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❝Bᴜᴛ ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ sᴛᴏᴘs ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ I'ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ sᴀʏ I ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ Wʜᴇɴ I'ᴍ ғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ❞



||○|ƒυℓℓ ηαмє|○|| James Cartwright III
|•| Meaning |•|
|•| Nickname |•| Jay, James Dean, Mr. Dean

||○|αgє|○|| 17
||○|∂αтє σƒ вιятн|○|| 17 August
|•| Place of Birth |•| New York City, NY
|•| Grade |•| Junior

||○|gєη∂єя|○|| Male
|•| Sexuality |•| Straight
|•| Status |•|
❝Aɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ Oɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜs Oɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ Nᴏ sʜɪʀᴛ, ɴᴏ ʙʟᴏᴜsᴇ Jᴜsᴛ ᴜs...❞

Single (view spoiler)[James isn’t opposed to relationships, but he’s yet to meet anyone he feels the perfect connection to. He sees no point in dating a person unless that feeling is there. Only ones has he gotten the slightest bit of that feeling from someone, but it wasn’t anything more than that-- along with a strong physical attraction. But, due to leaving at the beginning of the previous summer, there was no time to allow the feeling to build.

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|•| Hair |•| Dirty blonde
|•| Eyes |•| Blue
|•| Weight |•| 150lbs
|•| Height |•| 6’ 0”
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|•| Distinguished Markings |•| N/A (May change)
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❝Wʜᴇɴ I ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ I’ᴍ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ, sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ❞



James is what most would call an old fashioned gentleman, never one to stir up trouble where it’s not needed. He holds loyalty above anything else; it’s hard to gain his trust, but once it’s earned it’s just as hard to be lost. But don’t try to push him, or anyone he cares about, in any way. James isn’t outwardly angry when pushed passed his limits, but more of a quiet and calculating type of angry. When it comes to women, he treats them with the utmost respect and sees them as more than just bodies to get into bed with like most of the guys his age. Always the protective one, he can come across as a bit overbearing when he wants to make sure a loved one is alright but it’s always with good intentions.

(view spoiler)[He has an intense fear of never being good enough; he feels that failure will be the very end of him. It’s not a fear that he puts on display for anyone, but if he thinks he’s done one little thing wrong he’ll become obsessive with fixing it. In general James sometimes comes across as a bit obsessive with anything he puts his attention to, outside of people that is. When he falls into this state of obsession, James can lose touch with reality and forget all about any other responsibility he might have. If you know him well enough, it’s easy enough to bring him out of this but otherwise it has to play out on its own. (hide spoiler)]

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❝Aʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sʜᴇʟʟs, ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs I'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ I ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ I ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ❞



James comes from a family built on old money, several closeted skeletons, and a history wrapped in secrets and lies. As the youngest and only son of his family with a older sister that always seems to find trouble, much of the family responsibility has been put upon his shoulders from a young age. When he was at the right age to begin school, he was quickly enrolled into the most prestigious private school New York had to offer. And he hated it. But with his parents keeping heir ever watchful eyes upon him, James was quick to make friends and adjust to his surroundings. He became one of the most well known in his class (well, among the school really) for his old fashioned ways: the way he talked, the way he dressed, and simply the way he carried himself.

Over the years, James built an image for himself that could almost be compared to those in the movie/musical Grease. He thought himself born in the wrong time, but still he lived a relatively happy life. His home life, however, wasn’t always the very best. The Cartwright adults often fought over the smallest things, many threats of divorce thrown around even though they both loved each other more than anything in this world. It all hit James rather hard-- especially since he didn’t have his sister, who had been shipped away to boarding school at twelve, to be there for him. And at the age of nine is when he met Aurora. They had a friendship that couldn’t really be described in words, and only seemed to grow closer as the years continued on.

Near the end of their sophomore year, when Aurora asked him to do the biggest favour that had ever been asked of him, he quickly agreed. It was a secret between them, more to protect James from Aurora’s older brother than anything, but also to protect their privacy. Not too long after, at the beginning of the summer, James disappeared from NYC with nothing but a note left on Aurora’s doorstep and no word to anyone else. But now that the summer and half the school year is over, James has come back just as mysteriously as he left with no intentions of revealing his whereabouts.

