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Prim and Proper♡
a template made by Ariel ; literaryluhan©♡
disclaimer: this template is inspired mostly by this playlist, but also the females that know they’re the best. this template is hereby dubbed “Prim and Proper” in honor of those ladies that dig their heels into the cement, spit on their haters, and never fail to amaze.
warning: this template or character may not be taken without asking permission of myself, and myself only. This character is my personal creation and this template was many hours of hard work on my part, so this template or character may not be redistributed. This template was specially made for female characters, and female characters only. If wishing to use any part of this character (or crediting as inspiration), please ask for explicit permission, as this character is my creation. If wishing to credit me for inspiration for your own template, feel free to credit as inspiration, as long as you do not take any part of this template, in which case you would have to ask permission from myself. I do not own any of these girl groups. Their songs were simply used as inspiration. Please keep this credit at the top of every post.
❝I’m open to a lot of reading material, but don’t thrust Japanese comics on me. You wouldn’t believe my obsession even if you saw it yourself.❞
Juliet ♡ Isabel ♡ Worthington
♡The name of Juliet is an Anglicized form of Juliette or Giulietta. This spelling was first used by Shakespeare for the lover of Romeo in his play “Romeo and Juliet” (1596).
♡The name of Isabel is a Medieval Occitan form of Elizabeth. Becoming common along royal bloodlines, it spread throughout Spain, Portugal, and France by the 12th century. After Isabella of Angoulême married the English king John, the name grew popular in England in the 13th century, and it grew even more popular when Isabella of France married Edward II in the following century. The spelling of this name was born by two Spanish ruling queens, including Isabel of Castile, who sponsored the explorations of Christopher Columbus.
♡The surname of Worthington is of Anglo-Saxon origin, and is a locational name from any of the places so called; in Lancashire, recorded as "Worthinton", in the Curia Rolls of 1210, and in Leicestershire, which appeared as "Werditone" in the Domesday Book of 1086. The derivation for both places is the same, that is, from the Olde English pre 7th Century byname "Wureth", Worthy, or "worthign", a derivative of "worth", enclosure, and the Olde English "-tun", settlement. During the Middle Ages, when migration for the purpose of job-seeking was becoming more common, people often used their former village name as a means of identification, resulting in a wide dispersal of the name. The surname is first recorded in the late 12th Century (see below), while other early examples include William de Wurthington, recorded in the Assize Court Rolls of Lancashire in 1246, and John Worthyngton, mentioned in the "Calendar of Inquisitiones Post Mortem" of Nottinghamshire in 1439. Agnes, daughter of Hugh Worthington, was christened on April 16th 1560, at Wilmslow, Cheshire. A Coat of Arms granted to a family of the name depicts on a silver shield three black dungforks.
“Darjeeling” ♡♡♡♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
❝Well, you see, my favorite kind of tea is Darjeeling, so my mother started calling me Darjeeling instead of “darling”. Word play, I remember she was terribly fond of that.❞
Female ↳ xx chromosome
Heterosexual ↳ single
21 ↳ August 30
Virgo ↳ Sheep | Peridot | Gladiolus/Poppy
Seoul, South Korea ↳ 9:29 pm | Korean
Face claim ♡Kwon Sohyun♡
(view spoiler)
Hazel, dark brown, black ♡ shoulder length ♡ naturally very wavy
Brown ♡ 5’3 ♡ 99 lbs.
Freckles ✗
Tattoos ✗
Scars ✓
↳a long, jagged line ↳ the inside of her right arm
Glasses ✗
Other ✗
Juliet appreciates comfort, in whatever form it may come in, so it only makes sense that all of her clothing is silky-soft and comfortable. Juliet doesn’t very much like any kind of cloth touching her legs below the knee, so she like shorts and skirts, as long as it has some kind of pattern on it. Juliet does not like vests, but she will wear any style of shirt as long as it’s comfortable and soft. Flats are her favorite kind of footwear, because they’re light and airy, just like she considers herself to be.
Did you say your hair was bothering you because it was tickling your shoulders? Juliet Isabel Worthington doesn’t have that problem! She has a very simple morning routine, especially when it concerns her appearance. Her favorite hair style is a bun on top of her head, and neatly arranged (usually dyed) bangs covering most of her forehead. Her makeup consists of the “natural” look, so very minimum amount of makeup most of the time. Her style never changes, but she’ll fancy it up if the need arises.
❝I know a lot of languages so that if I’m ever trapped in a dungeon somewhere in Transylvania with three men in black suits questioning me, I can whip out some Mandarin or Russian and get myself out.❞
disclaimer: this template is inspired mostly by this playlist, but also the females that know they’re the best. this template is hereby dubbed “Prim and Proper” in honor of those ladies that dig their heels into the cement, spit on their haters, and never fail to amaze.warning: this template or character may not be taken without asking permission of myself, and myself only. This character is my personal creation and this template was many hours of hard work on my part, so this template or character may not be redistributed. This template was specially made for male characters, and male characters only. If wishing to use any part of this character (or crediting as inspiration), please ask for explicit permission, as this character is my creation. If wishing to credit me for inspiration for your own template, feel free to credit as inspiration, as long as you do not take any part of this template, in which case you would have to ask permission from myself. I do not own any of these girl groups. Their songs were simply used as inspiration. Please keep this credit at the top of every post.
❝Getting to know someone is like a pumpkin: the outside seems thin and you think you know a person just by their appearance, but there can be more to one human on the inside than you can never imagine.❞
Juliet is usually a very positive person, with a radiance nearly as bright as the sun. Back in Seoul, her dance partner used to say that her presence would bright up any room, and that every time she smiled, a puppy was born. There isn’t much to tell about Juliet, since she claims she’s an open book, closed to absolutely nobody. She pours whatever emotions she has into her dancing, and her rapping is always about either happiness or love. She considers dancing to be her main escape, and the practice room acts like her second home. She’ll dance in any style, but she claims she’s best at either ballet or pop. Juliet is an extremely stubborn woman, and she knows this, but she won’t budge from a decision once she’s made up her mind, no matter how bad or stupid her decision is. She won’t outright admit it, but under all of her tea facts, her dancing, and her stubborn, radiating smile, there is a box of sadness in the pit of her stomach. This box is never opened, and Juliet has long lost the key, but she worries about her negative feelings, no matter how minimal they might be.
Sometimes, Juliet is too happy, and she’ll become as perky as a freshman cheerleader if no one shuts her up. Juliet also forgets to breathe when she gets excited about a certain subject, and if no one stops her from talking or tells her to breathe, her mouth will only stop moving when she faints from lack of oxygen. Her stubbornness has caused many a fight between her and her dance partner, so she tries to keep her mind open to any suggestions, but, in the end, she’ll only take her way or no way. Juliet believes that happiness and love should be spread around the world and she does take every opportunity that comes along to spread her personal philosophy, but she’s always found herself surrounded by damp people who ruin her fun, so she’s looking forward to finding new people to spend time with and share happiness and love.
As much as Juliet is stubborn, she is active. She can’t sit still for more than 5 minutes, which is why you can often find her doing cartwheels, handstands, and pretty intense stretching anywhere with a green space. Trying to keep up with her is like trying to keep up with a 5-year old, and most people just sit down and watch her as she runs, jumps, and sprints in circles. Juliet can become very much like a 5-year old at times, tantrums and all, but you would have to had known her for a long time to be able to calm her down (hint: give her Darjeeling tea, some manga, and some apples, she’ll be fine).
Childish and radiant Juliet has one more layer to cover. At times, she can become the graceful 21-year old that she wishes to be all the time, but she knows when to keep her mouth shut and how to act at least a bit respectful. After any formal event, Juliet’s off to the practice room to let out all of her pent emotions. Juliet has been able to drink alcohol for a few months now, but after one particular incident involving her dance partner and a highway, she’s learned that drinking isn’t something she wants to keep doing on a regular basis.
Paranoia
♡Alektorophobia ; fear of chickens
♡Arsonphobia ; fear of fire
♡Coimetrophobia ; fear of cemeteries
Likes
♡Tea (specifically Darjeeling)
♡Dancing
♡Colored drinks
♡The color pink
♡Green apples
♡Taking selfies
♡The girl group SPICA
♡Rapping
♡Exaggerated lip-syncing to songs
♡Manga (she has quite the collection)
Dislikes
♡Her chubby cheeks
♡Smartphones (she prefers her beloved iPhone)
♡Getting choreography wrong
♡Stumbling over her words
♡Mountain Dew
♡Stiff clothes
♡Cold weather
♡The woods
♡Typing in Korean
♡Low phone charge
Strengths
♡Happy 24/7
♡Knows how to take care of myself
♡Good dancing and social skills
Weaknesses
♡Sensitive to topics that pry into her background
♡Seeing her parents’ headstones
♡New pictures of her biases
disclaimer: this template is inspired mostly by this playlist, but also the females that know they’re the best. this template is hereby dubbed “Prim and Proper” in honor of those ladies that dig their heels into the cement, spit on their haters, and never fail to amaze.warning: this template or character may not be taken without asking permission of myself, and myself only. This character is my personal creation and this template was many hours of hard work on my part, so this template or character may not be redistributed. This template was specially made for male characters, and male characters only. If wishing to use any part of this character (or crediting as inspiration), please ask for explicit permission, as this character is my creation. If wishing to credit me for inspiration for your own template, feel free to credit as inspiration, as long as you do not take any part of this template, in which case you would have to ask permission from myself. I do not own any of these girl groups. Their songs were simply used as inspiration. Please keep this credit at the top of every post.
❝Topics like these always make me super sensitive and prone to sobbing, so I’ll let someone else peek into my background.❞
Come Back Home
3430 words
Family History♡
↳ As young girls, we are taught to cross our legs and crochet. Didn’t you hear? I’m the beginning of the revolution. ↵
Putting the glass of whiskey down onto the table with barely more than a clink, Isabel sat up straighter with a sigh, back aching at the sudden movement. She looked around her room littered with various cooking utensils and other items of no interest to her, a room that she had the audacity to call a kitchen. The buzzing of Sung’s voice in front of her gave her no comfort, and a cold rock seemed to settle in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes fixated on a spider crawling slowly up the wall, seeming to have all the time in the world. How Isabel wished she could have that freedom, even just a taste of it would have been enough to last a lifetime. Her fingers itched to grab the small cutting knife in front of her and fling it at something, anything. That moth-ridden lamp that Sung had insisted on keeping would be the first thing she would aim at, then the spider, then Sung himself.
Speaking of the devil himself, Isabel slowly raised her eyes to meet the top of Sung’s bent head. His mop of black hair that Isabel had once found extremely soothing to run her fingers through was covered in dirt, sweat, and unexplainable pieces of string and pink glitter. His fingers were specked with more glitter and dirt. Markings in the shape of triangles littered the flesh on his arms until they disappeared up his shirt sleeve, where Isabel was sure they continued. Sung’s mouth moved exceedingly fast, and Isabel gave out a small, humorless chuckle as she turned her attention back to her glass. Sung looked up to face Isabel for the first time in the past few hours, and Isabel looked him straight in the face before lowering her eyes again and giving out small, dry laughs. Sung’s bloodshot eyes trained in on Isabel’s glass and his face scrunched up in frustration.
“You don’t drink,” Sung whispered, his voice cracking as it passed through his dry lips.
Isabel laughed again and stroked the handle of the knife in front of her. “This isn’t a kitchen.”
“You really shouldn’t drink-“
“You should be focusing on building a better kitchen,” Isabel stated stubbornly, eyes now flitting over to where the spider now stood still. Her fingertips closed around the handle of the knife and she left her hand there, in the middle of the table. Sung put his eraser down and leaned across the table, elbows digging into the corners of the table. As soon as he took his next breath, Isabel’s grip closed around the knife and her knuckles began to turn white.
“Put the knife down,” Sung whispered, throat becoming dry at the sight of his wife fixed on staring at a point on the kitchen wall and aggressively holding a knife, although her posture suggested a calm demeanor.
“First I can’t drink, then I have to put my knife down, what’s next? I can’t give birth?” Isabel rubbed a hand over her stomach and ran her tongue over her teeth. Sung shook his head at his suddenly transformed wife and sat down with a slight thump. It was no use trying to argue with her, she clearly wasn’t listening.
With an angry huff of air, Sung sat up and stomped past Isabel into his room, pieces of string lagging behind him. Isabel shoved her glass over and threw the knife at the spider, hitting her target. All that was left of the couple’s conversation was a dead spider, a knife in the wall, and the picturesque sight of whiskey dripping off of the table, staining the rough carpet underneath.
A knock on the door woke Sung from his light slumber, and he scrambled to shut the blinds and slip some glasses on as he went to meet the visitor. As he stepped out into the kitchen, Isabel was back in the same position she was in just two weeks before. Sung groggily wondered if she had moved at all in two weeks, then decided against asking her as soon as he saw two men standing by the door, looking very official in black suits. Without a word, the two men walked over to Sung in two large strides, looking straight through Sung with equally disturbing blank expressions.
As one man tapped the light stubble on Sung’s chin, the other came behind him and practically threw skinny Sung over his shoulder as if he weighed no more than a feather. Sung pounded on the man’s back, shouting some nonsense about his wife and his daughter and his home and some safe house. Isabel tuned him out, as she had been doing for the past eight months. Sung was a different man, a changed man. As soon as Isabel told him that she was pregnant, he locked himself up in his room for days at a time. Isabel worried that he didn’t sleep much the first few months, but as soon as she had to get up in the mornings to go out and work her own job and make her own coffee and pay her own money with a stomach the size of three watermelons, she no longer cared what Sung did. She knew he didn’t see anyone, but he kept talking about visions and safe houses and whatnot. Pure fear drove Isabel to start drinking, and the only thing that kept her sane was swatting the large flies that dove in through the kitchen window in the Seoul summer heat.
Ten years later, and Sung hadn’t returned. Not that Isabel cared, since she was worrying about her now ten-year old daughter, Helen. Helen looked like a carbon copy of her father, and every time Isabel saw even a slight change in her daughter’s face (nose angle, eye smiles, etc.), she broke down sobbing, hoping that her daughter’s looks would not drive her to become even more like her father. Helen, of course, tried to ignore the desperate wails of her mother most of the time, and she succeeded for most of her life. Everything was just how the pair wanted it to be.
Until Isabel became very sentimental and emotional one day, and nearly had a nervous breakdown passing by Sung’s room.
As soon as Helen came in through the door, lugging bags of groceries behind her, Isabel grabbed onto her daughter’s shoulders. “I know there’s something in there. Something he didn’t want me to know about, which is why he locked the door. It-it’s a safe house, I think. I know he has blueprints, I know he wanted you to be safe, but I called the police on him. The police came and they took him away ten years ago and I am the reason that you never set eyes on your father once but I pray every night that you will not turn out like him and that you never see him again, no matter how appealing the idea might seem to you. Listen, there are things in his room, potentially dangerous things, and I can’t go in there, but you can. You didn’t have my emotional feelings, I raised you to have none, Helen. Now, you go in there, and you look at what’s in his room, and you keep it all to yourself, you hear? Don’t tell me, don’t tell your husband, don’t breathe a word of any of it to a soul.”
Helen nodded, mouth open a bit in shock at how her mother was acting. Clearly she had not been inside of the room for at least ten years, and didn’t want to know what was in there, but she had raised Helen to be devoid of many emotions, including sentimental attachments.
As Helen shouldered her way into Sung’s room, a whiff of dust greeted her upon arrival and she coughed her way through it, stepping on papers as she crossed into the “war zone”. Papers everywhere, dust covering every available surface, around three compasses all pointing north, and small dolls that brought “voodoo” to Helen’s mind immediately. She picked her way around the room, scattering the disturbing dolls and papers to the side. She squinted at the small compass hanging on the wall behind the messy bed and slowly turned around to face the front of the room, which produced a horrified gasp.
Markings, string, pins in more dolls, knife marks – they all came together to spell the word which Isabel didn’t dare speak out loud, almost like a forbidden word in the small household. Helen had never felt this word as a feeling, and didn’t quite understand its meaning, but she knew that this should never be said to anybody. Ever. Packing up a small map with markings that pointed to somewhere in the countryside and two dolls, Helen made her way out of the room and spent the rest of her life with her mother not breathing a single word.
