’s when she began writing again, a healthier outlet. Beatrice was now at a happier time in her life and by senior year, she seemed to mostly have a handle on things and was ecstatic to receive her acceptance letter to Yalton where she would major in Creative Writing. Though her mother was terrified to let Beatrice go to Yalton, Green Creek, Ohio was fairly far from Phoenix, Arizona, but with conditions from Laurel made and agreements from Beatrice, she was allowed to attend the university.

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Jana Elsayed ▪ 18 ▪ Genderqueer ▪ Ze/Zir/Zirs ▪ Imaan Hammam ▪ Astronomy Major ▪ Taken

Transphobia tw. Religion cw.

With Jana’s dad being an Egyptian immigrant and mom being a Moroccan immigrant, some things were to be for certain. Ze would be raised in the Sunni Islam faith, and due to the fact ze was presumed to be a female when ze was born, ze would wear the hijab.

Now, there wasn’t a question in zir mind, ever, that ze was somehow different from everyone else. Especially when ze started school, and comprehended just how different that was. However, ze and zir family mostly wanted to attribute that to stereotypes, those damn Disney princess movies and little kid shows they’d have zir watch because all of zirs peers were, and it was the most age-appropriate thing. Zir parents would point out ze was Black and that ze was a Hijab-wearing Muslim, and that wasn’t something ze would see in the movies and tv shows either. Jana wanted so badly to accept this as why ze was different, why their were days ze didn’t feel comfortable in zir own body, so ze convinced zirself of it. Hey, there was a kid in zir class who was originally named Trisha but who always felt as if his body was wrong and so he was allowed to start being called Trent when they were in the second grade, and ze definitely didn’t feel like ze was a boy … Most days ze didn’t, at least.

However, come middle school, all of Jana’s friends were on this site, Tumblr, and they urged zir to make an account as well. It’d be fun, they said, and ze would already get at least six followers due to zir friend group. So, one day after a day at seventh grade when they were all hanging out together, they led zir through the steps of creating an account, and finding blogs that ze could follow that they believed ze would like.

Through this site, Jana finally discovered what ze was feeling, there were others like zir. That sometimes felt like girls, other times like boys, and even sometimes just felt without a gender. There were words for each that ze had never heard before, words like agender, bigender, demiboy, demigirl, genderfluid, genderqueer. And there were pronouns that ze had never heard before, ze/zir/zirs, xe/xym/xyr/xyrs, ne/nem/nir/nirs, they/them/theirs, of course, ze had heard of ‘they/them/theirs’ before, but it was the first time ze was seeing it used for a singular person. As soon as ze learned what each of these different genders meant, ze knew that genderqueer was the right label for zir, and through experimenting with allowing people to use different pronouns for zir, learned that ze favored the ze/zir/zirs the best.

So, at aged fourteen, Jana came out to zir parents and friends as polysexual and genderqueer, requesting they use ze/zir/zirs to refer to zir from now on, and also told zir parents that ze wished to no longer wear the hijab due to not being female. Most of zir friends understood, there was one who didn’t and ze was saddened that ze had to lose her as a friend but figured it was in the best interest of zirself, and both of zir parents understood and welcomed zir.

Jana kept up zir tumblr all throughout high school, but never was one that someone would call ‘tumblr famous’, though threw zir liking of all the space and galaxy themed tumblr famous blogs, ze did realize zir passion layed in astronomy, and is now a freshman at Yalton studying it.

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Arjun Thakhar ▪ 28 ▪ Cis Male ▪ He/Him/His ▪ Aditya Roy Kapur ▪ Film Studies Graduate Student ▪ Taken

Movie Buff. Coffee Addict. Cynical. If you were looking for someone with these traits, then look no more, Arjun is your man. He may have a pessimistic outlook on life, but it only shows when he hasn’t had his morning coffee.

Arjun was an average kid. He wasn’t a star pupil, nor was he a gifted musician like his sister, Arjun was just Arjun. A quiet, lanky kid with a creative mind. Growing up, his parents knew academics were not his strong point, he only put in enough effort to pass, but as long as he didn’t fail, his parents were okay for him discover other things. And discover he did. Growing up in a city like Mumbai, it was hard not to find inspiration. It was the city of dreams, and Arjun had big dreams. He dabbled in everything that held his attention for more than 5 seconds; music, sports, art, you name it he tried it. But nothing sparked an interest in him, and just as he was about to lose hope in trying to find the one thing he could excel in, it seemed like Mumbai lost hope in him instead. Of course, it wasn’t as dramatic as he thought, they were just moving countries. His parents had applied for a green card to the US and after one year they had gotten it.