(view spoiler)[At the beginning of the summer, James’s parents sent him to California in hopes of enrolling him into a boarding school-- as they did with his sister. His obsessive compulsive behaviour was starting to get out of hand and they thought that it may help him. But all it did was make the whole situation worse. James tried his best to adjust to the new surroundings, but with everything being so unfamiliar it only sent him in a downward spiral. What he needed most was to have his best friend, Aurora, by his side. When it was confirmed by his therapist that he had been doing much better back in New York, his parents finally agreed to bring him back home. No one knows about any of this, not even Aurora herself. And if he can help it, James will make sure no one ever does.

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♠ Father - James Cartwright, Jr.
/ Deep thinker • Benevolent • Easy going/



♠ Mother - Tonya Cartwright
/ Strict • Intelligent • Distant/



♠ Sister (older) - Amelia Cartwright
/ Flirty • Quick tempered • Selfish/



|•| Likes |•|
♦ Vintage cars
♦ Old movies
♦ Chocolate sprinkles on caramel ice cream
♦ The scent of cinnamon
♦ Anything creative (art, music, poetry, etc.)
♦ The colour blue
|•| Dislikes |•|
♣ Expectations
♣ Doing something wrong
♣ Being unsatisfied in any way
♣ Judgment
♣ The colour purple
♣ Pigeons

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♠ Rumoured to be related to James Dean (view spoiler)[He’ll never give a person a straight answer is they ask, and only one person outside of his family (Aurora) actually knows the real answer. But he is, in fact, related to James Dean on his mother’s side. (hide spoiler)]
♠ Owns a perfect replica of James Dean’s car, Little Bastard.
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♠ Attends therapy twice a week, more so if he’s entered his obsessive state.
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||○|ƒυℓℓ ηαмє|○|| Aurora Lewis
|•| Meaning |•| (view spoiler)[It is of Latin origin, and the meaning of Aurora is "dawn". Mythology: Aurora was the Roman goddess of sunrise. Used by 19th-century poets such as Byron and Browning. In some versions of the fairy tale "Sleeping Beauty", the princess's name is Aurora. Also used today as a learned equivalent of Dawn. (hide spoiler)]
|•| Nickname |•| Princess, Rory, Nightingale

||○|αgє|○|| 16
||○|∂αтє σƒ вιятн|○|| 17 November
|•| Place of Birth |•| New York City, New York
|•| Grade |•| Junior

||○|gєη∂єя|○|| Female
|•| Sexuality |•| Demisexual
|•| Status |•| Single

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|•| Hair |•| Naturally a brunette, but currently hair is dyed a natural looking red.
|•| Eyes |•| Hazel
|•| Weight |•| 112lbs
|•| Height |•| 5’ 4”
|•| Body Type |•| She has what most would call a dancer’s build; slim, petite frame with well defined arms and legs.
| •| Distinguished Markings |•| Piercings in her right and left ear.
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❝vιѕe нαɴdѕ, looѕeɴ υp тнe reιɴѕ
тнαт тιɢнт ɢrαѕp woɴ’т ѕαve yoυ αɴy pαιɴ❞

If sunshine had a personality, that would be Aurora. She’s nothing short of being bright, warm, and simply joyful. During any type of situation, she will always try her best to keep a positive outlook on life. She’s had her hard times, she’s had her moments of being pushed to the very brink of her own emotional stability, but still she would pull herself up and keep moving forward. Most can never understand how she can be so happy, but it comes natural for her. Which isn’t to say this is the only emotion she possesses, oh no. She is human after all. But which side of herself she chooses to show is simply that: her choice. To the general public, she will forever be the rosy cheeked, bubbly and smiley girl she wishes to portray herself.

(view spoiler)[It’s in the dead of the night, her only witness the moon or the millions of stars above, that she’ll reveal a darker side of herself. The hopelessness she feels deep within her; the desire to run away from the life she leads and start anew somewhere people haven’t a clue who she is. Her mind is a dark and dangerous place to explore, but should one be brave enough to join her on the journey-- Well, let’s just say they’re one lucky soul.

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❝тнe world cαrrιeѕ oɴ wιтнoυт yoυ вυт ɴoтнιɴɢ reмαιɴѕ тнe ѕαмe❞

“And on that day, it was as if the world became so much brighter.” This is something Aurora’s mother always said when speaking on the girl’s birth. Born into a family built on old southern money, hard work, and dreams bigger than anyone could imagine one would say Aurora had a rather nice upbringing. Her mother and father had married young, having her older brother when they were only eighteen. Even still, her father went on to college to gain his business agree and later culinary school so he’d be able to take over the family business. Aurora’s mother? Well, if you look through any fashion magazine you’ll be sure to find her name with numerous pictures. Aurora was brought into this life while her parents were at the peak of their careers. She grew up having a close relationship with both her parents and her brother, and several years later when her sister came along she expected the same.