The whiskey glass was dropped onto the table with quite a loud clink and Helen fingered the chipping paint on her table with a determined look. Her husband, Darell, sat at the other end of the table, head bent and furiously scribbling geometric shapes onto a napkin. Helen’s mind wandered as she watching her fingers stealthily pick her table apart. After Helen reached 19, she had moved across Seoul and met Darell, a short man with an even shorter temper. For some unknown reasons, she had married him, trying to do anything to get away from her overbearing mother and the terrible house that she still resided. She set her lips into a thin line when the images of two dolls she had not thought about for nearly a decade crept into her mind and planted themselves at the root of all of her thoughts. With the same expression painting her face, she looked at the top of Darell’s head with a blank stare.
“Your father was quite an incredible man,” Darell stated suddenly, outlining the shape of a triangle in the center of the napkin.
Helen hummed in response, eyes narrowing at the table.
“I mean, look at all of this work that he did. His mind worked something extraordinary,” Darell continued, oblivious to his wife’s determination to rip the table apart.
“I hate this table.”
“What?”
“I. Hate. This. Table.”
“What, why? That was a wedding gift-“
disclaimer: this template is inspired mostly by this playlist and , but also the females that know they’re the best. this template is hereby dubbed “Prim and Proper” in honor of those ladies that dig their heels into the cement, spit on their haters, and never fail to amaze.warning: this template or character may not be taken without asking permission of myself, and myself only. This character is my personal creation and this template was many hours of hard work on my part, so this template or character may not be redistributed. This template was specially made for male characters, and male characters only. If wishing to use any part of this character (or crediting as inspiration), please ask for explicit permission, as this character is my creation. If wishing to credit me for inspiration for your own template, feel free to credit as inspiration, as long as you do not take any part of this template, in which case you would have to ask permission from myself. I do not own any of these girl groups. Their songs were simply used as inspiration. Please keep this credit at the top of every post.
“We never had a wedding. We had contracts and red candles and health wishes. We didn’t have a wedding,” Helen repeated, gripping the sides of the table with all of her might.
Darell stared at his wife for a moment before returning to his napkin adventures. “Do you want to get rid of the table?”
“No.”
“But I thought you just said-“
“This table is a reminder of my father, and of my misfortunes. It is a reminder of my marriage, and a reminder of my past life. It is a reminder of my mother, and I hate this memory-inducing table, but I need it.”
With that, Helen stood up, radiating exhaustion, and walked out of the house.
The next morning, the table was gone.
Early Childhood♡
↳ Play with your dolls, don’t roll in the mud. ↵
“Cookies?” Jessica piped up from her seat on the kitchen counter.
Helen smiled at her youngest daughter and tapped her nose with the spatula. Jessica, taking this as an obvious yes, jumped off of the counter to take her seat at the dining room table. Helen leaned on the counter, mind flashing back to the table that Jessica currently sat at.
After Helen officially talked Darell into marriage the way that Helen wanted to be married, she found herself carrying her first child. Juliet was going to be some sort of athlete, Helen could feel it. Isabel had come storming through Helen’s front door one rainy morning, shrieking about a foreshadowing dream that she had that Juliet would find something terrible, and she would never forget it. Begging her daughter to stop whatever plans she had to rearrange her house to accommodate the new baby, Isabel was nearly in hysterics. She had these “foreshadowing dreams” often, and they were growing worse every year that Juliet grew older. “She will be doing something, and she will find the safe house,” Isabel had whispered with a shaking voice into the phone at 2 in the morning. Helen yawned her way through that specific lecture and hung up before her mother could start going off about Sung. Helen had never met Sung, and had no wish to do so. He had gone insane, she had gathered that much, and just wanted his family to be safe, but what did that have to do with dolls and maps of the countryside? Helen hadn’t touched that map in years, but thought about it nearly all the time. 12 years after Juliet’s birth, Jessica, Helen’s second child, was born and to take care of both of them shoved the thoughts of Sung and the map out of Helen’s head.
Now, Jessica was three and Juliet was 15. “What are you still doing up?” Helen asked Jessica as she stirred the cookie mixture furiously.
Jessica yawned and nearly fell over on her chair. Juliet giggled and sipped at her tea as she held her sister up and poked her cheek, making her sway to the other side. Darell sauntered into the room and threw Jessica over his shoulder, carrying her away into her room. “And you Darjeeling?”
Juliet rolled her eyes at the nickname and pushed her tea away. “What do you think I’m doing?”
“I’d say you were waiting for cookies, but they’ll be done much later. Go to bed, I’ve got this.”
Juliet stood up and touched her mother’s shoulder gently as she walked by. Helen smiled at the touch and pushed her cookies into the oven. The whirling kitchen, Isabel always called it. Helen put her all into cooking, and was frighteningly devoted to whatever food she was making at the time. Sitting down at the dining table, Helen soon fell into a light sleep, but she wasn’t aware enough of her surroundings any longer.
The smell of sugar burning was enough to finally rouse Helen from her sleep, and as soon as she did, she was greeted by the sight of smoke trying to push its way out of the kitchen windows, and flames licking their way up the walls. Horrified, Juliet desperately tried to swat at the flames, but only ended up burning her hand. Screaming, she rushed to the closet, hoping to awake her sleeping family. A terrified Juliet, Jessica, and Darell stared at her and she pushed them towards the stairs frantically, wanting them out of the burning house as soon as possible. As she descended towards the kitchen, she was met with more smoke and tripped over her shoe which must have fallen off during her run up the stairs. Falling forward, she tried to grab at something, anything. Her last thought was of the map as her head hit the cold tile.
Teenage Years♡
↳ I don’t remember going through a phase, but the only person I’m aspiring to be like is me.
Two weeks out on the streets until Darell found the trio a new apartment. “It’s small, but it’ll do,” Darell had told the girls, ushering them into the cramped space. Jessica and Juliet stood squished together in the small hallway, extremely doubtful of their new home.
Two months after finding the apartment, Juliet met Lindon Wilcox at the same time that she found her love of dancing. The pair instantly became inseparable, as dance partners and as friends. Lindon walked Juliet home from school nearly every day, until 17-year old Juliet was whisked inside her house by her sleep-deprived father, told to pack her bags, and sent away to a boarding school in Shanghai, China.
Juliet was miserable the entire time she was at the boarding school and only went to visit her mother’s grave during school breaks. Her life revolved around studying and improving her increasingly low happiness levels. Juliet had salvaged the map that she had found in the closet in the remnants of the house. She didn’t understand any of it, only that she should keep the map a secret from everyone else. Seven months and a multitude of failed plans later, Juliet finally made her escape out of the boarding school, which included Lindon trying to hold in his laughter (and failing quite miserably) to the sight of Juliet scrambling through a high and narrow window and dangling halfway down a wall, desperately holding onto a makeshift rope made out of fourteen bras.
For Juliet’s eighteenth birthday, Lindon gave her fourteen bras (“because remember that time you ran away from a boarding school in China”) and she punched him in the stomach. They both claim this to be their favorite memory to this day.
For Juliet’s eighteenth birthday, Juliet also made her way to the “safe house” in the middle of the countryside, to explore it herself, hidden under the cloak of night.
The house was old and obviously not used very much, since there was so much dust and so many mice that Juliet stopped counting the number of little squeaks she heard as she felt something run across her feet. Wrapping her arms around her shoulders, she placed her hand on a beam to try and feel around for a light switch. One misstep later, and Juliet was tumbling out of the door, down a hill, and landing face-to-face with a gravestone. Quickly picking herself up, she was out of there in an instant and back to the safe house, where she came face-to-face with an angry man: her father. Sprinting around the beams, she could have avoided him, and began to hide in small corners of the house. Why this house? she kept wondering as he father tried to find her. Did that map honestly only make me come here to play a sick game of hide-and-seek? As her father leaned against a beam and threatened Juliet one last time, he tumbled out of the door, down the hill, and landed a bit further than Juliet in the graveyard below the house, bringing to mind the image of her mother sprawled out on the kitchen floor.
Early Adulthood♡
↳ I think you have me confused with someone else… a bunny perhaps? ↵
“Don’t go,” Lindon begged, wrapping his lean body around Juliet’s leg. “Stay with me, dance with me, you can’t possibly expect me to take care of Jessica by myself. I’m incapable, I’m a wreck! I’m irresponsible, why do you trust me? Why are you even friends with me? Why do you even tell me anything? If you leave, I’m going with you!” he continued to whine, only grabbing at Juliet’s legs more as she struggled to pick up her suitcase.
“Good day, Lindon Wilcox, because I really have to go, you big dork!” Juliet shot back, shaking her leg harder, more than likely hitting Lindon in the face a few times.
After her father’s unfortunate turn of events, Juliet took up three different jobs and continued to live in the cramped apartment with Jessica. Jessica and Juliet got extremely close, but Jessica drove Juliet to drink late in the night (tea, that is). After spending nearly two years of endless dance practice and school and her work, Juliet decided it was time to go to the university where her cousins said it had been fantastic.
“I can’t let you go, dork that I may be!”
“Aish, get off of me before I call someone!”
“Who are you going to call?!”
“Your mother, the police, the FBI, I don’t know!” Juliet got out through gritted teeth, finally wrenching her foot free from Lindon’s grasp and handing Jessica over to him. Lindon stared at Juliet’s back as she ran down the street to catch her taxi, and caught up with her as she was shoving everything in the trunk of the car.
Lindon enveloped Juliet in a massive bear hug and buried his face in her hair. “Keep dancing, drink lots of tea, and if you get sick, you just call me and I’ll be there to laugh at you, okay?” he murmured, holding her closer to him.
“Keep sweating, drink hot liquid, and be insulted by you when my head is spinning. Got it. Anything else?” Juliet teased and Lindon sniffled into her hair.
disclaimer: this template is inspired mostly by this playlist, but also the females that know they’re the best. this template is hereby dubbed “Prim and Proper” in honor of those ladies that dig their heels into the cement, spit on their haters, and never fail to amaze.warning: this template or character may not be taken without asking permission of myself, and myself only. This character is my personal creation and this template was many hours of hard work on my part, so this template or character may not be redistributed. This template was specially made for male characters, and male characters only. If wishing to use any part of this character (or crediting as inspiration), please ask for explicit permission, as this character is my creation. If wishing to credit me for inspiration for your own template, feel free to credit as inspiration, as long as you do not take any part of this template, in which case you would have to ask permission from myself. I do not own any of these girl groups. Their songs were simply used as inspiration. Please keep this credit at the top of every post.
“I’ll miss you~”
“I’ll miss you, too. Here, I’ll call you every day, how does that sound?”
“Calling won’t make me imagine that you’re here again.”
“How poetic. You have Jessica for that.”
And off Juliet went, Lindon feeling pathetic and sorry for himself and Jessica skipping around him, asking for cookies.
Every year, Juliet still dances with Lindon when she returns to Seoul.
family
Jessica Marigold Worthington ♡ 12 ♡ Younger sister
friends
Lindon Wilcox ♡ 25 ♡ Dancing partner
deceased
Helen Daniella Worthington ♡ 41 ♡ Mother
Darell Kennedy Worthington ♡ 40 ♡ Father
other
N/A
❝You know why I change favorite choreography so often? Because there are so many comebacks! One week it’s MBLAQ whipping their suits back and forth, the next EXO is asking for someone to call the doctor.❞
Q: “Does Lindon know about the safe house?”
A: No one but me, as far as I know.
Q: “Why tea?”
A: Well, tea is good for you, and it’s always refreshing, and you can have it in many different forms, and it’s a “flexible” drink, if you will.
Q: “Why are you so happy?”
A: Well, I went through a rough patch for most of my teenage years, and now that I’m basically moving across the country, I want a fresh new start, and that includes changing everything, including who I once was and who I want to be.
Favorites
Pink ♡ “You Don’t Love Me” ♡ K-pop ♡ SPICA
Personal playlist
♡You Don’t Love Me by SPICA
♡Overdose by EXO
♡Mona Lisa by MBLAQ
♡Huh by 4MINUTE
♡Why So Serious? by SHINee
Prim and Proper♡
a template made by Ariel ; literaryluhan©♡
♚’Cause Bad Boys Get the Girls♚
♚a template made by Ariel ; literaryluhan©♚
disclaimer: this template is inspired mostly by the music of boy band BTS, but also the boy bands that just want to drop the bass and dance the night away with a complete stranger. this template is hereby dubbed “’Cause Bad Boys Get the Girls” in honor of those low and raspy voices that always seem to find their way into my head and the falsettos that make me realize I had been holding my breath.
warning: this template or character may not be taken without asking permission of myself, and myself only. This character is my personal creation and this template was many hours of hard work on my part, so this template or character may not be redistributed. This template was specially made for male characters, and male characters only. If wishing to use any part of this character (or crediting as inspiration), please ask for explicit permission, as this character is my creation. If wishing to credit me for inspiration for your own template, feel free to credit as inspiration, as long as you do not take any part of this template, in which case you would have to ask permission from myself. I do not own BTS themselves. Their songs were simply used as inspiration. Please keep this credit at the top of every post.
❝If you knew how to speak Japanese, you would be so offended right now.❞
Raeburn ♚ Dylan ♚ Shaw
♚The name of Raeburn is originally derived from a surname which came from a Scottish place name meaning “stream where does drink” in Middle English. A famous bearer of the surname was Sir Henry Raeburn (1756-1823), a Scottish portrait painter.
♚♚The name of Dylan comes from the Welsh elements dy “great” and llanw “tide, flow”. In Welsh mythology, Dylan was a god or hero associated with the sea. He was the son of Arianrhod and was accidentally slain by his uncle Govannon. Famous bearers of this name include the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) and the American musician Bob Dylan (1941-). Due to those two bearers, use of the name has spread outside of Wales in the last half of the 20th century. It received a further boost in popularity in the 1990s due to a character on the television series “Beverly Hills 90210”.
♚♚♚The surname of Shaw was originally given to a person who lived near a sceaga, Old English meaning “thicket”.
“Rae” ♟♟♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙
❝Don’t even think about calling me Rae. Rae is a girl’s name.❞
Male → xy chromosome
Bisexual → single
19 → March 28
Aries → Pig | Aquamarine/Bloodstone | Daffodil
Tokyo, Japan → 11:19 pm | Japanese/American
Face claim Lee Howon (Hoya)
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Dark brown ♚ often styled into an overly-gelled quiff with really bad sideburns
Dark brown ♚ 5’8 ♚ 136 lbs.
Freckles ✗
Tattoos ✓
→quote “We can be infinite” → inside of right arm
Scars ✓
→small, faded cut → underneath right eye
Glasses ✗
Other ✓
→silver nose ring → left nostril
“I feel bad for whoever has to get him out of those pants,” said Raeburn as he could no longer feel his own legs because of his own tight, leather pants. “That shirt is way too loose,” said Raeburn as he brings his knees up to his chest and his shirt covers his legs completely. That’s right, oversized t-shirts and tight, leather pants are Raeburn’s best friends. Growing up in Tokyo, the 20th leading city in the world for fashion (September 2012), Raeburn grew up around quite “kawaii” things, but never really bought into the whole Japanese scene until he was 15 and realized that there was more to life than APink and leather pants. Shoes? He likes his white Converse, you know the ones with the hand-drawn chibi pink pandas on them. A dedicated fangirl is what some may call him.
“His hair… it’s so stupid,” said Raeburn as he ran a hand through his overly-gelled hair and ran his fingers through his badly done sideburns. Raeburn doesn’t care much when it comes to little things like his hair, but cares enough to overload it with hair products, comb it up into something that slightly represents a lightning bolt, and mess it up so much that there ends up being more gel over his bathroom than was in the bottle.