Saying goodbye to the city that was his muse throughout his childhood was more difficult than he imagined, but after a lot of convincing, ultimatums and compromises later, it was official. They were moving to the States. Landing in New York was a major culture shock, to Arjun especially, he didn’t know what he was expecting but this wasn’t it. He didn’t feel the love in it like he did Mumbai, and decided to hate it right away.

He started off as a Sophomore high school, and definitely felt like a fish out of water. He tried hard to fit in, but only made him feel lonelier and he came to resent the city more. Even his parents tried to help him, but they were also in the process of adjusting, it was a hard couple of years for all of them. In a very unfamiliar place, the only thing that felt familiar was movie nights. Every Sunday without fail, his parents would put on a movie and the family came together to watch it. They did this in India and he was extremely glad they kept it up in New York. It reminded him of home and made him feel less alone. It was then he discovered movies had always been a constant in him life, all other interests came and went but movies stayed. And apparently, it was obvious to everyone but him. When he found that his school had a film club, he immediately joined and finally found his niche. Arjun felt that spark he had been waiting for, and knew films had a strong place in his future.  

Now his dilemma was to decide if he wanted to be in movies, or make them. It didn’t take him to long to decide to go with that latter option. Screenwriting wasn’t his first option, he wanted to direct movies, but that he realised involved a lot of decision making. Arjun was the type of person that spent weeks making a single decision, being a director would’ve been impossible for him. Besides, becoming a screenwriter combined two of his favourite things; writing and movies. So when he went down this path, no one was really surprised. His parents wanted him to take something more practical and something that paid well, but how could they say no to his son wanting to follow his dreams, when they defied their parents to follow theirs?

He found out about Yalton while he was studying at NYU. His parents, as a way of supporting him, handed him the Yalton pamphlet with Film Studies highlighted. Arjun spent weeks researching about the school and their program. In the end, Yalton was too good to pass up. Applying for a transfer for the very next semester, Arjun began his Yalton journey with a smile. Graduating with a Film Studies, he extended his stay at Yalton by heading into their graduate program in Screenwriting.

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Hiro Komatsu ▪ 22 ▪ Cis Male ▪ He/Him/His ▪ Sen Mitsuji ▪ Philosophy Major ▪ Taken

Alcohol tw. Car accident tw. Disability tw.

The Komatsu family has always been the epitome of elegance in their town of Hiraizumi, Japan. Ancient Japanese culture and practices still run deep in the town to this day, with it’s agriculture based economy and plethora of historic monuments. At the age of eight, Hiro knew that the small town life would never accompany him as he visited Tokyo for a distant relative’s wedding. The most people Hiro had ever seen in one place at one time were the 103 kids in his year gathered together for an assembly. It was safe to say that stepping off the train and into Tokyo city was unlike anything he had ever witnessed before. Since that day, Hiro was obsessed with the thought of leaving his town to go live somewhere new and exciting, preferably somewhere far away from the farmer filled town of Hiraizumi.

Hiro wasn’t so much of a bad kid as he was a trouble maker. He was anything but neglected, but it’s safe to say his older brother Sho received the most attention from his family. With Sho’s stellar grades and a full ride scholarship for basketball to the University of Tokyo, Hiro couldn’t help but be kept in his 6′5″ brother’s shadow. While eighteen year old Sho was meeting up with the Prime Minister to be condemned for his amazing academic achievements, Hiro was being suspended from school, this time for stealing his teacher’s grade book and altering his friend’s grades. Hiro was stealthy, so if he wanted to get away with little things like that he could, it’s just that the chase was a lot more fun.

While Hiro’s father was born in Japan, his mother is from Philidelphia, Pennsylvania. She came to Japan to teach English and eventually met Minato Komatsu, and the rest was history. Though Hiro was aware of his family in the states, he never actually met them. With only a measly seven cousins residing in Japan, Hiro’s mother explained how she was one of eight, and there’s over thirty other relatives from her side of the family he’s never met. It seemed as if his seventh suspension was the last straw from his parents, as the day he turned fourteen, Hiro was fresh prince’d all the way to Philly to stay with the grandparents he often forgot existed.