But as the youngest Lewis child continued to grow, it was quite obvious that she was far different from the rest. She would often lock herself in her room for hours at a time, even refusing to leave when Aurora would offer to take her anywhere she pleased. No one thought much about it; they all felt it was the youngest’s way of finding her way in the world. It wasn’t until they received a call from her school on that life changing day that they began to regret their actions towards her; that they began to question “what if” over and over again

At the age of ten, Phoebe Lewis left this world by her own doing. To say the family was a wreck was clearly an understatement, but it was obvious to all that the tragedy hit Aurora the hardest. As her older sister, she felt it had been her duty to know what was wrong at all times-- and yet she had failed in her own eyes. But for the sake of her family, she put on a glossy smile and tried her best to hold it all together. At the cost of her own self.

(view spoiler)[ She isn’t one to openly speak about her sister for fear of falling into a place she wishes to never enter. Maybe in passing Aurora will mention a little tidbit about her lost sister, but never will she go into detail. Due to the loss, Aurora has a habit of holding onto people a bit too tightly. She never wants to go through the grief of losing another loved one, though she knows no one lives forever. Though she cares for and loves everyone close to her, she also finds it very hard to trust that they won’t leave her in any way. But once again, don’t be surprised if she keeps this to herself. It is simply a part of life that she knows she must endure at one point or another, but does that mean she’ll accept it? Never.

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♠ Father - Jason Lewis
/ Dreamer • Generous • Joyful /



♠ Mother - Lacey Marie Lewis
/ Outgoing • Creative • Doting /



♠ Brother (older) - Caleb Lewis
/ Adventurous • Protective • Ambitious /



♠ Sister (younger) - Phoebe Lewis
/ Quiet • Shy • Deep thinker /



|•| Likes |•|

♦ Art ( she prefers the use of water colours, pastels, and found items)
♦ Morning dew on flower petals
♦ Dancing in public places ( even without music )
♦ Social events
♦ Aquariums ( She has a habit of naming the fish )
♦ The scent before and after, and dancing in a rain storm
♦ Late night conversations
♦ Challenges

|•| Dislikes |•|

♣ Constrictions of any kind ( tight clothing, strict rules, deadlines, etc. )
♣ Insects of any kind ( this excludes butterflies however)
♣ Cruel/cold hearted people
♣ The scent of onions.
♣ Being told not to or that she can't do something.

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♠ Has a fear of heights (She wants to conquer the fear but loathes asking for help)
♠ Carries around a picture of her sister everywhere she goes (she has several wallets containing at least one picture)
♠ Likes to shop in thrift shops and has a bit of a vintage style
♠ Her favourite colour is red.
♠ Usually gets around on a purple vespa
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((omfg ur template is perfection. I can't even deal. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 ))

(( thank you, bbg! took forever for me to finally be satisfied with it I swear. <3 <3 <3 <3 ))

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(( Pish posh, yours is beyond gorgeous :* I think I've been messing with this one for...maybe two or three weeks? I kind of combined two and came up with this lol. But thank you! I'm a bit of neat freak with it lmao ))

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~ƛƝƠƬӇЄƦ ♣ ѴĪѴΛĿDĪ ♠ ƇƦЄƛƬƖƠƝ~
(view spoiler)[Tʜɪs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ɪs ᴀ ♣ ѴĪѴΛĿDĪ ♠ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. Tʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ I·ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴛᴏss ʏᴏᴜ ᴏғғ ᴀ ᴄʟɪғғ. Nᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ﹙ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ﹚. Nᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴏʀ ɢɪғs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇss sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ϙᴜᴏᴛᴇs ᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ.
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       ❝lyrics❞ | Zodiac symbol

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       { Gender || Orientation || Status}

     { Age || DOB || POB || TOB || Grade/Occupation/Species }

   { Zodiac || Flower || Stone || Social Class }

☽| ○ | Mirror Mirror | ○ |☾

       ❝Lyrics❞

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       ❝lyrics❞

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               || Positive || Positive || Positive ||
                   ||Negative || Negative || Negative ||