❝Hey girl, wanna be my- oh, okay, that’s fine, yeah, walk away, alright, that’s cool.❞
lol ok let's start over. new templates, new characters, new ME
wow. over a year later and i'm doing this "new me" again. why do i take such long hiatuses? below is the only template i could find that i still have. new ME
[ i’m him ]literaryluhan©
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gif of the character
yes, i’m him
≡ [ name [ origin “definition” ≠ origin “definition” ]
≡ [ age ] ≡ [ birthday ] ≡ [ sun sign ]
≡ [ hometown ] ≡ [ nationality ]
≡ [ gender [ this collab part is optional. if not collabing, take this part out ≡ sexuality ]
≡ [ basic description (student, job, aspirations, etc. for example "minimalist art student" or "aspiring food critic". something that sums up the character as a whole or as a first impression. ]
≡ [original face offace claim ]
use the sun as my mirror, it's a good morning
≡ [ style!!! this is new to the template so maybe just do one paragraph, head-to-toe what they usually wear, how they style their hair, favorite accessory/makeup look, etc. ]
yeah, i’m tough, yeah, i’m the trend
≡ [ personality!! one paragraph pls ]
≡ [ likes list 5 major likes here ]
≡ [ dislikes list 5 major dislikes here ]
another gif
class is in session
≡ [ HISTORY I LOVE THIS PART THE MOST. just a few paragraphs, try to keep it under 5. start with the character herself, try not to go into the parents/grandparents/third cousin stories unless absolutely necessary. ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role [ deceased (this is an option) ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role ]
≡ [ song link + title ≠ artist ][ song link + title ≠ artist ][ song link + title ≠ artist ]
[ i’m him ]
(view spoiler)
yes, i’m him
≡ [ Yvette Dushku [ french “yew; archer” ≠ albanian “oak” ]
≡ [ 23 ] ≡ [ February 23 ] ≡ [ Pristina, Kosovo ]
≡ [ female [ no collabs yet ≡ bisexual ]
≡ [ easygoing music prodigy ]
≡ [original face ofRita Ora ]
use the sun as my mirror, it's a good morning
≡ [ Yvette dresses fairly casually - she's a big fan of comfort. Most often, she's in shorts and some sort of loose top, probably with an inspirational quote or floral pattern on it. She loves her sneakers when she's outdoors, but she also loves to run around barefoot or in stockings. Knee-high socks are one of her favorite things, along with a red lip and big blonde curls. If she's performing, Yvette prefers a dark-colored jumpsuit; still loose enough for comfort, but usually dressy enough for a jazz lounge or upscale cafe. ]
yeah, i’m tough, yeah, i’m the trend
≡ [ Yvette is like an open book, even though it's more common to find her with a guitar or a xylophone in hand rather than a novel. Easygoing and constantly relaxed, Yvette's motto is to "go with the flow. If there is no flow, just chill until the flow finds you." Yvette isn't afraid of change, and welcomes it with a smile and a "really neat" riff on her electric guitar. Yvette believes that everyone is entitled to their own opinions and perspectives, so she doesn't care how people see her, and how she sees them. Most see her as some carefree flower child, which is true for the most part, so she doesn't try to change that. If you start a conversation with her, she won't blurt out her opinions without you specifically asking for them. She's never constantly lost in her own world, though; she's always listening, but only pitches in when she wants to. Yvette is also claustrophobic, so she prefers outdoor spaces or at least larger rooms. Never athletic but just wanting to enjoy the sunshine and breeze, Yvette has never played in a sport, nor has she ever wanted to. All she needs is a sunny day and music in her ears. ]
≡ [ likes music, nature, macaroons, flowers, relaxing ]
≡ [ dislikes getting ready to perform, uncomfortable clothes, failing at a new chord progression, being melancholy, bitter foods ]
class is in session
≡ [ Yvette had a fairly simple, music-filled childhood growing up in Kosovo. Her father was a saxophonist in a local jazz lounge, and her mother stayed at home with Yvette for most of her childhood. Living off of one income was difficult at times for the parents, but most of these periods took place so early in Yvette's life that she doesn't remember what it's like to not have everything you need. The family never had a lot - the essentials were there, as were some handmade quilts from Yvette's mother and grandmothers. When Yvette was 7, she wrote her first instrumental song for the guitar. Her father saw it beside her bed one night, brought it to the lounge, and it was praised for being an insightful and delicate piece of work. Yvette's father bought her her first guitar with a third of the family's savings and months worth of his paychecks, set on making Yvette into a musician and following in his footsteps. She never tired of the endless practices, the bleeding fingers, and the massive headaches. However, as she became lost in the captivating world of music, she never noticed that her instruments became more expensive and that her floor was littered with instruments she couldn't even pronounce the name of. All she did was play; wrapped in her musical studies, she could drown out the yelling and fighting outside of her bedroom door.
As the lounge became more popular, Yvette's mother rarely got to see her husband, and the sight of her only daughter thriving as she did was too much to bear at times. With each new instrument, Yvette took more trips to the lounge to practice with some of the men and even perform with them for special events. Terrified of where Yvette's talent would take her in the future, her mother began to drink more often to swallow her own fears and insecurities, and would try to physically keep Yvette near her whenever she could grab hold of her. With her father keeping them along the line of relatively comfortable and in-a-month-we'll-have-to-live-on-savings-only with his expenses for Yvette, there were many arguments. Once Yvette was 13 and first heard the screaming, the slam of a door, and her mother's weeping figure at the kitchen window, Yvette knew the family was reaching a breaking point. She made her first escape to the hilly landscape, wanting only to feel the breeze and hear nothing for just a few minutes. Falling in love with the outdoors and the peace it brought her, Yvette made more and more trips to the isolated areas of the countryside. Her mother, outraged that she was skipping classes to practice or "dance in the hills," pulled Yvette out of school and kept her locked in her room for weeks. Yvette's father came back from the lounge the night a crying Yvette was let out, and only sighed before going to her school the next day to enroll her in the coming academic year.
Many of Yvette's teenage years were filled with tension and no opportunities to escape, given that her mother kept an even closer watch on her than before. Yvette's father cut back on his time at the lounge, letting Yvette take his place some nights. As she played one night, a regular of a popular jazz cafe in Paris approached Yvette and told her that she should try to branch out. With a talent like hers, "everyone deserves to hear." Coming up on her 18th birthday, Yvette decided that she would leave directly after she celebrated with her parents, but her mother wouldn't let her out of the house once Yvette had tentatively told her what an opportunity this was. Yvette's father immediately stepped in, and with teary eyes, told her to grab what she needed and go. To go and only look back when she missed the hills. Now a freelance musician for any cafe or lounge that wants to hire her, Yvette has tried to live as positively as possible, only looking back when the city gets too loud. ]
≡ [ Bardhana Dushku ≠ mother ]
≡ [ Agon Dushku ≠ father ]
≡ [ Armend Shehu ≠ close friend/mentor at the jazz lounge in Kosovo ]
≡ [ sing sing sing ≠ benny goodman ][ how high the moon ≠ ella fitzgerald ][ in the mood ≠ glenn miller ]
[ i’m him ]
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yes, i’m him
≡ [ Stella Choi [ latin “star” ≠ korean “high; lofty; towering” ]
≡ [ 16 ] ≡ [ April 12 ] ≡ [ San Francisco, California ]
≡ [ female [ no collabs yet ≡ heterosexual ]
≡ [ protein bar connoisseur ]
≡ [original face ofKyla Massie ]
use the sun as my mirror, it's a good morning
≡ [ Stella's style is very "preppy." She loves polka dots above all else, and no outfit is complete without some sort of leather clutch or quilted handbag. She wears dresses more than anything else, and loves to style it up with a sewed-in bow or belt. Stella loves color, and this is best seen in her shoes and numerous bracelets. She has a shoe for every day and every mood, and will change them multiple times a day if she deems it necessary. She adores charm bracelets, handmade cloth bracelets, gold bangles, metal cuff bracelets - basically anything that can be put on the wrist. Stella also enjoys dangling, bright earrings to complete a bright look for a bright day. Her makeup is also very bright, and she loves exploring new eye trends and painting flowers or gradients on her lips. ]
yeah, i’m tough, yeah, i’m the trend
≡ [ Just as Stella's name would suggest, she is a star in most things that she does. However, most of the things that she does is explore makeup trends and play in almost every sport (the golf clubs are a little too long for her to swing comfortably) so she excels in these two things most of all. Captain of the soccer team with all of the stereotypical qualities of a cheerleader, Stella is easily excitable, fun-loving, and open to new experiences 24/7. She claims that there aren't enough hours in the day for her to do all of the things she wants to do in a 24-hour period, so she relies mostly on exercise, extreme socialization at every opportunity, and making herself happy and alert from the outside in. A health nut, Stella hasn't eaten sweets in a very long time, and tries to avoid coffee (after that one mishap with her soccer coach and her cleat). Discovering new passions is one of Stella's passions - she falls quickly and deeply into any new thing that she tries, resulting in a busy mind and busy body for this teen. Above all, Stella is colorful both inside and out, and is truly just naturally happy. She doesn't mind always having something to do or somewhere to be, and if left to sit alone for too long, will become slightly upset (but this state never lasts long). ]
≡ [ likes playing sports, healthy food, parties, keeping busy, trying new things ]
≡ [ dislikes tea, mind/puzzle games, losing, sweets, cold weather ]
class is in session
≡ [ HISTORY I LOVE THIS PART THE MOST. just a few paragraphs, try to keep it under 5. start with the character herself, try not to go into the parents/grandparents/third cousin stories unless absolutely necessary. ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role [ deceased (this is an option) ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role ]
≡ [ wee woo ≠ pristin ][ happy ≠ wjsn ][ rookie ≠ red velvet ]
[ i’m him ]
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yes, i’m him
≡ [ Sakura Mori [ japanese “cherry blossom” ≠ japanese “forest” ]
≡ [ 25 ] ≡ [ February 8 ] ≡ [ Kyoto, Japan ]
≡ [ female [ no collabs yet ≡ homosexual ]
≡ [ eccentric fashion designer ]
≡ [original face ofKiko Mizuhara ]
use the sun as my mirror, it's a good morning
≡ [ Sakura always dresses to the nines no matter where she is. Always ready to be photographed, Sakura is most comfortable in some sort of designer clothes - either something she designed herself, or something she found backstage at a fashion show. She usually wears dresses full of popping colors and abstract geometric patterns and some velvet- or fabric-covered heels for a natural, everyday look. Her makeup is usually very heavy, but Sakura definitely prefers mattes in everything. She's surprisingly not a big fan of accessories (the only thing she'll wear are her mother's diamond earrings, and this doesn't happen often), but she believes that the clothes should speak for themselves. "If they're not screaming something at you, they're not doing their job." ]
yeah, i’m tough, yeah, i’m the trend
≡ [ personality!! one paragraph pls (For a fashion designer, there is always something new to explore; trends to elaborate on, styles to create and popularize. No one knows this better than Sakura, a "constant creator.") ]
≡ [ likes designing, elegant parties, rain, museums, drinking juice out of expensive chalices ]
≡ [ dislikes fake personalities, playing it safe, award shows, people that are always happy, creative blocks ]
class is in session
≡ [ HISTORY I LOVE THIS PART THE MOST. just a few paragraphs, try to keep it under 5. start with the character herself, try not to go into the parents/grandparents/third cousin stories unless absolutely necessary. ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role [ deceased (this is an option) ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role ]
≡ [ automatic ≠ red velvet ][ singing in the rain ≠ jinsoul (loona) ][ the rain ≠ ladies' code ]
[ i’m him ]
(view spoiler)
yes, i’m him
≡ [ Stephanie Briana Victors [ english “crown” ≠ english “hill” ≠ english “victor; conqueror” ]
≡ [ 21 ] ≡ [ October 5 ] ≡ [ San Fernando, California ]
≡ [ female [ no collabs yet ≡ heterosexual ]
≡ [ like, 80s, baby ]
≡ [original face ofCandice Accola ]
use the sun as my mirror, it's a good morning
≡ [ If you're ever confused about what Stephanie wears, just envision any '80s movie - Footloose is probably the most accurate for Stephanie's everyday look. She adores buttons, especially with slogans or emoji faces on them. Stephanie's closet is filled with acid-washed jeans, collared blouses, and, of course, Reebok shoes. Every one of Stephanie's outfits is basically the same as the one she wore the previous day, just in a different color, or maybe with a sweater tied around her neck for cooler days. Stephanie is most easily identified by her hair and makeup, however; if her clothes weren't a blast from the past, her colorful makeup and teased hair are a dead giveaway. For accessories, Stephanie loves a nice hoop earring (she has four ear piercings on each ear, so she'll throw in a few studs every now and then, as well), maybe with a knuckle or two-finger ring. She also loves sunglasses - not to wear, just for show on top of her head. ]
yeah, i’m tough, yeah, i’m the trend
≡ [ personality!! one paragraph pls (who's a foodie? steph's a foodie!!!) ]
≡ [ likes studying, trying new food, working out, shopping, parties ]
≡ [ dislikes bad weather, bad hair days, popular chain restaurants, bad grades, sad people ]
class is in session
≡ [ HISTORY I LOVE THIS PART THE MOST. just a few paragraphs, try to keep it under 5. start with the character herself, try not to go into the parents/grandparents/third cousin stories unless absolutely necessary. ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role [ deceased (this is an option) ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role ]
≡ [ girls just want to have fun ≠ cyndi lauper ][ wake me up before you go-go ≠ wham! ][ uptown girl ≠ billy joel ]
[ i’m him ]
(view spoiler)
yes, i’m him
≡ [ Alexander Smith [ english “defending men” ≠ english “metal worker; blacksmith” ]
≡ [ 19 ] ≡ [ July 14 ] ≡ [ Sydney, Australia ]
≡ [ male [ no collabs yet ≡ homosexual ]
≡ [ introverted glitter fan ]
≡ [original face ofTroye Sivan ]
use the sun as my mirror, it's a good morning
≡ [ Alexander says he cares a lot about fashion, and it would be true if he wore anything other than varying shades of black. He adores texture, and will go to clothing and fabric stores just to feel the clothes between his fingertips until he gets kicked out. He doesn't care much about comfort - his clothes are tight as can be, since he needs to feel them on his skin - but as long as it's black or charcoal grey, he doesn't really notice anything else about his outfit. Alex's daily outfit is very casual - boots, jeans, a t-shirt (if he's feeling daring, he has some concert tour t-shirts he saves in plastic wrap and only takes out for special occasions), his trusty leather jacket, and maybe a silver ring or two. However, Alex, a performer at heart, loves to make an impression. An "upcoming makeup star," he is the biggest supporter and consumer of glitter products. Spread across his cheeks, drizzled on his hair, or spread across his knuckles, Alex shines wherever he goes, despite his best efforts to remain in the background. If he's feeling extra shy, he'll only throw a few sparkles near the corners of his eyes; where there's glitter, there's Alex. ]
yeah, i’m tough, yeah, i’m the trend
≡ [ personality!! one paragraph pls (only feels comfortable on stage, as soon as he comes off he is confused and shy. the stage is like his true home) ]
≡ [ likes performing, glitter, sweets, emojis, social media ]
≡ [ dislikes malls, baggy clothes, the cold, upbeat pop songs, cooking ]
class is in session
≡ [ HISTORY I LOVE THIS PART THE MOST. just a few paragraphs, try to keep it under 5. start with the character herself, try not to go into the parents/grandparents/third cousin stories unless absolutely necessary. ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role [ deceased (this is an option) ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role ]
≡ [ song link + title ≠ artist ][ song link + title ≠ artist ][ song link + title ≠ artist ]
[ i’m him ]
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yes, i’m him
≡ [ Hiroshi Kato [ japanese “generous” ≠ japanese “add; wisteria” ]
≡ [ 20 ] ≡ [ June 16 ] ≡ [ Kobe, Japan ]
≡ [ male [ no collabs yet ≡ heterosexual ]
≡ [ drum set specialist ]
≡ [original face ofTomoya Kanki ]
use the sun as my mirror, it's a good morning
≡ [ Hiroshi is most often found in sweatpants, a hoodie, and some slippers meant for indoor wear. His biggest flaw is that he's often so tired or hungover that he chooses two different socks, slippers, or will turn his shirt inside out and never notice. Everyone knows Hiroshi's coming when they hear groaning and see the flash of one red foot and one lime green foot; otherwise, they'd never know he's there, due to his soft slippers and general shuffling steps. He'll get upset if you mock his mismatched socks or various headbands and wristbands, though. His staple is having a headband for every occasion (he really only needs them to keep his hair out of his eyes), and his wristbands are for his constant wrist and hand pain, not for show like everyone assumes. Hiroshi's an old soul, and dresses like his grandfather used to, but he doesn't do it on purpose. ]
yeah, i’m tough, yeah, i’m the trend
≡ [ personality!! one paragraph pls ]
≡ [ likes performing, board games, sleeping late, talking about his feelings, slippers ]
≡ [ dislikes waking up early, criticism/negative feedback/wary glances in his direction, dancing, kale, going to practice ]
class is in session
≡ [ HISTORY I LOVE THIS PART THE MOST. just a few paragraphs, try to keep it under 5. start with the character herself, try not to go into the parents/grandparents/third cousin stories unless absolutely necessary. ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role [ deceased (this is an option) ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role ]
≡ [ song link + title ≠ artist ][ song link + title ≠ artist ][ song link + title ≠ artist ]
below is another template. i probably won't even use this for a while but whenever i want to write and not post a character anywhere, i'll put them in here. VERY DETAILED, inspired by my previous templates "prim and proper" and "'cause bad boys get the girls". i'm still using "i'm him" for posting most characters!!