Philidelphia was incredibly different from Hiraizumi, but in every way Hiro had hoped it would be. The schools were bigger, people more diverse, and Hiro had learned to prefer the savory American food over the traditional Japanese dishes back home. Though his family feared the culture shock would take him by surprise, they could have never imagined he’d fit in so nicely. Hiro was initially only supposed to reside in Philly for a year, but he was doing so well that his parents decided to allow him to stay for however long he pleased. Although he was considered very smart back in Japan, here in Philly his intelligence was exceptional as he quickly became the top of his high school class. While his peers struggled with teenage angst during high school, Hiro had never felt better. Hiro had girls, boys, and pretty much everyone else he wanted at the tip of his fingers, because who wouldn’t be attracted to the smart yet bad boy from Japan?

His bad behavior stopped in school, but that didn’t prohibit Hiro from engaging in less than admirable activities behind his family’s back. He became quite good at holding his alcohol as Hiro had a party almost every time his grandparents were out of town. If he wasn’t hosting one, he was most certainly attending one. Starting the third week he entered America, Hiro went to a house party at least five times a month. He’d get black out drunk or higher than heaven with his friends, something his family failed to realize until he was seventeen and headed home from what must’ve been his thousandth party. With only a visa, Hiro couldn’t drive, so he was dependent on his buddies to bring him home from whatever they had been doing that night. Though he knew better, his friends didn’t, and decided it would be a good idea to drive everyone home intoxicated. Paramedics arrived at the scene seven minutes after the crash to find the bottom half of the car 100 feet away from the scene of the accident, the tree the car hit completely toppled over, and no survivors except for Hiro who’s legs were completely shattered and stuck between the passenger’s seat and dashboard.

Hiro’s left leg was able to be saved, but his right one was forced to be amputated below the knee as it was completely mutilated. While the rest of his body was practically untouched besides for a few wounds requiring sistches, Doctors didn’t realize there was something else wrong with Hiro until four months after the accident during his last days in rehab. Due to the car stopping so fast while going such a high speed, Hiro’s upper body went right through the windowshield and into the tree which eventually toppled over the car. The impact caused parts of his skull to shatter and enter his frontal lobe, a problem that was presumed solved by an immediate surgery. However, that proved to not be the case once the frontal lobe damage became prominent in his behavior. The once charismatic and somewhat sweet boy quickly became a mix of all different personalities in one. Mood changes had become frequent, and the smallest things would now set Hiro off. His volatile behavior spontaneity had quickly become the main concern for those around him.

As he learned to live with his prosthetic and had been attending a therapist daily, now eighteen year old Hiro was sent home a total of five months after the accident. He finished his senior year by taking summer school classes and being tutored. It was harder to concentrate but still proved manageable as Hiro graduated with one of the highest GPA’s in high class. His family back in Japan flew over for a weekend as they had a party in celebration of this accomplishment, but it seemed as if everyone returned to their daily lives except for Hiro himself. He had plans to apply to some of the biggest colleges in the US for Computer Science, but the accident caused him to lost passion for most things in life. Instead, Hiro decided to take a gap year, getting a job at a local diner. It’s surprising how many tips a crippled nineteen year old with a pretty smile can make.

Eventually Hiro started applying to colleges again. He was lucky enough to take the SATs during his Junior year a earn a near perfect score, but it was still difficult getting accepted almost two years after graduating high school, However it wasn’t all for nothing as Hiro opened what he thought would be his fifth rejection letter only to find out that come fall, he’d proudly be a Yak. Though his battles are far from over, Hiro can proudly say he’s doing better. Weekly therapy sessions and time to himself has improved his behavior immensely, but there are times where he’s set off by some seemingly meaningless things. There’s still a long way to go, but for the first time in his life, Hiro can say he’s actually excited for the future.

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Pia Yazzie ▪ 21 ▪ Cis Female ▪ She/Her/Hers ▪ Hon’mana Seukteoma ▪ Native American Studies Major ▪ Taken

Cultural appropriation tw. Racism tw.