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☽| ○ | Fairy Tale | ○ |☾

     ❝lyrics❞

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∟Father: Name (alive/deceased) - Love:
∟Mother: Name (alive/deceased) - Love:
∟Sibling: Name (alive/deceased) - Love:

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∟TBA

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~ƛƝƠƬӇЄƦ ♣ ѴĪѴΛĿDĪ ♠ ƇƦЄƛƬƖƠƝ~
(view spoiler)[Tʜɪs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ɪs ᴀ ♣ ѴĪѴΛĿDĪ ♠ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. Tʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ I·ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴛᴏss ʏᴏᴜ ᴏғғ ᴀ ᴄʟɪғғ. Nᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ﹙ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ﹚. Nᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴏʀ ɢɪғs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇss sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ϙᴜᴏᴛᴇs ᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ.
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 ❝Never thought that I would feel like this❞ | ♏

☽| ○ | Ember Yong | ○ |☾

       || Em || Hummingbird || Emmy ||

Etymology:
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• Yong: From Chinese 勇 "brave" or 永 "perpetual". It also means "brave" in Korean. (hide spoiler)]

           { Female || Panromantic Bisexual || Single }

     { 17 || 12 December || Seattle, Washington || 3:45pm || Senior }

 { Sagittarius || Narcissus || Zircon || Upper Middle Class }

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           ❝Such a mess when I'm in your presence. ❞

Face Claim: A Yeon

 { Dark Brown || Jet Black || 5ft 4in || 110lbs|| Markings || Clothing }

Ember is what most would see as a very petite girl, standing at only five feet four inches and coming in at one hundred-ten pounds. Though she is quite small, that however does not take away from the noticeable curves that generally makes her stand out among the women of her family. Also, after going through years of dance and gymnastics training Ember’s muscles are quite defined and pronounced; her legs and arms are the most obvious considering her clothing choices generally leave them revealed. With jet black hair that cascades down to the middle of her back and is often worn up in a high ponytail, dark brown eyes that often leave small notes about the inner workings of her soul, and full lips frequently stained red Ember is in fact a beautiful young woman. And she carries herself with the confidence that accompanies such knowledge. Nevermind the not so rare moments when her head is hung low, finding it hard to meet anyone around her in the eye. Or her shoulders are hunched forward to make herself smaller-- always in hopes that maybe she’ll disappear. A smile though it never seems to reach her eyes is always seen tracing her features, projecting a warmth that can’t be duplicated by any form of clothing or heating system. When she walks, there’s a slight bounce in each step she takes; perpetually dancing through life to the beat of her own-- well, her own drumming. It’s not unusual to find a pair of drumsticks in the girl’s hands, tap tap tapping a beat against her thigh; books; lockers-- anything to silence the rampaging thoughts in her mind.

☽| ○ | Persona | ○ |☾

   ❝I've had enough, I think you've been making me sick❞

               || Expressive || Light Hearted || Intelligent ||
                   ||Secretive || Insecure || Self Loathing ||

|| Strengths ||
☑ School: AP Chemistry; History; AP Mathematics; AP English ☑ Music: Drums; Violin; Cello ☑ Social interaction ☑ Photographic memory ☑ Compassion/Empathy
|| Weaknesses ||
☒ Insecurities (Appearance; intelligence) ☒ Learning languages ☒ Opening up to others ☒ Growing attached far too quickly ☒ Letting others determine her worth

|| Likes ||
☑ Movies: Horror; Musicals; Action/Drama; Comedies ☑ Music: Korean (Pop;Hip-Hop/Rap;Rock); Western: (Hip-hop/Rap;Rock); Classical ☑ Dance: Kpop covers; Contemporary; Hip-hop ☑ Caffeine and lots of it ☑ Long conversations about deep topics ☑ Fairy tales and fantasy
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☒ Shallow people ☒ Judgmental stares from her peers ☒ Insipid conversation with little to no meaning ☒ Having nothing to keep her busy ☒ Being left alone for long periods of time ☒ Feeling like she’s trapped in her mother’s shadow

         ☽| ○ | Fairy Tale | ○ |☾

           ❝Gotta get you out of my system. ❞

❝I read your soul in your eyes...and I fell…❞

It’s simple enough to begin Ember’s story from the day she was born; afternoon light streaming in through the windows of Seattle’s best hospital. One could speak about the very beginning-- the meeting of her parents, her mother a freshman majoring in English and her father a sophomore majoring in film at NYU. All of it would inevitably reach the same conclusion; the same ending and beginnings to the rest of Ember’s life. But ultimately it would all be about a girl that is no longer here. A girl that long since faded away, replaced by the one that stands before you now. No-- that girl’s story begins somewhere else.