pen and paper✍
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
gif of character here
↳‟quote from character here„↲
first name [ origin "definition" ]
middle name [ origin "definition" ]
last name [ origin "definition" ]
call me nickname of character here (add hearts here for how much they like that nickname, more white than black for extra love. have a total of 10 hearts. ♡♥)
gender → chromosome
age → birthday
sun sign → chinese zodiac
place of birth → nationality
sexuality → relationship status
i look like face claim here
hair color → hair length → hair style
eye color → height → weight
freckles ✗ or ✓
↳use this line if the character has the above physical trait. for freckles, say "scattered" or "sparse" → where they are
tattoos ✗ or ✓
↳what it is → where it is
scars ✗ or ✓
↳how big it is, "faded" or "prominent" → where it is
birthmarks ✗ or ✓
↳what it is → where it is
glasses ✗ or ✓
↳full-time or reading → size, color, shape ("large, black squares" or "small, brown circles")
piercings ✗ or ✓
↳what kind of piercing ("silver nose ring" or "ear piercings") → where it is
↳here's where you can write about the character's style. try to stick to three short paragraphs: the first for clothing, the second for makeup, and the third for accessories. use the arrow only for the first paragraph.
pen and paper✍
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
gif of character here
↳‟quote from character here„↲
↳here we go. the personality section. this should be fairly long - you're using this template for writing and detailing, not necessarily posting, so take your time with this section! start from the outward traits in, like their most prominent traits and characteristics. then, go into their more closed-off feelings, or how they become when they experience emotions they don't normally feel. if you have a character who's sad and moody all the time, put their sadness and moodiness in the first paragraph, and then talk about how they become when they're happy, or what will make them happy. if they have other, prominent characteristics, like they're sad and moody but love to watch sports, talk about little, odd details like that towards the end.
my fears are...
first fear → what it is
second fear → what it is
third fear → what it is
i like...
↳put likes here in a bulleted form using these arrows. list up to 10 likes.
i dislike...
↳put dislikes here in a bulleted form using these arrows. list up to 10 dislikes.
i'm good at...
↳put strengths here in a bulleted form. list up to 3 strengths.
i'm bad at...
↳put weaknesses here in a bulleted form. list up to 3 weaknesses.
my quirks are...
↳put quirks, oddities, and eccentricities here in a bulleted form. if they need further explanation, use the → symbol. list up to 5 quirks.
pen and paper✍
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
gif of character here
↳‟quote from character here„↲
↳HISTORY!!! finally. this section will probably be the longest of all, so definitely take your time with this one, even more than personality. try to start with the character's parents journey, don't do grandparents or third cousins unless absolutely necessary!! use the divider between parents/character background or between time leaps in the character background.
the ones i love... family
↳name of family member → age of family member → relationship → deceased or alive → use these hearts to show how much the character likes this person for a total of 10 hearts ♥ ♡
the ones i like... friends
↳name of friend → age → relationship → deceased or alive → use these hearts to show how much the character likes this person for a total of 10 hearts ♥ ♡
the ones i hate... enemies
↳name of enemy → age → relationship → deceased or alive → use these hearts to show how much the character likes this person for a total of 10 hearts ♥ ♡
the soundtrack to my life
song link + title → artistsong link + title → artistsong link + title → artist
pen and paper✍
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟I act like a lady because I am a lady.„↲
cassandra [ english "to shine" ]
amelia [ german "work" ]
babington [ english "settlement" ] the III
call me cassie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
female → xx chromosome
19 → december 22
capricorn → goat
london, england → british-german
heterosexual → single
i look like adelaide kane
dark brown → waist length → slightly wavy → adorned with red ribbons and pearls
hazel → 5'7 → 115 lbs.
freckles ✗
tattoos ✗
scars ✗
birthmarks ✗
glasses ✗
piercings ✓
↳ear piercings → three on each ear, from the lobe to the top
↳If Cassandra is anything, it’s regal. She believes that you can be a bawling mess with no future and no happiness to look forward to, and still look fashionable. As an nineteen-year old princess with a very bright future indeed, Cassandra has always found looks to be the most important thing, which is why there’s a large chance you can find her sashaying about the castle grounds with the latest dress and collar hanging off of her body. There comes a time when you realize that people do rely on you for certain aspects of their life, and what better aspect to help people with than first impressions? This is why Cassandra always wears long, flowing dresses made of the most fashionable fabrics, but she enjoys the silks most of all, mostly because they follow her when she briskly walks to and fro in the library. Cassandra's signature color is red, so you can always find red accents here and there, but her favorite way to incorporate red into her daily looks is to use it in her sheer, silk collars and lacy sleeves.
Cassandra has never taken a brush to her face (only a feather to paper), so she doesn't know what makeup style looks the best on her, and certainly has no desire to experiment on herself. However, she's been told that she looks the best with natural face makeup that accentuates her already-flawless skin and bold, dark colors for her eyes and lips. The commoners say she looks fierce, but Cassandra thinks she looks like a ruler. Thus, she has the same makeup on her face every day in order to keep up appearances consistently.
As a member of the royal family, Cassandra enjoys drowning herself in jewels and riches. Given that she pays so much attention to her appearance, she has always embraced her love of accessorizing and adding something "extra" to an otherwise plain piece of fabric draped on her figure. She has a knack for picking out the most elegant pieces of jewelry and lace, and is quite adept at looking over her maids' shoulders as they sew the desired jewels and fabrics onto Cassandra's outfits, if Cassandra doesn't have the time to do it herself. The people of the court whisper that her love of customizing and decorating her outfits makes her more feminine, but Cassandra truly feels more empowered and stronger in such rich jewels. Her favorite accessories include lace sleeves and bodies, as well as sheer, silk collars; long, dark earrings; and large, heavily-ornamented pendants.
pen and paper✍
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↳‟Love is a petty and foolish thing, and that’s why I don’t want to get involved.„↲
↳If you think you can rule, try sitting with Cassandra sometime. In this respect, Cassandra acts not nineteen, but twenty-four. Her maturity levels practically skyrocketed when placed in an actual school and she shot by the other students in academics. However, popularity was not a strong suit of Cassandra’s, and the other girls often made fun of her regal attire and looks. This did not affect Cassandra; in fact, it made her the young woman she is today. Cassandra will one day rule with an iron fist. If you plead and beg with the maids and servants of the castle and talk to them kindly about an issue and none of them step forward, then beware the wrath of Cassandra the Terrible. Threats spill off of her tongue so smoothly, some people believe that her mere presence is a danger to those around her. Cassandra may seem like a lady, but she can stand in front of a group of muscular, fully-grown men and make them yelp for their mothers.
Cassandra has many problems: popularity, voice volume control, maturity. But, that does not stop her from getting what she wants. Her desire to be like the other girls is long gone, and she will go down into the depths of Hell for those she loves. She likes using big words often, and when people don’t understand her, there’s a slight chance that she’ll simply disregard their looks of confusion and walk away muttering something about their terrible understanding of the English language. She manages to find more flaws in herself than in anyone in the entire kingdom, but that is simply her problem that just so happens to nag at her every day and night. For example, at night, she is often disturbed by images of war and detailed bloodshed flashing through her head at a rapid speed for the entire eight hours she allows herself to sleep. When she doesn’t have these awful dreams, she’ll dream about nothing, which is even more frightening than the war images, and she’ll scream in her sleep, eyes unable to open unless someone forces them. She’s not sure what causes them; in fact, no one does, but she’s determined to find out.
Some of the things that the people admire most about Cassandra is that she is not afraid to speak her opinion, no matter the situation. It’s hard to be a nineteen-year old girl in this world and still maintain an aura of some kind of authority, and Cassandra really is trying to help people out, but her Shakespearean insults and easily irritable temper make it hard for her to be patient when people try to explain their problems to her. In addition, Cassandra despises small talk. She prefers those who are straight-forward and blunt with her, as she is the same way. Some days Cassandra doesn’t want to be noticed, so she’ll wander aimlessly about the halls of the castle in her most plain dress and make her way into the deserted and abandoned stairwells, bookshelves, and hidden rooms in the castle. Cassandra loves exploring when she’s not busy making appearances, but prefers to sew idly in her drawing room or flip through pages of books in the library most of all.
Aside from being too bossy and nosy for her own good, becoming the strongest young woman she can be, keeping her “night terrors” a secret, and controlling a flaring temper, she doesn’t have much left to tell when it comes to her personality. Cassandra is pretty much an open book, and it actually doesn’t take much for her to open up to new people, as long as she maintains a professional relationship with the person at first glance.
my fears are...
cryophobia → fear of extreme cold, ice, or frost
agliophobia → fear of pain
i like...
↳warmth
↳bonfires
↳sewing
↳banquets
↳the color red
↳mirrors
↳exploring
↳the library
↳making decisions for the kingdom
↳other cultures
i dislike...
↳the cold
↳pain
↳decisions that harm the kingdom
↳uneducated members of the court
↳unfashionable members of the court
↳small talk
↳night terrors
↳pastels
↳being late
↳people that disobey my orders
i'm good at...
↳making quick decisions
↳exercising my authority
↳choosing the right accessories for any outfit
i'm bad at...
↳keeping my temper under control
↳small talk
↳explaining my decisions to others
my quirks are...
↳night terrors
↳being unable to stop myself from correcting someone's grammar
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a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟Crying is a silly thing to do, even when one has reason.„↲
↳The only sounds that could be heard that afternoon except for the horrid downpour were that of a screaming child. Ever since Cassandra was a small girl, she used to always stay quiet, and would only raise her voice when it would rain. She believed that the rain drowned her out, and that she needed to be heard the most when the skies were dark grey and water was pouring from the Heavens. A smart girl, Cassandra would always find a way to slip from her mother and creep silently along the walls of the castle unnoticed, discovering hidden rooms and staircases built into the wall that led up to the roof. Now that she looks back, she can’t quite recall what it was that stopped her from exploring so much. Perhaps it was the long dresses that swept up dust in the abandoned rooms, or maybe it was the need to be part of whatever social life she had, being a princess.
Her life was set, her future planned out, and now all that was left to do was enjoy the little things and find a husband. When a metaphorical truck slammed into her face. Cassandra doesn’t remember much of this day (in part because she really doesn’t want to), but what she does remember is trying to find her younger sister, who’s face she had memorized on sight. Later on, after not seeing her for days, then weeks, then months, she learned that Aliana had been taken.
When Cassandra was younger, she also had a friend: Elizabeth Anne Halia, who also happened to be her cousin. They would creep about the grounds together and stare awestruck at the vast murals and tapestries that covered the grand halls. When Elizabeth was five years old, Cassandra, seven, learned the terrific news that her cousin (whom she had grown to love and appreciate like a sister, given that the other sibling has been dreadfully missing) was going to be living in the castle full-time. The two girls happy as could be about this delightful turn of events, they spent even more time together.
When Cassandra was ten, her mother called her up to her bedchambers and told her about a special place. Listening carefully, she learned that there was a place up in the mountains where it was completely safe and they would welcome little Cassandra. The place supposedly had all sort of “healing waters” and Cassandra was utterly fascinated. Her mother told her to go there to relieve stress of any kind, and she told her about this place because the weight of the world (or maybe it was the dress) could already be seen on Cassandra’s shoulders. Cassandra has been going to this place in the mountains for quite some time now, and whenever she comes back she feels stronger and ready to rule at the drop of a hat, if need be.
↳Cassandra grew up believing not in love, but in power. She doesn’t understand the feelings of love, and how someone could sacrifice themselves to save the person of their dreams. If you sacrifice yourself, then not only is your supposed “loved one” in danger, but so is the whole kingdom. The girls of the kingdom always looked to her for the latest fashion advice and proper etiquette. All Cassandra had to do was stand, simply twirl about in a circle, and walk off. She noticed herself growing more distant and spending more time in the mountains after hitting puberty. She grew quiet, even when the rain hit the window, seemingly begging for her to say something. She stayed quiet for three whole months, and the night of the third full moon since the world had heard her voice, she had her first night terror.
Since that night, Cassandra really doesn’t talk much, unless it’s for a professional sort of thing, if she’s gossiping with Elizabeth, or if she’s feeling a warm feeling spreading through her heart (which is the feeling she has earmarked for love).
You might think that going to more balls and parties would put Cassandra into a much more stressing situation, but the truth is, it’s not. More people were awestruck by her beauty than the sound of her voice, and Cassandra was fine without any strain on her vocal chords.
Sixteen was the year in which Cassandra got pearls wound into her hair, and she’s put a memory into each one of them. Memories with Sebastian, memories with Elizabeth, memories of exploring, the little memory she has of Aliana, all lie in one of the pearls. Whenever she must recall a memory, she simply touches one of the pearls, and the smooth stone will comfort her even more than the healing waters.
When Cassandra was eighteen, she officially gave up on all hope of finding her sister again. But, at night, she can feel a sliver of hope wind its way into the back of her mind and give her dreamless nights, until she wakes up screaming, and the hope vanishes as if it doesn’t want to be spotted.
the ones i love... family
↳sebastian bane babington → 21 → older brother → alive → ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♡
↳helena babington "helena the fair" → 36 → mother → alive → ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♡
↳thorald babington → 43 → father → alive → ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♡ ♡ ♡
↳elizabeth anne halia → 17 → younger cousin → alive → ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♡
↳aliana babington → 15 → younger sister → unknown → ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♡
the ones i like... friends
↳n/a
the ones i hate... enemies
↳many kingdoms, including france and ireland
the soundtrack to my life
moonlight sonata → ludwig van beethoven1812 overture → pyotr ilyich tchaikovskynocturne in c sharp minor → frédéric françois chopin
a-another template below.... FOR DEMONIC TENDENCIES USE O N L Y
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a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
gif of character here
↳‟quote from character here„↲
first name [ origin "definition" ]
middle name [ origin "definition" ]
last name [ origin "definition" ]
call me nickname of character here (add hearts here for how much they like that nickname, more white than black for extra love. have a total of 10 hearts. ♡♥)
gender → chromosome
age → birthday
sun sign → chinese zodiac
place of birth → nationality
sexuality → relationship status
i look like face claim here
hair color → hair length → hair style
eye color → height → weight
freckles ✗ or ✓
↳use this line if the character has the above physical trait. for freckles, say "scattered" or "sparse" → where they are
tattoos ✗ or ✓
↳what it is → where it is
scars ✗ or ✓
↳how big it is, "faded" or "prominent" → where it is
birthmarks ✗ or ✓
↳what it is → where it is
glasses ✗ or ✓
↳full-time or reading → size, color, shape ("large, black squares" or "small, brown circles")
piercings ✗ or ✓
↳what kind of piercing ("silver nose ring" or "ear piercings") → where it is
↳here's where you can write about the character's style. try to stick to three short paragraphs: the first for clothing, the second for makeup, and the third for accessories. use the arrow only for the first paragraph.
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a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
gif of character here
↳‟quote from character here ABOUT PERSONALITY„↲
↳here we go. the personality section. this should be fairly long - you're using this template for writing and detailing, not necessarily posting, so take your time with this section! start from the outward traits in, like their most prominent traits and characteristics. then, go into their more closed-off feelings, or how they become when they experience emotions they don't normally feel. if you have a character who's sad and moody all the time, put their sadness and moodiness in the first paragraph, and then talk about how they become when they're happy, or what will make them happy. if they have other, prominent characteristics, like they're sad and moody but love to watch sports, talk about little, odd details like that towards the end.
my fears are...
first fear → what it is
second fear → what it is
third fear → what it is
i like...