If you tend to find a Native American who is from a country not on the American continents, chances are they are there because they’re from a military family, or only one of their parents is Native and at some point met someone from that country, rarely you’ll find a full Native who is living there because both of her parents were also born there and just lived there. However, that is the case with Pia.

Now, it’s not that she didn’t have a background that sort of aligned with what you’d expect. Her mother, a Tohono O’odham woman, was studying abroad in college, she was from the United States when she fell in love with a German man, who’s father had been a Navajo man stationed in Germany during the Cold War, and mother was a Hopi woman who had married and lived in Germany with him as he was stationed. However, Pia’s mother was set to go back to the United States, and as a way of avoiding that, they chose to get married and have sex so that she would get pregnant. They were too in love to lose each other, which created Pia’s older sister, Louisa. They chose to give a name more popular in Germany rather than a name that aligned with any of their tribes, to make it an easier life for the child. And that’s the same logic they had when they had their second child seven years later, Pia. Though, their mother did guarantee that, while they learned German as a first language, they also learned English and O’odham.

Now, it wasn’t hard to find out that Germany has a huge fascination with Native Americans and Native American culture, especially living in a city as big as Stuttgart. When there would be pow wows, the girls’ mother would take them, and often cook some traditional dishes, and fry bread, as well as host a O’odham New Year party annually for the neighborhood. However, she always wanted to stress to the girls that this was an exaggeration, and the dancers weren’t doing it correctly by trying to mimic them. That those you’d find in America, or in Canada or Mexico even, were much better and traditional than these.

Every time this would happen, it would only spark Pia’s interest more, her mother had never given up her United States citizenship, and technically since her dad was born on a military base, he, too, had citizenship that he never gave up, so both girls were born with citizenship in the United States, though they had never been there. But she wanted to learn about her culture, in what her mother would deem a “legitimate way”, meaning not just by looking at the Native American hobbyism in Germany.

So, when it came to apply to universities, Pia decided she wanted to go to one in America, and one that had a Native American Studies major, which highly decreased the number of schools as not many had that major. However, she did find Yalton, which, from the virtual tour, she loved the look of, the buildings even reminded her of some in her German city! So she applied, got in, and off she went to Ohio. Now, she’s a Junior and loving it, she’s unsure if she’ll go back to Germany after she graduates next year or stay in America, but no matter what happens in the future, she is glad she chose to do this.

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Bennett Carter ▪ 22 ▪ Agender ▪ He/Him/His ▪ Grant Gustin ▪ Biochemistry Major ▪ Taken

Death tw. Depression tw. Anxiety tw. Car accident tw. Alcohol tw.

The Carters. An ordinary family, in an ordinary house, in an ordinary town. A writer and an illustrator parenting two extraordinary children. They were the perfect family. They lived paycheck to paycheck but Bennett Carter, the youngest child, couldn’t care less for he had the absolute love of his parents and brother. Though the child was different, unlike his outgoing and creative family members, Bennett’s love was science, more specifically Chemistry. At a young age, Bennett spent days on end coming up with new experiments and making new ones with just ordinary household items where he later presented to his family. No matter how different Bennett was, his parents supported him no matter what.

But sadly, there is wasn’t such a happy ending for the Carter family.

Bennett Carter was twelve when it happened. The child’s relationship with his parents was cut short when his parents and brother were in a car crash on the way home from Landon’s football game. Bennett hadn’t been in that car that night, his mother letting him go to his friend’s house to play video games instead of driving home with them. He remembers that day so vividly. He remembers the hushed voices in the hallway of his friend’s mother and aunt talking about the accident, he remembers how it felt to have the controller fall through his fingers in shock of the news of his parent’s death, he remembers the relief to hear that Landon was alive. Something in him broke that day and Bennett’s still unsure if he’ll ever get whatever it was back. His parents took some part of him with them when they died and now Bennett can’t fill that hole. Bennett’s whole life changed that day, Bennett’s whole being changed that day.

As Bennett grew older and into his teen years, he became jealous, hateful toward Landon, especially around the first few years after his parent’s death. He was angry, angry at how Landon got more time with their parents, he was angry that he wasn’t in that car because sometimes he wished that he had died that day too so he wasn’t left with all this pain. But it was the anger that was covering his sadness. But it wasn’t sadness, it was this numb feeling that he’d do anything just to feel something. There had been plenty of occasions where Bennett tried so hard just to shut Landon out, he felt suffocated by his older brother.