And his name was Ethan…

❝Your anguished heart sang out to mine with the sweetest melody, I couldn’t deny.❞

Ember met Ethan only on her second day of even living in New York. She was eight at the time, her parents having rushed to get her into school with it already being two months into the new year. Pulled into a class filled with unfamiliar faces, she actually thrived off of the attention; excitedly introducing herself, taking her seat as she was instructed-- and instantly being distracted by the boy that sat beside her. Ah, even then Ethan had her head swimming and her heart beating faster.

❝I claimed you the day you walked through that door. You’re mine…❞

It’s the usual tale of two individuals growing and becoming best friends, only to find themselves developing feelings for each other over time. Ember put all her heart and soul into everything she did as she grew older, trying her best to earn that proud smile Ethan always gave when she did something worthy. But there were those times when the look in his eyes would darken; his anger would rise and consequently he would take it out on her in any way possible. When Ember was fourteen, she quit competing in gymnastics because “Ethan said” they wouldn’t have enough time to be together. She joined the same clubs as he did upon entering high school because “Ethan said” it would strengthen their relationship. “Ethan said”... “Ethan said”... Everything was what “Ethan said” and if it wasn’t-- Well, the bruises hidden behind makeup and long sleeved shirts were the best clues.

❝No one else will ever love you as much as I do.❞

Two years. That was how long the relationship, and the undisclosed abuse, lasted before Ember finally spoke up. It took much convincing not only from her parents, but her cousin, aunt and uncle, and friends as well before she finally broke things off with Ethan. Which had it’s own consequences which she’ll never speak of to anyone outside of her family. The whole ordeal changed her; more smile were forced than they ever had been, Ember began spending even more time with her cousins--Damien especially--than ever before. Music and dancing became her escape; from the world, from her thoughts, and from her memories. She is who she is because of that one boy. The beginning and the end of it all. And there’s no telling when she’ll ever return to the girl she once was…

❝I give up...You broke me… You win...❞

|| Connections ||
∟Father: Charlie Yong (41; alive) - Love: 9/10
∟Mother: Octavia Yong (39; alive) - Love: 9/10
∟Cousin: Damien Caine (17; alive) - Love: 10/10
∟Cousin: Luke Caine (19; alive) - Love: 10/10

|| Misc. ||
∟Generally gets around by walking, taxi, or catching a ride with one of her cousins.
∟She has a popular YouTube channel where she makes song and dance covers, as well as original songs and choreography (Most of the covers are Kpop, but she does do Western songs and dances as well).
∟Gave up competitive gymnastics when she was fourteen, but still continues training for fun as well as exercise. She started competing at the age of eight, gaining a plethora of medals for each standing along the way.
∟Her most prized possession is a drumstick she was lucky enough to catch and even luckier to have signed at one of her favourite band’s concerts.
∟Owns three large collections: Headphones, shoes, and snapbacks.

Ember is done!

i was about to approve this but then I was like wait ur a mod. it's already approved. She looks great <3

tbh I forgot for a second that I was a mod while making her and thought "I can't wait to have her approved. Thank you, hun! <3

~ƛƝƠƬӇЄƦ ♣ ѴĪѴΛĿDĪ ♠ ƇƦЄƛƬƖƠƝ~
(view spoiler)[Tʜɪs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ɪs ᴀ ♣ ѴĪѴΛĿDĪ ♠ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. Tʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ I·ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴛᴏss ʏᴏᴜ ᴏғғ ᴀ ᴄʟɪғғ. Nᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ﹙ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ﹚. Nᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴏʀ ɢɪғs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇss sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ϙᴜᴏᴛᴇs ᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ.
ᴛʟ;ᴅʀ﹕ Nᴏ sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs. (hide spoiler)]

           ❝We don't belong here.❞ | ♓

☽| ○ | Damien Caine | ○ |☾

                 || D.C || Caine || Spazz ||

Etymology:
(view spoiler)[• Damien: From the Greek name Damianos which was derived from Greek δαμαω (damao) "to tame".
• Caine: Variant of Kane; Anglicized form of CATHÁN; Derived from Gaelic cath "battle" combined with a diminutive suffix. (hide spoiler)]