↳put likes here in a bulleted form using these arrows. list up to 10 likes.
i dislike...
↳put dislikes here in a bulleted form using these arrows. list up to 10 dislikes.
i'm good at...
↳put strengths here in a bulleted form. list up to 3 strengths.
i'm bad at...
↳put weaknesses here in a bulleted form. list up to 3 weaknesses.
my quirks are...
↳put quirks, oddities, and eccentricities here in a bulleted form. if they need further explanation, use the → symbol. list up to 5 quirks.
↳skill analysis: SAY WHAT THE SKILL IS HERE IN ALL CAPS↲
↳fighting style → put fighting style here
↳weapon of choice → put weapon of choice here
↳most useful when → put when the character is most useful, such as "building weapons before a fight" or "bringing out the drinks after the enemy has been defeated"
↳teamwork add hearts here for how great their teamwork abilities are, more white than black for awesome abilities. have a total of 10 hearts. ♡♥)
my strengths are...
↳put all strengths as a result of the character's skill here in a bulleted form. list as many as needed.
my weaknesses are...
↳put all weaknesses as a result of the character's skill here in a bulleted form. list as many as needed.
i got my skills...
↳when i was [place age here]
↳at [place location]
↳i found out [place the situation the character was in when they found out about their powers]
↳i first fought [place one of the dt villains here]
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a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
gif of character here
↳‟quote from character here„↲
↳HISTORY!!! finally. this section will probably be the longest of all, so definitely take your time with this one, even more than personality. try to start with the character's parents journey, don't do grandparents or third cousins unless absolutely necessary!! use the divider between parents/character background or between time leaps in the character background.
the ones i love... family
↳name of family member → age of family member → relationship → deceased or alive → use these hearts to show how much the character likes this person for a total of 10 hearts ♥ ♡
the ones i like... friends
↳name of friend → age → relationship → deceased or alive → use these hearts to show how much the character likes this person for a total of 10 hearts ♥ ♡
the ones i hate... enemies
↳name of enemy → age → relationship → deceased or alive → use these hearts to show how much the character likes this person for a total of 10 hearts ♥ ♡
the soundtrack to my life
song link + title → artistsong link + title → artistsong link + title → artist
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↳‟Don't touch that! It's old!„↲
isabel [ hebrew "oath" ]
floyd [ welsh "grey" ]
call me bella ♥♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
female → xx chromosome26437 → november 1
scorpio → metal snake
geneva, switzerland → french
bisexual → it's complicated
i look like nina dobrev
chocolate brown → chest length → naturally wavy but usually in big hollywood curls
dark brown, burgundy when feeding → 5'0 → 103 lbs.
freckles ✗
tattoos ✓
↳a poisoned apple penetrated by a worm → outside of right ankle
↳a tiny target mark → right side of neck
↳a scorpion surrounded by a snake → inside of the left arm from the wrist to the elbow
↳a tiny french flag with a set of fangs → behind the right ear
scars ✓
↳two small holes, mostly scarred over → right side of the neck
↳large, jagged scar → across the lower abdomen
birthmarks ✗
glasses ✗
piercings ✓
↳four ear piercings → two in the earlobes, two at the top of the ears
↳Born in 1581, Isabel has gone through a variety of styles. As much as she loves to follow along with the evolution of languages, she enjoys experimenting with the clothing and makeup trends of each new generation. However, there is one fabric that always manages to sneak its way into Isabel's closet and daily life: black leather. Isabel's style can thus be best described as "edgy". A staple of her everyday outfit is a leather jacket, even when she's working. Her obsession with leather only goes as far as that, however, as far as her job is concerned. Every day she's not working (and immediately after work), she flits home to change. Loose-fitting, dark blouses and tight, black pants are Isabel's signature look, usually spiced up with numerous shiny accessories. For work, however, she dons lighter colors (if navy counts as a lighter color) and acid-wash jeans, but the kids still think she looks cool.
Isabel has also gone through many makeup trends, liking nd sticking to absolutely none of them. From the toxic paint of the 17th century to the vivid colors and geometric shapes of the 1980s, Isabel has tried it all. She now prefers basic makeup that diminishes the shape of her eyes - smoky shadows and dark lines that hide her burgundy flashes from humans. Isabel is all about red lipstick, though. Not only does it contrast beautifully with her surprisingly pale skin, but has always been a symbol of strength and power for her. Red lipstick has been the most important part of any makeup look throughout the centuries, wherever Isabel has gone, and she absolutely adores it. She's been wearing red lipstick for so long, in fact, that it's permanently stained her lips, but she's fine with that. Anything that can look good and hide the blood is an instant friend!
Isabel is all about accessorizing. Not only does she have extremely rare and gorgeous accessories from her four centuries of exploration, she also finds that all-black is a mood-killer for both her students and people out and about during the night. Isabel, being a vampire, is naturally attracted to shiny objects; the more it sparkles, the better. Money isn't important to Isabel, for she's far more interested in the material possessions associated with looking good, rather than spending money on things that are difficult to show off on a daily basis. Thus, Isabel is a spender, but has a steady source of income, along with... other means, affording her the lifestyle she has grown quite used to. Isabel is fond of large accessories, be they rings, bangles, ankle bracelets, or brooches. She also loves cameo jewelry, especially cameo brooches, since she enjoys analyzing faces and carvings. Isabel prefers her golds, reds, whites, and browns above all else (as long as the stones aren't set in silver).
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a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟Who's got two thumbs, two fangs, and needs a drink?„↲
↳The first thing everyone needs to know about Isabel is her need to finish everything she starts in one sitting. If she's researching, she needs to finish that paper immediately, without stopping to do anything else, not even to drink. If she's putting together a 500-piece puzzle, she needs to finish it, even if takes her three days straight. As a vampire, Isabel doesn't need much human food or sleep, and can go up to a week without feeding. She's afraid that if she starts something and never finishes it, she won't go back to it, even though she has all of eternity to return to her task with a fresh perspective. Isabel is a hard-worker, though she can be quite aloof sometimes. Her confusion (and most of her other emotions) can be read clearly on her face at all times, reducing the need for her to talk about her emotions, which she normally doesn't like doing. If Isabel says she's fine, then she's fine, and you shouldn't bother her about it anymore. Most of time, Isabel is a normal TA, intoxicated by her school environment and always ready to lend a hand. As a worker with an acute sense of smell in Yale's history department, Isabel can recognize both the origin and history of an entire document or object without even touching it. Sometimes, she gets so lost in the human world and in her work, that she forgets she's not entirely mortal. That's what Isabel loves the most - even though times are always changing around her and people come and go, she's constantly living in the making of history, which is always constant once we move forward. That isn't to say Isabel doesn't like progress; on the contrary, she's one of the first to try anything new, from makeup trends to theoretical physics experiments. She just finds more comfort in the past, as well as more of herself.
After four centuries, Isabel has picked up some bad habits - one of these is drinking. She doesn't drink to excess every night, but if you find her with a thermos, it's either soup or alcohol, not water or tea. Isabel is also a very picky eater when it comes to human food. She'll feed on anyone when it's time for her bi-weekly feedings, but even here, she prefers to hang around near bars and dispose of the more rowdy patrons. As for human food, Isabel usually comes back to mozzarella cheese sticks and soup (especially blood soup, one of her specialties), though she's open to new dining experiences. Another habit of Isabel's is attributing everything to astrology. After centuries of staying awake all night with only the stars as her forever companions, Isabel has found that many of her personality traits can be explained by astrology, not just by her mythical vampire nature. Thus, as a Scorpio, Isabel is resourceful and mysterious, and can keep a secret better than anyone else. She despises liars and prefers the truth above all else, even if it will hurt her or those she cares about. However, her aloofness and need to help those around her are direct results of her moon in Cancer. Her desire to keep people out of danger directly contradicts her vampire nature, which confuses Isabel greatly every time she finds herself in one of these situations, so she tries to avoid involving herself with danger as much as possible. However, when she fights, she becomes fierce and only sees red; since she doesn't know when to quit, she constantly goes to extremes in whatever she does. One can say that she becomes a different person when caught in a fight; she enters into a fiery rage but usually returns to her normal self once she's completed her task and won the fight.
Isabel isn't often sad; rather, she becomes frustrated and blames these negative feelings on the things or people around her (silently, of course). If she's mad at someone, simply knowing a secret about them that no one else does is enough to make Isabel feel like herself again, though she doesn't forgive and never forgets. This makes Isabel a formidable opponent, both in body and mind. Isabel doesn't like to resort to this, but she's good at blackmail and knows exactly what her diminutive size and general air of innocence does to those who even think of crossing her. Aside from her fairly vengeful ways, Isabel is normally cheerful and easily excitable. She's gotten used to being a vampire, and is indifferent in having to feed on humans twice a week. She's seen so many rotten things happen in the world, all of them sparked by bad people, that she only goes after the mean people she's bound to see on her feeding nights. Isabel is also big on symbolism, which can be seen in her tattoos and apartment. One might think she was part of a cult, with all of the candles and ornamental knives Isabel keeps, but these objects are everyday staples of Isabel's life. Each of her tattoos also symbolizes something about Isabel. The poisoned apple penetrated by a worm shows her vampire side infiltrating her previously-human body and life. Even though she has become an apple "poisoned" by unholiness, Isabel believes that this was something that was going to occur to her anyway, hence the traditional image of the worm inside of the apple. The target mark is ironic, placed directly above her bite marks. The scorpion surrounded by the snake represents the love Isabel has for astrology, and the fanged French flag is a mark worn by all French vampires turned before 1848. Growing up with a fair amount of influence, Isabel has grown used to a certain lifestyle, but isn't materialistic. Right now, she's perfectly content surrounded by her manuscripts and a burgeoning collection of soup recipes.
my fears are...
cynophobia → fear of dogs
aviophobia → fear of planes
rhabdophobia → fear of magic
i like...
↳winding alleys
↳nighttime
↳constellations
↳old documents
↳sparkly objects
↳leather
↳research
↳languages
↳candlelight
↳mozzarella cheese sticks
i dislike...
↳dogs
↳doctors
↳strong winds
↳sandwiches
↳magic
↳planes and other flying vehicles
↳birds
↳cinnamon
↳talismans
↳garlic
i'm good at...
↳research
↳concentrating on a task and finishing it without any distractions
↳helping others
i'm bad at...
↳knowing when to stop helping
↳coming back to reality
↳expressing my emotions
my quirks are...
↳being able to relate the origin and history of historical documents and objects by scent alone
↳skill analysis: VAMPIRE↲
↳fighting style → fast and bloody
↳weapon of choice → biting
↳most useful when → fighting one-on-one
↳teamwork ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡
my strengths are...
↳being able to manipulate people. i can tell them what to do and they'll only have a vague memory of someone telling them to do something, but i have to look them directly in the eyes.
↳fighting quickly. as a vampire, i have super speed and can "flit" from one location to another, but the longer the distance, the more it drains me. when faced with multiple enemies, i'm better at one-on-one combat, but i can confuse most of my opposition and let another member of the dtmst jump in while i recover.
↳biting.
my weaknesses are...
↳not knowing when the fight is over. i become a different person when i fight - i'm angry, bloodthirsty, and have no semblance of a conscience. i hate intimidating people when there's no need to, and people have run from this side of me when i wasn't even sure who i was.
i got my skills...
↳when i was 26
↳at my house, in the attic
↳i found out when i picked up an old artifact, which sent out a sort of beacon for vampires. next thing i know, i'm waking up in a cemetery with dozens of pale faces staring back at me, waiting for me to feed on the human sacrifice they picked out as i was turning.
↳i first fought a black skeleton
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a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟It's easier to be brave every day than to fear what will happen if you aren't.„↲
↳HISTORY!!! finally. this section will probably be the longest of all, so definitely take your time with this one, even more than personality. try to start with the character's parents journey, don't do grandparents or third cousins unless absolutely necessary!! use the divider between parents/character background or between time leaps in the character background.
the ones i love... family
↳thomas géroux → 39 → father → deceased → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡
↳ysabeau gosse → 31 → mother → deceased → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡
↳bertran géroux → 4 → younger brother → deceased → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡
↳simon géroux → 6 → younger brother → deceased → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡
↳guillaume géroux → 17 → older brother → deceased → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
the ones i like... friends
↳henry michaud →30439 → "friend? lover? i saved his life and now we have a very complicated relationship because i had to turn him?" →deceasedalive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡♡
↳bryce braden → 23 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡
↳cassandra amelia babington → 22 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡♡
↳max neofytos antonis → 28 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡
↳mina yi → 19 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡
↳daniel markov → 29 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡
↳kaylynn bray → 21 → favorite student → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡
↳grey spence → 40 → teacher i ta for → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡
the ones i hate... enemies
↳adam émile →19526 when last seen → the one to turn isabel; ex-husband → unknown → ♥♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
the soundtrack to my life
say amen (saturday night) → panic! at the discobabylon → 5 seconds of summercenturies → fall out boy
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a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟Twin moons? You think Tatooine has twin moons?„↲
bryce [ english "speckled" ]
braden [ irish "salmon" ]
call me drago firewalker ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡
male → xy chromosome
23 → april 4
aries → wood pig
bristol, england → british/nigerian
bisexual → married to star wars
i look like john boyega
very dark brown → ends above the ear → naturally tightly curled but for now, it's a crew cut
dark brown → 5'9 → 192 lbs.
freckles ✗
tattoos ✗
scars ✓
↳large, straight scar → outside of both arms from the shoulder to the wrist
birthmarks ✗
glasses ✓
↳"they make me look cool when i'm building" → large, black squares with a thin frame
piercings ✓
↳ear piercings → one in each earlobe
↳here's where you can write about the character's style. try to stick to three short paragraphs: the first for clothing, the second for makeup, and the third for accessories. use the arrow only for the first paragraph.
demonic tendencies🌕
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟I've got this. Kind of.„↲
↳Bryce Braden is a drama queen. If you hear a highly exaggerated sigh or the telling crack of someone's neck when they're fed up with every little thing around them, then get ready to experience Bryce's special attack: complaining. Bryce doesn't usually want to get his way; in fact, he's usually happiest when he follows orders, and can always lend a helping hand (or, more often, moral support). However, if he has an idea, and the group collectively decides to go with another idea, he'll sulk for a few minutes, even though he won't actively do anything to stand up for himself. Used to being walked on and made fun of, Bryce often uses humor and sarcasm to hide any truly negative emotions he has beneath his surface. He'll ignore everything real he feels and can break at any given moment. Generally witty, one of Bryce's greatest passions, besides caffeine and acting, is making people laugh or, at the very least, smile. Although he takes everything literally and over-analyzes to the point of no return, Bryce's end goal is for people to feel genuinely happy around him.
Bryce is also very competitive and a bit of a show-off. His chosen place of residence being sci-fi conventions, it's no wonder no one wants to buy his autographed head shots anymore. Bryce is also phenomenal at arguing when he has a strong opinion, though you'll only see this happen when he's discussing one of his favorite sci-fi movies or franchises. Unable to let anything go, Bryce often looks to the past and to movie fantasies in order to progress and move forward, as well as to learn a little more about himself everyday. In addition, Bryce is a very non-confrontational kind of guy. Sure, verbal abuse is right up his alley, but if someone so much as flicks their hair in Bryce's general direction, his anxiety will spike and his fists will ball up in preparation for a fight that would never happen. The truth is, Bryce can often be found hiding in a corner or curled up in a ball on the floor, and usually needs someone to rescue him. However, Bryce Braden always takes full responsibility for his actions and isn't afraid to admit his own faults and shortcomings, so he's quite proud that he's considered worth saving by the DTMST. Bryce is also incredibly decisive, and chooses so quickly that you wonder if he thought about what he was choosing between at all. Bryce rarely thinks so far ahead that he can consider the consequences of his actions, and barely knows the short-term results of his decisiveness. The only time he'll plan for anything is before a fight, and even then, he's changing the plan as he goes along because he can only see the plan working up until a certain point. Then, he'll just wing it.