Around fifteen, Bennett had fallen into a habit of acting out, in school and at home. He had turned to alcohol and partying, just to feel something, have fun for once. Bennett came home drunk one day, walking into his Aunt sitting angrily at the table. That’s when she sent him to a therapist, worried about it, not too long after scolding him for underage drinking though. It took a while for Bennett to open up, but once he did, it was like he couldn’t stop, all that overwhelmed mix of bottled up emotions came out and soon later, Bennett was diagnosed with depression and anxiety something that he probably was trying to deal with alone since the death of his parents, that originally brought it out.

It was hard for Bennett to deal with it as first, he always found reasons for everything, his brain always went to that there was a reason for everything. The science part of his brain he had stopped using for a while had searched for some reason how he could let this happen. But after a long struggle, Bennett found his way back into his love for science and started to see himself better and how he used to be. One night after a particularly nasty fight with his brother, he went into Landon’s room to apologize to him. He knew Landon was taking a gap year between high school and college but it was a shock for Bennett to find the acceptance letter to Yalton in Landon’s room, and though Bennett loved having his brother at home with him, he knew that Landon had already sacrificed so much for him, so Bennett swallowed his fear of losing Landon and convinced him to go to Yalton. It wasn’t long until Bennett decided to go to Yalton himself, majoring in Biochemistry. Though he hated leaving his Aunt alone, he was glad that he was joining his brother at Yalton, and finally getting out of the town of his bad memories. Now Bennett is practically a new person, someone combined of his old self and the less innocence adult that knew death in the world. He still can’t talk about that day with anyone, he hasn’t figured out a way to bring it up without reinviting all that pain back to him, but at least he’s trying, he’s trying to be the person his parents would’ve wanted him to be.

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Daisy Lü ▪ 43 ▪ Cis Female ▪ She/Her/Hers ▪ Chang Hui-mei ▪ Philosophy Professor ▪ Taken

Pregnancy tw.

While born with the Puyuma name of Mavivo, Daisy’s family chose to use an English name close to her Chinese name of Da-Xia when they immigrated to San Marino, California from Beinan, Taiwan when their daughter was only five months old.

While she could never recall anything about living in Taiwan, she grew up in a traditional Taiwanese family. Her upbringing aligned with the Taoism faith, and her family would go to Chinatown for the celebration of the Chinese New Year every year. However, she wouldn’t learn Mandarin until her undergraduate years in college, and never would learn Puyuma.

Originally, Daisy started at Yalton studying Chemistry and Pre-Med, with the goal to be a Pediatric Neurologist, however her heart was never really in it. Her parents would have loved to see their only daughter be a doctor, and she did love making her parents happy, but she loved metaphysics more than she loved physics, she loved the social sciences more than she loved the natural sciences. And, through meeting with someone in career development, she discovered her real passion was Philosophy, already a year and a semester in. It was funny to her, the faith she grew up on was highly based off of the Philosopher Laozi, and yet she had to hear it when she was already nineteen years old, at a university, by a white, non Taoist man that she was really interested in Philosophy. None-the-less, they were right and she changed her major to Philosophy.

After graduating with her Bachelor’s, she worked in the administration office of the University, as she chose to continue her education, getting her Master’s, and eventually her Doctorate degree. By the time she had gotten her doctorate at thirty-two years old, she already had been awarded tenure at Yalton for her work in administration, but they weren’t sure they wanted to change her to being a Philosophy Professor, despite the fact one of their professors in the Philosophy department, ironically the same one who was Daisy’s academic advisor when she was in undergrad, was retiring and they would have a space open. However, when Daisy ended up pregnant with twins by her then-boyfriend, they decided she would continue work until her babies were to be born, then after her babies were born and she had her maternity leave, they would move her to the teaching position, to which she was thankful.

Her then-boyfriend and her have now broken up, but share legal and physical custody of the twins, which they named Jasmine and Aidan Lï-Wong, and Daisy is, in general, happy and has already been awarded tenure at Yalton yet again in her Philosophy Professor position.