{ Male || Demiromantic Pansexual || Single - Crushing }

            { 17 || 01 March || Atlanta, Georgia || 12:33am || Senior }

☽| ○ | Mirror Mirror | ○ |☾

     ❝In a way we are all connected, threaded together.❞

Face Claim: Kim Jiwon/Bobby

|| Eye Colour || Dark brown
|| Hair Colour || Dyed jet black;
|| Height || 5ft 9in
|| Weight || 141lbs
|| Scars/Body Modifications || A tattoo starting from his right shoulder and covering part of his chest as well as part of his upper arm.

☽| ○ | Persona | ○ |☾

     ❝In a way we are all suspended, bound going nowhere.❞

                 || Standoffish || Creative || Flirtatious || Protective ||

If you were to ask Damien himself, he’d more than likely tell you there are no words that can truly describe him. He is simply Damien and nothing else. He’s a rather outgoing kind of person; he enjoys hanging around with people, going to parties, spending time in clubs and going to concerts. Meeting new people (and flirting with just about anyone that passes him by) is one of his top pastimes, and he’ll never turn down the chance to acquire a new ‘conquest. This is only typical Damien however; one side of him that most will see on a daily basis whether he be walking through the school halls or up on stage with his band. If one were to take the time to really get to know him, they’ll call it what it really is: an act; a facade to get him through the day. But, like with most, there is another side.

Damien has a habit of becoming lost in his own thoughts, withdrawing from everything and everyone around him for that brief period of time. Maybe he’s working on a new song, or simply taking a moment to himself to just-- think. That’s all he really seems to do when he’s alone. It isn’t uncommon for Damien to keep to himself for however long he thinks is necessary; pondering over his thoughts in silence, and not even giving the smallest of hints as to what’s going on in his head. And though he can be rather outgoing in most social settings, he’s not one of those happy-go-lucky walking on sunshine types. If you get a smile out of him? Count yourself lucky. A smirk? Sure. A scowl? Perhaps. A blank, unreadable expression? Most likely. But if you can cause those lips of his to turn upwards for even the briefest moment, you’ve snagged a loyal friend for life.

|| Likes ||
☑ Music (Pierce the Veil, Hands Like Houses, The Neighbourhood, Justin Timberlake, MGK, and a few Korean underground rappers are his top favourites.) ☑ The way the sky looks just before the sunrise/sunset ☑ Reading (Poetry mostly) ☑ Video games ☑ Chocolate Black Devil cigarettes (He has them imported)
|| Dislikes ||
☒ Bugs ☒ His stuff being out of order ☒ Strict rules ☒ The scent of freshly cut grass (irritates his allergies) ☒ The glasses he never wears

☽| ○ | Fairy Tale | ○ |☾

         ❝We are the sleeping sickness, the dancing dreams, we don't belong here.❞

Damien was born into a wealthy and well known family in the very heart of Atlanta, Georgia. His father was the CEO of one of the top clothing companies in the country (the youngest to hold the title within their family); his mother, a former Broadway actress and current star of her own sitcom; his older brother, an up and coming actor in his own right. When he was young, none of this really mattered all that much to Damien. He had a rather happy upbringing, always having been close to not only his parents but his older brother as well. In school, he was what most would call the shy kid. He kept to himself for the first several years of his schooling, never making any real friends and being rather content with it.

However, once entering into his years of middle school- there seemed to be a bit of a change in Damien. He grew to be far more awkward and shy than he’d previously been, finding himself stumbling not only his feet but his words as well in most social interactions. And it only increased when he got his first crush at the age of twelve. Though it wasn’t as if he had never looked at other girls in a manner beyond friendship, this was in fact the first time he possessed such strong feelings. He did his best to keep these feelings to himself, however, only ever telling a close friend he had at the time. And regretting it only several months later when during an argument, said friend blurted the secret in front of the entire class. And Damien had never felt more mortified, seeing the expression of utter distaste and rejection on the object of his affections’ face. That was the very first time Damien ever retreated from the rest of the world.