Oozing self-confidence is something most people aspire to be able to do, but Bryce has been able to do that since he was young. He has an incredibly thick skin, and anything that does get to him is ignored immediately. People that don't know him are attracted like moths to a flame, and people that do know him struggle to escape his presence like insects caught in a spider's web. Bryce also says whatever comes to mind, and doesn't worry about how his words might affect the people around him. He's just used to speaking his mind and expects that others will have the same thick skin and won't be affected, just as he wouldn't be. However, he's not trying to be insensitive, and he would never set out to intentionally hurt someone. Most of his criticisms come from his desire for everyone to be happy and comfortable around him, and he believes that making jokes, even at one's own expense, can create a lighthearted atmosphere. He just does what he thinks others would do to make him feel relaxed. When he does something wrong and accidentally hurts someone, he'll over-analyze what he could have possibly done or said until the problem is so exhausted, that the victim of Bryce's teasing feels worse about making him beat himself up. Overall, Bryce is oblivious to his surroundings and acts like the king of the nerds, but all he needs are a few friends who accept him for who he is - quirks, thick skull, and all.
my fears are...
astraphobia → fear of thunder and lightning
gerontophobia → fear of growing old
traumatophobia → fear of getting physically injured
i like...
↳debating sci-fi movies
↳analyzing sci-fi movies
↳building tech from sci-fi movies
↳movie marathons
↳acting
↳being dramatic about nothing and everything
↳cappuccinos
↳making t-shirts
↳warmth
↳signing headshots
i dislike...
↳people who don't give 100%
↳indecisiveness
↳having to "tone it down"
↳studying for school
↳reading long scripts
↳the people who try to kick him out of convention centers
↳the cold
↳pain
↳being in the underworld
↳decaf anything
i'm good at...
↳building anything i see from a sci-fi movie
↳helping others
↳overanalyzing every situation
i'm bad at...
↳asking for help
↳knowing when i should stop being dramatic
↳being dependable in a fight
my quirks are...
↳i need creative chaos in order to build anything or be useful to the team
↳skill analysis: TECH WHIZ AND SHADOW TRAVELER↲
↳fighting style → cowering in a corner
↳weapon of choice → technology
↳most useful when → building weapons before a fight or in the underworld calling for backup
↳teamwork ♥♥♥♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
my strengths are...
↳sci-fi knowledge. i've watched so many movies and built so many things from them that i have a vast knowledge of every sci-fi-like object or concept.
↳building. anything i see in a sci-fi movie that involves technology, i can build, or at least theorize. max can make it real if i make a detailed blueprint.
my weaknesses are...
↳asking for help. that's why i'm always in danger and someone has to come save me. i'm not embarrassed to say that, either, because i'm the backbone of this team's transportation system (and also its brain).
i got my skills...
↳when i was 22
↳at a sci-fi convention
↳i found out when i got so mad at some know-it-all that i decided to build a freeze ray to show him how it would, theoretically, work. i thought it was just a model, and that something like that couldn't actually exist, but i actually froze him in the parking lot. as for my underworld abilities... i can only do that when i'm asleep. i've been traveling between the two worlds for as long as i can remember, but i thought they were recurring dreams. when i met isabel, i was actually transported to the underworld to fight the shadow demons.
↳i first fought a shadow demon
demonic tendencies🌕
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟I have a problem with the script. If I saw an actual lightsaber, I wouldn't 'stare at it in awe.' I'd steal it.„↲
↳"Left, left, go left you idiot!" Rigby screamed at Bryce as the pixelated monster on the screen wielded a large club and decapitated the boys' avatars. Rigby shouted out in frustration as Bryce crumpled to the floor, head in his hands and shoulders shaking from suppressed laughter. For as long as Bryce could remember, it had always been like this. Born in April, the first people he saw were women. He never saw, much less knew, his father, and felt responsible for and close to his mother as a result. They lived in a small terraced house just 10 minutes outside of London, one out of 30 on their block alone. Bryce was always a people person and a people-pleaser, and showed a great love for the stage even as a toddler. Some of his older neighbors can still recall Bryce leaping from his window and scrambling up to the slanted rooftops, cape blowing through the wind and papier-mâché sword getting caught in the narrow gaps between each house. Bryce's mother, Aduka, was nervous about raising a child in a country foreign to her, but her son always showed her the silver lining even in the darkest of clouds.
It's impossible to talk about Bryce without mentioning Star Wars, or any science fiction, for that matter. When he was four, "Episode I: The Phantom Menace" of the Star Wars franchise had just been released. Enthralled by the bright colors he saw advertised on TV, coupled with the appearance of lightsabers in local shops, Bryce fell in love with the magic of film, especially those films that transported you into a fantastical dimension and allowed you to live any life you wanted. Bryce quickly made friends with two other boys that lived on his block after he confidently walked out of his house and down the street, wielding a bright blue lightsaber that his mother had saved up for weeks to buy. Rigby and Sandford introduced Bryce to video games when they became older, and the three would sneak between the hidden spaces and dusty gaps of each house to play video games and reenact popular sci-fi movie scenes in the attic of the landlord's building. Bryce continues to attribute his "best qualities" to running across the rooftops with his two best friends, and thanks his mother every day for allowing him to live such a "dangerous" life.
Thus, Bryce had a fairly normal childhood, but became even more involved in film when he somehow became involved in every stage production sponsored by his elementary, middle, and high school. Due to constant rehearsals, his grades suffered, but Rigby and Sandford ended up doing Bryce's grunt work for him, especially in high school. He ended up fully pursuing his passion in his senior year, applying to the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art after dreaming about being enrolled there for so many years. Aduka never pressured Bryce about his grades (she knew he wasn't doing most of his work, anyway) she saw how comfortable he was on the stage and knew that was where he belonged. Encouraged and supported for his entire life, it's no wonder Bryce is so adamant to make everyone else around him happy and pleased, even if he's not.
Bryce's "shadow traveler" abilities were revealed to him upon first meeting Isabel and being transported directly into Hell after fainting. He had been having recurring dreams where he traveled between the mortal world and the underworld for as long as he could remember, but always thought this was a chronic side effect of watching too many movies and playing too many video games. He's never told anyone else about his shadow traveling, not even Rigby or Sandford. If there's one thing Bryce hates more than people telling him he can't do something, it's people not believing him after he proves that he can, in fact, perform the act being questioned. This ability is way too weird for anyone to believe him, and he can't prove it unless they're dead to some degree, so he knows not to bother. The dreams have gotten more realistic as he's gotten older, leading to screaming in the middle of the night. Worried, Aduka sent Bryce to some psychologists, who attributed these recurring nightmares to his fantasy addiction and prescribed less movie analysis. Outraged, Bryce spent more and more time online and at conventions, trying to find out more about himself and how to better control these abilities.
After first enrolling in LAMDA, Bryce built a working freeze ray after trying to prove himself to someone wearing a terrible Chewbacca costume in the parking lot of sci-fi convention. Shaken, he turned to Rigby and Sandford for advice. Like true friends, they labeled him a "tech whiz" upon finding no Latin or scientific term for Bryce's abilities, and told him to create more guns and weapons - objects that were supposed to be fictional and exist only in sci-fi movies. Repeated success freaked Bryce out to the point where he switched from a full-time to a part-time student at LAMDA, in order to devote more energy to figuring out the extent of his true abilities and spend more time debating the abundance of sci-fi movies that are now in existence. Now in his final year at LAMDA, the only people that know of Bryce's abilities are the DTMST, Rigby, Sandford, and Bryce's thousands of followers, though none of the latter believe him.
the ones i love... family
↳aduka braden → 42 → mother → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
the ones i like... friends
↳isabel floyd →26437 → friend →deceasedalive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡
↳cassandra amelia babington the iii → 22 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡
↳max neofytos antonis → 28 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡
↳mina yi → 19 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡
↳daniel markov → 29 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡♡
↳rigby clark → 23 → best friend, gaming buddy → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡
↳sandford burns → 22 → friend, gaming buddy → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡
the ones i hate... enemies
↳none as of the present
the soundtrack to my life
september → earth, wind & firethe star wars suite → the danish national symphony orchestraescape (the piña colada song) → rupert holmes
demonic tendencies🌕
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟I don't know if this is because I have, like, powers or whatever, but I'm sensing that you're a bitch.„↲
cassandra [ english "to shine" ]
amelia [ german "work" ]
babington [ english "settlement" ]
call me cassie ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
female → xx chromosome
22 → december 22
capricorn → fire rat
london, england → british
heterosexual → narcissist and also no man is good enough
i look like adelaide kane
dark brown → waist length → slightly wavy but mostly straight
hazel → 5'7 → 115 lbs.
freckles ✗
tattoos ✓
↳a camera → inside of right wrist
scars ✗
birthmarks ✓
↳slowly-pulsating circle → left palm
↳constantly-spinning circle → right palm
glasses ✗
piercings ✓
↳ear piercings → three on each ear, from the top to the lobe
↳Imagine the most popular girl in high school, and what she wore. Did she start trends? Did she force others to conform without even trying? If you answered yes to either of these questions, you're probably thinking of someone similar to Cassie. Maybe it's because of her personality and forward-thinking (though it could be due to her influential occupation and lifestyle) but Cassie is always on-trend. If she's not following the latest fashions, she's starting them. Thus, her basic style changes almost on a monthly basis, so she's always wearing something new, regardless of whether or not she feels comfortable in it, or even likes the trend. Being seen is Cassie's job, and she makes sure her clothes say that about her. However, her signature color is red, and you can always find a red accent here and there, no matter what the latest color fads are. When it comes to comfort, Cassie doesn't really care, provided that she looks gorgeous in whichever pictures she posts online. Yet, Cassie has found that she gets the most likes and appearances when she's clad in skinny jeans, booties or a strappy heel, and an oversized sweater. When she's at home or in the safehouse, you can usually find her in this attire. When she's out and about, though... it's all up to the people and what they deem trendy at the moment.
Cassie's not really sure what kind of makeup looks best on her; she's been made up from natural beauty to Amazonian goddess, but makeup has never been her "thing." She's been told that a more natural look suits her already flawless features, so she tends to lean towards this style when posting selfies, or on the rare occasion that she can influence her stylists. Some say that dark, smoky eyes look better with Cassie's face, while others contend that it's all about a popping lip color. Again, Cassie's all about trends, so whichever look gets her the most likes is the one she'll be wearing for the weeks to come (at least until she gets bored with it).
Clothes are the people's choice, but Cassie's accessories are her own. An avid lover and collector of gold, Cassie has traveled the world and has always come back home with a bag full of new jewelry. (Ever since she's been living in New York, she's been accompanied by a hefty VAT refund, as well.) Cassie loves big statements, and feels everything to the extreme. This can be seen in her everyday looks, which are complete with a funky, geometric necklace, bangles upon bangles climbing up her arm, a few knuckle rings, and her signature ruby-and-gold hoops. When she walks, she wants to be both seen and heard. She's also grown up with having some of the most expensive and luxurious items at her disposal, so she's used to maintaining a certain lifestyle. Now that it's her job to look good, she can't refuse the latest ring or leather jacket, but deep down, it's not really her style.
demonic tendencies🌕
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟I feed on the low self-esteem of those uglier than myself. So, go ahead and ♫hate me 'cause I'm beautiful♫.„↲
↳Cassie feels everything to the extreme, and will let anyone caring to listen know about it. Her job is to always look and feel good, so any emotions she bottles up inside about feeling fake and hating what she does come out at the most inopportune moments. Cassie has always worn her heart on her sleeve and has always been very talkative, earning her the nickname "Babbly Babington" when she was in elementary school. Never popular until her last few years of high school, Cassie has suppressed her childhood memories to the point where, if she tries to remember anything from her younger years, all she hears are the schoolchildren taunting, "Babbly Babington, come out to play / Babbly Babington, crying all day." Because of this, Cassie's most vulnerable point are her childhood memories, and you'll get a slap in the face if you dare to mention so much as her old Myspace account. Cassie has built up a very strong wall around her, and uses fashion, threats, and sarcasm to hide her true feelings from others. Constantly in the public eye, she's learned to separate her inner self from her outer self, and throws everything she has into fueling a new trend or planning the next big event. Cassie's not much of an observer - she's a leader and a doer, and doesn't understand when people don't see how her way is the best (and only) way. She doesn't care if they're in the middle of a battle; she'll stop, put her hands on her hips, and start a heated debate with any member of the DTMST if they dare question her decision-making abilities. Her powers make her a strong and formidable opponent, as well. Not very strong physically, but a powerhouse mentally, Cassie is hard to reach, but will never let go once her walls come down. She also loves being treated like a princess. Even since she found out that she has a distant connection to royalty, her ego has been well-fed, and her family members and friends have suffered as a result.
Though she may pick a fight with anyone over nothing at all, Cassie gives great advice to her friends, and would go down into the depths of Hell for those she cares about. Her need to stay grounded feeds into her clingy nature, and her need for validation seems to grow with each post and public appearance. However, she has her better days - days when everything is alright, and she's corrected at least 10 people's grammar. Well-educated and properly trained to be photographed and interviewed at any possible moment, Cassie's back is always straight, her clothes always match, and her head always faces forward. She'll take it upon herself to learn a few phrases of a language as a simple courtesy to foreign designers and marketing teams, yet never takes the fall or the blame for something she could have caused. Cassie's not afraid to pin the blame on anyone but herself, and always speaks her mind, even more so when people beg her to be quiet. In addition, she has a flaring temper (one journalist called it a fire hazard) that's hard to control once it comes out. All she needs is to hear "you're right" and a pat on the back, and she'll be back to her normal, bossy self. However, she often butts heads with the other members of the team because of this aspect of her personality, resulting in drawn-out fights and Cassie's least favorite way of fueling the fire - the silent treatment.
Cassie also loves anything new. As a social media influencer, she has to keep up with the latest fashions and hot gossip topics in order to stay relevant and popular. Looking back distracts her and frays her fragile bond with reality, so she focuses on the future and the big picture to see where she fits into the grand scheme of the job, of the team, and of her own life. Cassie doesn't believe in destiny, either; she believes in bold statements and a smart-mouth attitude to get her through the day. Always on the go, Cassie has learned that she hates small talk. Even when making appearances, she gets right down to the juicy and deep questions, and will cut an interview short if they've been talking about her latest photoshoot or how her hair holds up in the humidity for the past five minutes. Some days, Cassie doesn't want to be noticed, and is desperate for human attention, so she aimlessly wanders through the safehouse - isolated from the Internet with her only companion being herself. She'll talk to others about her feelings (which are never small or something she can ignore) to no end; the best thing to do is listen. She'll be a different person in the morning.
Nosy and constantly nurturing an inflated ego and superiority complex, Cassie doesn't seem like the nicest person on the outside. However, she'll take one for the team - if it works out for the best, she'll take all the credit. If it doesn't work out too well, she was never there and was the first person to scold the perpetrators. Cassie is an open book as soon as she opens her heart to you, and can be a great shoulder to cry on, provided you don't get the outfit she spent an hour picking out that morning wet with your tears.
my fears are...
cryophobia → fear of extreme cold, ice, or frost
agliophobia → fear of pain
i like...
↳warmth
↳bonfires
↳sewing
↳anything new
↳the color red
↳mirrors
↳scrolling through her various feeds
↳libraries
↳making decisions for the team
↳other cultures
i dislike...
↳the cold
↳pain
↳decisions that harm the team
↳anything old-fashioned
↳unfashionable people
↳small talk
↳night terrors
↳pastels
↳sudden loud noises
↳people that disregarding her opinions
i'm good at...
↳making quick decisions
↳posting just enough to stay relevant and trendy
↳choosing the right accessories for any outfit
i'm bad at...
↳keeping my temper under control
↳small talk
↳explaining my decisions to others if they don't get it
my quirks are...
↳night terrors
↳being unable to stop myself from correcting someone's grammar
↳skill analysis: REALITY PROJECTOR AND MIND-BENDER↲
↳fighting style → neat and "trendy"
↳weapon of choice → hands that "spit magic"
↳most useful when → in a fight with multiple enemies
↳teamwork ♥♥♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
my strengths are...
↳altering reality and controlling minds. i think this is, like, really cool. when faced with a supernatural enemy, my left hand alters both their and my perception of reality, so they're fighting in my world where i'm the best. my right hand controls minds, but i can only use one power with another. i can't alter reality without controlling their minds, and i can't control their minds without altering reality. all i can do to control them is sense resistance and try to push it back, but they can see what i want them to see, so they disappear from the real world and enter my fighting ring. it's like what professor x does in x-men: apocalypse.
my weaknesses are...
↳superiority complex. this has been pointed out to me many times, and it honestly doesn't bother me, but it seems to get max and bryce all huffy, so i'm listing it as a weakness.
↳short period of time in which i can fight. using my powers for longer than 6 minutes drains me, so i'm out of a fight pretty quick. that's why i'm more useful with multiple people to fight; i can bring all the enemies into my world, as well as one or two members of the dtmst, and we kick serious ass.
i got my skills...
↳when i was 17
↳at some abandoned warehouse
↳i found out when i went with my ex-boyfriend to an abandoned warehouse because he thought it would be "fun." he got spooked by something falling somewhere in the warehouse and ditched me. i was about to follow him when this huge avalanche of rock and mud hurtles toward me. it was going to hit me when it just stops mid-air and parts for some dude in a wizard's costume. he told me that the avalanche wasn't real, that he could alter reality, that i could alter reality, and then we ended up in the middle of the ocean... long story short, he waved his hands and "bestowed" these markings on my palms that can project illusions and alter reality.
↳i first fought a demonic princess
demonic tendencies🌕
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟How do we know what's real if we allow ourselves to live in our fantasies?„↲
↳The only sounds that could be heard that afternoon except for the horrid downpour were that of a screaming child. Quickly swaddled and taken to a separate wing of the mansion, the newborn girl had already experienced a feeling she would come to be very familiar with - isolation. Only her mother cared for her at first, picking herself up despite the midwife's gentle pleading for her to stay in bed and rest and going to her crying child. Cassie's older brother, Sebastian, was away at their grandparent's house in the countryside at the time, his parents not wanting him to see Cassie until he understood the responsibilities that came with being an older brother. Helena, Cassie's mother, always placed such symbolic emphasis on simple tasks and ideas, while her husband, Jack, was much more practical and quick-minded. Cassie was always more like Jack, even in childhood - always speaking her mind, always solving the problem before it even began. When Sebastian finally came home, 7-year old Cassie was being scolded for painting the walls of the entire third story a rainbow of colors. He stood at the end of the hallway, a mature and solemn 8-year old, and Cassie ran to hug him as though she had known him for years. That same year, Aliana was born, yet she was always considered the black sheep of the family. Cassie and Sebastian were simply too similar, too close. They explored the house and surrounding streets together for years, almost never leaving one another's side. They conquered their small London neighborhood, and wreaked havoc in the English countryside, to their grandparent's dismay. After a school project in which Cassie was meant to research her family tree, the Babington family learned that they were not only rich from Jack's grandfather's steel empire, but were also distant descendants of an 18th-century British Earl thought to have no living members of his bloodline. Cassie and Sebastian, filled with glee and airs of superiority, finally became popular at school. Sebastian was always gloomy at school, and Cassie talked too much, revealing her secrets to everyone in the most embarrassing ways. With their newfound riches, a healthy toddler keeping everyone young, and only good things to report from school every day, the Babington clan thought it couldn't get any better. What they didn't count on was their situation getting worse.
A thump, a scream, the rustle of fabric. Helena rushed into the room, skirts billowing about her, and immediately erupted into silent sobs alongside Cassie, who had fallen asleep next to the bed and was knocked unconscious by the intruder. Aliana had been taken. Devastated, the entire family fell apart. Jack's mother fell ill with grief, followed by the death of both of Helena's parents from shock and despair. Cassie became unfeeling, talking nonsense to anyone who would listen, most often to herself. Sebastian became hardened with anger, swearing that he would find whoever committed this crime. He routinely got into fights both at school and on the street; not even 15-year old Cassie clutching onto his jeans and begging him to stop, for Aliana's sake, could sway him. Jack, fed up with his eldest's behavior, finally sent him away to boarding school. The night he left, Cassie experienced her first night terror - a night filled with dreamless sleep and restless thrashing and yelling, until she would wake up in the morning, cheeks stained with tears and body covered in a cold sweat. Helena called it a curse and saw every herbal and witch doctor she knew. No remedy helped, and thus, the problem was soon forgotten by all.
Cassie's younger cousin, Elizabeth Anne Halia, lived next door, and became Cassie's partner in crime when it came to her nighttime escapes and adventures. Cassie became reckless as a teenager, acting out at night and never sleeping, only to stall the inevitable night terrors. Elizabeth, fearing that Cassie would delve deeper into her troubles, introduced her to a new boy at school, who was immediately entranced by her careless attitude and mysterious aura.
Their fourth date took place on Halloween night, when he led Cassie to an abandoned warehouse in the countryside. Spooked by a distant noise in the warehouse, he ditched Cassie, leaving her with no flashlight and a broken heart. An avalanche of rock and a near-death experience later, Cassie met one of the last remaining reality projectors. He took her on a journey, describing the history of the reality projectors and mind-benders by encasing them in an illusion. When they returned to the warehouse, he told Cassie that he saw something different in her. Bestowing her with the circular marks on her palms, he lessened the effects of her night terrors by giving her the tools to use her innate abilities. She has since learned to subdue the violent shaking she experiences at night, and can also control her dreams, no matter how short they may be.
One of Cassie's favorite hobbies was fashion growing up, and she moved to New York after winning a free trip in order to pursue her passion and expand the audience for her fashion blog. A picture was taken of her while walking along the Manhattan streets, and instantly went viral, praising Cassie's figure and alluring aura that could be felt through phone and computer screens worldwide. Now a prominent and popular influencer on social media, Cassie is sometimes freaked out by the blurred line she balances on between illusion and reality. Everyone she meets is fake and only wants her fame and fortune, causing slight paranoia on Cassie's part. However, with the reality projector she met when she was 17 as her mentor, and a loyal team of friends in the DTMST, Cassie has learned to accept herself for who she is, even if her flaws outweigh her strengths.
the ones i love... family
↳sebastian babington → 23 → older brother → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡
↳helena babington → 36 → mother → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡
↳jack babington → 43 → father → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡
↳elizabeth anne halia → 20 → younger cousin → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡
↳aliana babington → 15 → younger sister → status unknown → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡
the ones i like... friends
↳isabel floyd →26437 → friend →deceasedalive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡♡
↳bryce braden → 23 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡♡
↳max neofytos antonis → 28 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♡♡♡♡♡♡
↳mina yi → 19 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡♡
↳daniel markov → 29 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡
↳alec frye → age unknown → mentor → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡
the ones i hate... enemies
↳none as of the present
the soundtrack to my life
look what you made me do → taylor swiftfriends → anne-marie & marshmellojoan of arc → little mix
demonic tendencies🌕
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟Tradition? What's that?„↲
max [ roman "greatest" ]
neofytos [ greek "newly planted" ]
antonis [ etruscan ]
call me ink master ♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡♡♡
male → xy chromosome
28 → february 7
aquarius → metal horse
santorini, greece → greek
pansexual → too flighty for commitment
i look like andy biersack
black with a white streak in front → ear length → shaved on the left but usually styled so that the remaining hair falls to the right side in the form of lots of cowlicks
light blue/grey → 6'0 → 153 lbs.
freckles ✗
tattoos ✓
↳two birds circling a pine tree → left side of neck
↳a replica of "the great wave off kanagawa" → left shoulder and left pec
↳the word "inked" → inside of left arm, from the middle of the arm to the wrist
↳a pair of cherries → right side of neck, towards the back
↳small greek flag → left ankle
↳the word "neo" → across the pointer, middle, and ring fingers of the left hand
↳the word "max" → across the pointer, middle, and ring fingers of the right hand
↳a tattoo gun writing on a piece of paper → right side, near the ribcage
↳a naked doll with a broken leg → back of the right calf
↳a chained-up horse → left side near the hips
↳various comic book superheroes → full sleeve on the right arm
scars ✓
↳very small scar → directly above the right eyebrow
birthmarks ✗
glasses ✗
piercings ✓
↳ear piercings → one in each lobe
↳tongue piercing → middle of the tongue
↳nose ring → right nostril
↳lip ring → left side of the bottom lip
↳here's where you can write about the character's style. try to stick to three short paragraphs: the first for clothing, the second for makeup, and the third for accessories. use the arrow only for the first paragraph.
demonic tendencies🌕
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟Aquaman is totally awesome! And if you can't see that, then you're a fucking Marvel fan!„↲
↳here we go. the personality section. this should be fairly long - you're using this template for writing and detailing, not necessarily posting, so take your time with this section! start from the outward traits in, like their most prominent traits and characteristics. then, go into their more closed-off feelings, or how they become when they experience emotions they don't normally feel. if you have a character who's sad and moody all the time, put their sadness and moodiness in the first paragraph, and then talk about how they become when they're happy, or what will make them happy. if they have other, prominent characteristics, like they're sad and moody but love to watch sports, talk about little, odd details like that towards the end.
my fears are...
first fear → what it is
second fear → what it is
third fear → what it is
i like...
↳put likes here in a bulleted form using these arrows. list up to 10 likes.
i dislike...
↳put dislikes here in a bulleted form using these arrows. list up to 10 dislikes.
i'm good at...
↳put strengths here in a bulleted form. list up to 3 strengths.
i'm bad at...
↳put weaknesses here in a bulleted form. list up to 3 weaknesses.
my quirks are...
↳put quirks, oddities, and eccentricities here in a bulleted form. if they need further explanation, use the → symbol. list up to 5 quirks.
↳skill analysis: INK MASTER↲
↳fighting style → loud and improvised
↳weapon of choice → small graphite pencil
↳most useful when → creating battle strategies and improvising during a fight
↳teamwork ♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡♡)
my strengths are...
↳put all strengths as a result of the character's skill here in a bulleted form. list as many as needed.
my weaknesses are...
↳put all weaknesses as a result of the character's skill here in a bulleted form. list as many as needed.
i got my skills...
↳when i was [place age here]
↳at [place location]
↳i found out [place the situation the character was in when they found out about their powers]
↳i first fought [place one of the dt villains here]
demonic tendencies🌕
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟I feel like the "good shit" meme today. I don't know what I'll feel like tomorrow, and I don't remember what I felt like yesterday, but I'm feeling like good shit today.„↲
↳HISTORY!!! finally. this section will probably be the longest of all, so definitely take your time with this one, even more than personality. try to start with the character's parents journey, don't do grandparents or third cousins unless absolutely necessary!! use the divider between parents/character background or between time leaps in the character background.
the ones i love... family
↳name of family member → age of family member → relationship → deceased or alive → use these hearts to show how much the character likes this person for a total of 10 hearts ♥ ♡
the ones i like... friends
↳isabel floyd →26437 → friend →deceasedalive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡
↳bryce braden → 23 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡
↳cassandra amelia babington → 28 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
↳mina yi → 19 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡
↳daniel markov → 29 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡
the ones i hate... enemies
↳name of enemy → age → relationship → deceased or alive → use these hearts to show how much the character likes this person for a total of 10 hearts ♥ ♡
the soundtrack to my life
deeper deeper → one ok rockblack dog → led zeppelinwelcome to the jungle → guns n' roses
demonic tendencies🌕
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟Why add to all the sadness in the world if we can choose, every day, to be happy?„↲
mina [ indian "fish" ]
last name [ chinese "plum" ]
call me mimi ♥♥♥♥♡♡♡♡♡♡
female → xx chromosome
19 → december 9
sagittarius → earth rabbit
busan, south korea → korean
heterosexual → single and too jittery to mingle
i look like lee jieun
black → shoulder length → bouncy bob with short bangs
light grey → 5'4 → 102 lbs.
freckles ✗
tattoos ✗
scars ✗ or ✓
↳how big it is, "faded" or "prominent" → where it is
birthmarks ✗ or ✓
↳what it is → where it is
glasses ✗ or ✓
↳full-time or reading → size, color, shape ("large, black squares" or "small, brown circles")
piercings ✗ or ✓
↳what kind of piercing ("silver nose ring" or "ear piercings") → where it is
↳here's where you can write about the character's style. try to stick to three short paragraphs: the first for clothing, the second for makeup, and the third for accessories. use the arrow only for the first paragraph.
demonic tendencies🌕
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟Don't tell me to summarize the lesson plan that I should have read a week ago and never did!„↲
↳here we go. the personality section. this should be fairly long - you're using this template for writing and detailing, not necessarily posting, so take your time with this section! start from the outward traits in, like their most prominent traits and characteristics. then, go into their more closed-off feelings, or how they become when they experience emotions they don't normally feel. if you have a character who's sad and moody all the time, put their sadness and moodiness in the first paragraph, and then talk about how they become when they're happy, or what will make them happy. if they have other, prominent characteristics, like they're sad and moody but love to watch sports, talk about little, odd details like that towards the end.
my fears are...
first fear → what it is
second fear → what it is
third fear → what it is
i like...
↳put likes here in a bulleted form using these arrows. list up to 10 likes. (sailor moon)
i dislike...
↳put dislikes here in a bulleted form using these arrows. list up to 10 dislikes.
i'm good at...
↳put strengths here in a bulleted form. list up to 3 strengths.
i'm bad at...
↳put weaknesses here in a bulleted form. list up to 3 weaknesses.
my quirks are...
↳put quirks, oddities, and eccentricities here in a bulleted form. if they need further explanation, use the → symbol. list up to 5 quirks.
↳skill analysis: ELEMENTAL WARD↲
↳fighting style → energetic and all over the place
↳weapon of choice → fire
↳most useful when → fighting and hyping up the rest of the team
↳teamwork ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡
my strengths are...
↳put all strengths as a result of the character's skill here in a bulleted form. list as many as needed.
my weaknesses are...
↳put all weaknesses as a result of the character's skill here in a bulleted form. list as many as needed.
i got my skills...
↳when i was [place age here]
↳at [place location]
↳i found out [place the situation the character was in when they found out about their powers]
↳i first fought [place one of the dt villains here]
demonic tendencies🌕
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟It's not you... it's your energy field.„↲
↳HISTORY!!! finally. this section will probably be the longest of all, so definitely take your time with this one, even more than personality. try to start with the character's parents journey, don't do grandparents or third cousins unless absolutely necessary!! use the divider between parents/character background or between time leaps in the character background.
the ones i love... family
↳name of family member → age of family member → relationship → deceased or alive → use these hearts to show how much the character likes this person for a total of 10 hearts ♥ ♡
the ones i like... friends
↳isabel floyd →26437 → friend →deceasedalive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡
↳bryce braden → 23 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡
↳cassandra amelia babington → 28 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡♡♡
↳max neofytos antonis → 28 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡
↳daniel markov → 29 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡
the ones i hate... enemies
↳name of enemy → age → relationship → deceased or alive → use these hearts to show how much the character likes this person for a total of 10 hearts ♥ ♡
the soundtrack to my life
power up → red velvetenergetic → wanna onewow → twice
demonic tendencies🌕
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟If they're not caught, cheaters always prosper.„↲
daniel [ hebrew "God is my judge" ]
markov [ russian "son of mark" ]
call me тень/shadow ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡
male → xy chromosome
29 → may 23
gemini → earth snake
st. petersburg, russia → russian/romanian
undecided sexuality → in love but not placing any bets
i look like sebastian stan
dark brown with dark blue and grey streaks → ear length → gelled and quiffed to the nines
steely blue → 6'2 → 172 lbs.
freckles ✗
tattoos ✗
scars ✗
birthmarks ✗
glasses ✓
↳specially equipped to cheat casino games → aviator style but with clear lenses and a black-rimmed top
piercings ✓
↳ear piercings → one in each lobe
↳Daniel's style is simple, elegant, and classy, but he always has a trick up his sleeve. With custom-made blazers and slacks always hugging his figure, it's no wonder that Daniel's body alone draws the eyes of both men and women. Clean shaven and outfitted with those chic and timeless aviator shades, Daniel's silhouette is the meaning of the word "mysterious." Close enough to make you want to reach out, but just dangerous enough to hold you back, Daniel's suits are never wrinkled and always look like they came straight from the dry cleaners, even though people always wonder how he has the time and money to always look so put together. It's rare to find Daniel in sweatpants, and outright absurd to see him in top without crisp, white buttons. His daily Oxfords are shined and almost reflective; Daniel wouldn't wear sandals to be comfortable even at his own funeral. His custom suits and the soles of his shoes have been outfitted to help him with his cheats and scams. For example, the bottom of his right heel contains a mini voice recorder that continually sends data to Daniel's encrypted computer, and the aglets on his left shoe emit highly lethal poisons when squeezed. A master of deceit and disguise, Daniel hides both his cards and his identity in his tight sleeves.