At the age of fourteen, Damien’s father decided to move the entire family to New York where he planned on expanding his company. His mother and brother were all for it but-- Damien had his hesitations. Though he had had his fair share of embarrassing and horrendous moments since the ‘incident’, Atlanta was his home; the place where everything and everyone he loved resided. It was a difficult decision for him to process. That is-- it was until one realisation came to him: Finally he’d be able to shape himself into a brand new person. With that in mind, Damien felt as if he was leaving very little behind in Atlanta, and immediately as they set off for the move he began creating design after design of the new person he would be. It was a fresh start for him; something he knew he truly needed.

(view spoiler)[Damien formed a band when he was fifteen with four of his friends; he plays lead guitar as well as sings lead vocals. He has no real plans to go any further than playing in dive bars and at friends’ parties for now, but music is truly the love of his life. In his mind it saved him from not only the monotony of the world but-- his own self destructive thoughts. Not long after he began the band, Damien slowly began to lose himself; drinking himself into a stupor at every party, trying anything and everything that made him feel alive, and sleeping around with anyone he could get his hands on. He doesn’t talk about this with anyone, and he prays that none of his family ever finds out. Not because of the consequences, but he would never want to break their hearts by thinking their intelligent, musically gifted Damien could ever do such vile things. (hide spoiler)]

|| Connections ||
∟Father: Phillip Caine (48; alive) - Love: 10/10
∟Mother: Erika Caine (46; alive) - Love: 10/10
∟Brother: Luke Caine (19; alive) - Love: 10/10

|| Misc. ||
∟He drives a matte black Nissan GT-R and a matte black motorcyle.
∟He has two three month old huskies named Hades and Persephone.
∟He chain smokes and goes on a candy binge when he’s stressed out.

( Under Construction )

~ƛƝƠƬӇЄƦ ♣ ѴĪѴΛĿDĪ ♠ ƇƦЄƛƬƖƠƝ~
(view spoiler)[Tʜɪs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ɪs ᴀ ♣ ѴĪѴΛĿDĪ ♠ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. Tʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ I·ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴛᴏss ʏᴏᴜ ᴏғғ ᴀ ᴄʟɪғғ. Nᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ﹙ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ﹚. Nᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴏʀ ɢɪғs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇss sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ϙᴜᴏᴛᴇs ᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ.
ᴛʟ;ᴅʀ﹕ Nᴏ sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs. (hide spoiler)]

 ❝lyrics❞ | Symbol

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☽| ○ | Michael Cooper Davis | ○ |☾

       || Coop || Cooper || Davis ||

Etymology:
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• Michael:
• Cooper:
• Davis: (hide spoiler)]

           { Male || Demiromantic Heterosexual || Single }

     { 18 || 13 April || NYC, New York || 4:53pm || Senior }

 { Aries || Daisy || Diamond || Middle Class }

☽| ○ | Mirror Mirror | ○ |☾

           ❝lyrics❞

Face Claim: Dylan O’Brien

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 { Honey Brown || hair || 5’11” || 152lbs || Markings || Clothing }

( Construction Site )

☽| ○ | Persona | ○ |☾

   ❝lyrics❞

             || Sarcastic || Loyal || Outgoing ||

                   ||Insecure || Self Destructive || Reckless ||

|| Strengths ||
☑ School: English (Especially writing creatively); Chemistry (AP); Mathematics ☑ Sports: Track; Soccer ☑ Public speaking ☑ Relieving the stress of others ☑ Flirting
|| Weaknesses ||
☒ Openly discussing his feelings ☒ Romantic relationships ☒ Developing strong, lasting connections with others ☒ Easily annoyed/frustrated/agitated ☒ His father

|| Likes ||
☑ Writing (poetry/short stories) ☑ Pulling pranks anywhere and on anyone. ☑ Music: Rock; Indie; Oldies ☑ Autumn ☑ Spending time in art galleries ☑ Goofing off
|| Dislikes ||
☒ Strict rules/discipline ☒ Being compared to his cousin ☒ Small, closed off spaces ☒ Being reminded to take his medication/asked if he’s taken his medication ☒ Therapy sessions ☒ Studying

         ☽| ○ | Fairy Tale | ○ |☾

           ❝lyrics. ❞

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( Construction Site )

|| Connections ||
∟Father: Michael Alexander Davis (49; alive) - Love: 2/10
∟Mother: Tasha Cartwright (45; alive) - Love: 10/10
∟Cousin: James Cartwright (17; alive) - Love: 7/10
∟Best Friend: Cassandra Todd (17; alive) - Love: 10/10

|| Misc. ||
∟TBA