Daniel can appreciate the efforts and effects of makeup, but he's never tried it himself. His scams and lies depend on his accessories and the various subtleties of his outfit. His special aviator shades are the stuff of spy movies, complete with decoding abilities and facial recognition that can bring up anyone's background. Plus, he thinks they make him look stylish, and they darken when it's bright outside. Daniel's other secret weapon is his Rolex watch; with three time zones and a hand that counts down to the millisecond, it's no wonder Daniel is always on time. It also contains several poison-tipped darts and a blinding, flashing light for his... more dangerous endeavors. As far as cologne goes, Daniel always like smelling "mysterious," so he likes experimenting with your average musk scent and a secret, often sweet, concoction that smells different each time he makes it.
demonic tendencies🌕
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟If I'm an idiot, then you're a toidi, because whatever the hell you're thinking about me is backwards!„↲
↳here we go. the personality section. this should be fairly long - you're using this template for writing and detailing, not necessarily posting, so take your time with this section! start from the outward traits in, like their most prominent traits and characteristics. then, go into their more closed-off feelings, or how they become when they experience emotions they don't normally feel. if you have a character who's sad and moody all the time, put their sadness and moodiness in the first paragraph, and then talk about how they become when they're happy, or what will make them happy. if they have other, prominent characteristics, like they're sad and moody but love to watch sports, talk about little, odd details like that towards the end.
my fears are...
ornithophobia → fear of birds
i like...
↳cheating at casino games
↳games (especially card games)
↳cats
↳cabbage
↳sampling cologne
↳getting new "tech toys"
↳action/spy movies
↳sarcasm
↳freshly-pressed suits
↳sailing
i dislike...
↳birds
↳losing
↳large animals
↳jazz
↳overthinking
↳cop shows
↳being rejected
↳playing fair
↳horseradish
↳spicy food
i'm good at...
↳put strengths here in a bulleted form. list up to 3 strengths.
i'm bad at...
↳put weaknesses here in a bulleted form. list up to 3 weaknesses.
my quirks are...
↳put quirks, oddities, and eccentricities here in a bulleted form. if they need further explanation, use the → symbol. list up to 5 quirks.
↳skill analysis: MYRIADER AND MASKER↲
↳fighting style → cocky and hazardous
↳weapon of choice → watch containing poisonous darts
↳most useful when → bringing out the drinks after the enemy has been defeated or when multiple foes need to be eliminated at once
↳teamwork ♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡♡♡
my strengths are...
↳put all strengths as a result of the character's skill here in a bulleted form. list as many as needed.
my weaknesses are...
↳put all weaknesses as a result of the character's skill here in a bulleted form. list as many as needed.
i got my skills...
↳when i was [place age here]
↳at [place location]
↳i found out [place the situation the character was in when they found out about their powers]
↳i first fought [place one of the dt villains here]
demonic tendencies🌕
a template made by ariel (view spoiler)
↳‟So many fantastic pickup lines, so few women worthy of hearing them.„↲
↳HISTORY!!! finally. this section will probably be the longest of all, so definitely take your time with this one, even more than personality. try to start with the character's parents journey, don't do grandparents or third cousins unless absolutely necessary!! use the divider between parents/character background or between time leaps in the character background.
the ones i love... family
↳name of family member → age of family member → relationship → deceased or alive → use these hearts to show how much the character likes this person for a total of 10 hearts ♥ ♡
the ones i like... friends
↳isabel floyd →26437 → friend →deceasedalive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡♡
↳bryce braden → 23 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡
↳cassandra amelia babington → 28 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡
↳mina yi → 19 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡
↳max neofytos antonis → 28 → friend → alive → ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡
the ones i hate... enemies
↳name of enemy → age → relationship → deceased or alive → use these hearts to show how much the character likes this person for a total of 10 hearts ♥ ♡
the soundtrack to my life
hotel california → eaglessong link + title → artistsong link + title → artist
[ i’m him ]
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yes, i’m him
≡ [ sam allen [ hebrew "name of God" ≠ breton "little rock" ]
≡ [ 32 ] ≡ [ september 15 ] ≡ [ virgo ]
≡ [ omaha, nebraska ] ≡ [ american ]
≡ [ male [ no collabs yet ≡ heterosexual ]
≡ [ cheeseburger and disney enthusiast [ business studies teacher ]
≡ [original face ofchris evans ]
use the sun as my mirror, it's a good morning
≡ [ style!!! this is new to the template so maybe just do one paragraph, head-to-toe what they usually wear, how they style their hair, favorite accessory/makeup look, etc. ]
yeah, i’m tough, yeah, i’m the trend
≡ [ personality!! one paragraph pls ]
≡ [ likes ]
≡ [ dislikes ]
class is in session
≡ [ HISTORY I LOVE THIS PART THE MOST. just a few paragraphs, try to keep it under 5. start with the character herself, try not to go into the parents/grandparents/third cousin stories unless absolutely necessary. ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role [ deceased (this is an option) ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role ]
≡ [ american pie ≠ don mclean ][ (i can't get no) satisfaction ≠ the rolling stones ][ song link + title ≠ artist ]
[ i’m him ]
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yes, i’m him
≡ [ rosalinda "rosa" teresa alejandra débora ortiz [ latin "beautiful rose" ≠ greek "summer" ≠ greek "defending men" ≠ hebrew "bee" ≠ spanish "son of orti" ]
≡ [ 27 ] ≡ [ october 11 ] ≡ [ libra ]
≡ [ san antonio, texas ] ≡ [ spanish-american ]
≡ [ female [ romance collab with gwen ≡ heterosexual ]
≡ [ funky and spunky musicologist [ music teacher ]
≡ [original face ofselena gomez ]
use the sun as my mirror, it's a good morning
≡ [ Rosa's style is best described as what the late 80s looked like in one outfit. From sharp collars to jelly shoes, even smelling Rosa's fruity hairspray is like a blast from the past. Her go-to, daily outfit consists of a sleeveless silk shirt tucked into high-waisted ripped jeans. Rosa also has a bright red sweater knit by her mother that she ties around her neck for colder days. Rosa's eyesight isn't bad (rather, she has 20/20 vision), but she has a pair of cat-eye glasses with frames that stretch up to her hairline. They're also bedazzled and full of colored Sharpie patterns, but have no actual lenses. Rosa is of average height, so she doesn't have any need for high heels, so you can usually see her with jelly shoes on the warmer days and Keds for the colder months. As for makeup, Rosa's signature look consists of bright green eyeshadow and a full, glossy, bright red lip. Her hair done up to look like a beehive and sprayed 10 times over with the strongest hairspray money can buy, it's no wonder Rosa's favorite movie is "Back to the Future." ]
yeah, i’m tough, yeah, i’m the trend
≡ [ Often called the "black sheep" of her loud, fiery Spanish family, Rosa has always found comfort in her own interests, no matter how far removed they are from her family's wishes. However, Rosa can be loud, just about her own passions. She doesn't care if the people around her even listen to her ramblings; she'll talk about one subject for days just to hear someone talk about it. Once Rosa starts something, she can't let it go, and has to exhaust every angle and try every possible solution before she (albeit reluctantly) forgets about it. In addition, Rosa is very trusting and makes friends very easily. However, she is easily taken advantage of because of this trait, though she's found that her students and family are always there to back her up and protect her in times of need. Even if you're a total stranger, Rosa is there with a cup of coffee and a head full of musical fun facts to cheer you up immediately. Always positive, Rosa can always find a silver lining, no matter how dreary or hopeless the situation may seem. Full of spunk, Rosa drinks sunshine rays in the morning and stays energetic long enough to lend an ear to a student, fellow teacher, or bum on the street. ]
≡ [ likes starburst, music, grading assignments, theater, tinted glasses]
≡ [ dislikes negative people, no soundtracks, flat hair, anything one-dimensional, camping ]
≡ [ items a sweater knit by her mother, a charm bracelet full of music-related charms, her father's guitar ]
class is in session
≡ [ Rosa's mother, Esmerelda, swears that she came out smiling because she was born before 9:00 AM. Rosa grew up around such old wives' tales and stories, but they only intrigued her - the older she got, the more fantastical they became. Rosa attributes her ability to trust anything and anyone to the stories told by her mother and aunts, but it's always good to have a little whimsy in one's life. Growing up in San Antonio, Texas, there wasn't a lot of whimsy, what with Rosa's father constantly working in the fields for mediocre pay and a severely bent back. When Rosa was four, Esmerelda's father passed, leaving her to house her three heartbroken and widowed sisters in a small and cramped space. However, there was lots of land. When Rosa wasn't taking care of her aunts, she was sitting in the fields, listening to the sounds of nature whistle by her ears and rustle her dress. Never complaining and always willing to help, Rosa grew up feeling responsible and accountable for everything that could have possibly happened in their small home. The only thing that kept her grounded was her father's calloused fingers strumming a traditional flamenco rhythm on a generations-old guitar and his low, gravelly voice telling her that it will all be better soon. When Rosa was eight and sat by her mother, watching her knit and trying to mimic her delicate hand movements, her father came through the door, took off his hat, and announced that he was leaving.
Evidently, he had noticed Esmerelda's growing stomach and assumed the worst. Esmeralda, falling into a deep depression and feeling no love or support from her sisters, had had a mad affair with one of her husband's fellow co-workers a few months back, hoping it would clear her head and allow her to see right from wrong. Sadly, the new baby boy had to shoulder the burdens of being the man of the house, and Rosa had to watch her father walk across the fields late in the night. Always the closest to her father out of all of the women she lived with, Rosa found his guitar hidden under the bed she shared with one of her aunts, with a small note reading, "It will get better soon."
Esmerelda desperately wanted her daughter to go to college. Rosa's life as a student was always the same, as not much happened in the local public school for the 18 years Rosa stayed there. One music teacher told Rosa she had a "gift," despite never hearing her play or sing, and told her to listen to some old records for inspiration. Yet, Rosa's inspiration was found in the small charms sent to her by her father each year on her birthday. She never knew where they came from; she simply added them onto her bracelet and spent the eve of her birthday wondering who else out there thought she had a gift for music. However, Rosa's mother knew, and wanted her daughter to go into finance, in order to persuade the bank to let go of the acres of land the Ortiz family lived on. Rosa's younger brother, Felipe, was considered a "lost cause," always getting into trouble and having one of his aunts bail him out of the local jail every other month. When he disappeared for three months, Rosa was the only one who wept, praying silently and feverishly all night for him to come home safe. The night she turned 17, Felipe snuck in through her window, handing her a cup of coffee, and told her that her father had returned to Barcelona but told everyone that his daughter was a famous musician to avoid being labeled as a member of that sad, San Antonio family he had left behind a decade before.
Rosa doesn't remember much of her graduation - she ran away with Felipe when he returned, only placing a chaste kiss on her mother's forehead and wiping away the tears that came over her when she heard her mother wailing from an acre away. Already accepted to the University of Texas in San Antonio on a full scholarship, Rosa lived with her brother and his "colorful" friends for three months in the back of a jumpstarted pickup truck until she could move into the dorms. With only her father's guitar and the clothes on her back, Rosa knew that she would never be able to leave if she returned home. With a music major, Rosa entered college with raw talent and a moldable mind, steering her to obtain her master's in musicology at UCLA. Felipe moved with her to California, yet became involved in a "wrong place, wrong time" case, sending him to prison for five years. Rosa, having just started classes, told Felipe that she would drop out and help him, but he stood up, placed his hand on the glass that separated them, and told her that it would all get better soon.
After graduating, Rosa caught the eye and ear of a TA from Aldridge Academy in Scotland, leading her here, where she's been working as a music teacher for two, going on three, years. She believes that this is the life she was born to live - Rosa adores what she does and her students love her just as much as she encourages them. Always smiling and willing to lend a hand (or sit down for coffee), Rosa has moved on from her life in San Antonio, but wears her father's guitar on her back and carries her aunts' names with pride. ]
≡ [ esmerelda victoria ortiz ≠ mother ]
≡ [ basilio felipe ortiz ≠ father ]
≡ [ teresa abigail ortiz ≠ aunt ]
≡ [ alejandra isabel ortiz ≠ aunt ]
≡ [ débora cristina ortiz ≠ aunt ]
≡ [ felipe renaldo ortiz ≠ younger brother ]
≡ [ james moore ≠ future romance [ collab with gwen ]
≡ [ mckenzie finley ross ≠ student/friend [ collab with red ]
≡ [ jung suji ≠ student/friend [ collab with cosmic ]
≡ [ don cortès maya ≠ rafael cortés ][ bailando ≠ enrique iglesias ft. descemer bueno, gente de zona ][ seven nation army ≠ the white stripes ]
[ i’m him ]
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yes, i’m him
≡ [ alyssa aldridge [ german "noble sort" ≠ old english "alder dwelling" ]
≡ [ 16 ] ≡ [ march 16 ] ≡ [ aries ]
≡ [ scotland ] ≡ [ scottish ]
≡ [ female [ romance collab with red ≡ heterosexual ]
≡ [ wannabe troublemaker and science geek ]
≡ [original face ofdanielle campbell ]
use the sun as my mirror, it's a good morning
≡ [ Alyssa wants nothing more than to be feared by the other year 11 kids, and her style represents this end goal of hers. Alyssa loves her leather jackets and black boots, but her jackets are as soft as butter and her boots are 3 inches tall, at best. Always wearing a graphic shirt with some science joke or comic book character on it, Alyssa will get into heated debates with those who question her choice of attire. At her core, Alyssa's all about comfort and, well, if she can be comfortable and nerdy, she's hit the fashion jackpot. Alyssa's used to having access to high-end and expensive clothes, but she's a sweet, dorky girl at heart. Though she tries, her thick black eyeliner and dark lipstick never leave a good impression, and don't make her feel confident. Interested more in neutral colors and baby pink accents, Alyssa's "femininity" shows in both her actions and outfits. Alyssa may want to be a troublemaker, but you'd never guess this by her "the physics is theoretical but the fun is real" sweatshirt she got at STEM camp. ]
yeah, i’m tough, yeah, i’m the trend
≡ [ personality!! one paragraph pls ]
≡ [ likes astrophysics, camping, coffee, stickers, snow ]
≡ [ dislikes the beach, metal music, gum, Rules, bland food ]
class is in session
≡ [ HISTORY I LOVE THIS PART THE MOST. just a few paragraphs, try to keep it under 5. start with the character herself, try not to go into the parents/grandparents/third cousin stories unless absolutely necessary. ]
≡ [ roman aldridge ≠ older brother ]
≡ [ marcus aldridge ≠ father ]
≡ [ mckenzie finley ross#rolyssa≠ romance ]
≡ [ mila jameson ≠ friend ]
≡ [ how high the moon ≠ ella fitzgerald ][ fly me to the moon ≠ frank sinatra ][ radar detector ≠ darwin deez ]
[ i’m him ]
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yes, i’m him
≡ [ sabrina opal parks [ welsh "the river severn" ≠ sanskrit "jewel" ≠ greek "stone" ]
≡ [ 17 ] ≡ [ january 31 ] ≡ [ aquarius ]
≡ [ key west, florida ] ≡ [ french-american ]
≡ [ female [ collab with leena ≡ "what is a... how you say... seXUaLIty???" ]
≡ [ conspiracy theory fanatic ]
≡ [original face ofvanessa morgan ]
use the sun as my mirror, it's a good morning
≡ [ Sabrina loves her beanies. Whether she finds them in store, online, or on the side of the street, Sabrina's got a collection that would make even Jughead jealous. Claiming that they're for comfort, everyone knows that she just can't dye the top of her head as well as her tips, so she hides her scalp and directs attention to her bright, well-done neon strands instead. However, Sabrina hates routine and people who wear the same thing everyday, so beanies are her only staple clothing item. Otherwise, she's an eccentric, overwhelming mix of skirts with jeans, stockings with dresses, and things that look like tinfoil paired with things that look like plastic. A major supporter of both thrift stores and local artists, much of Sabrina's clothes are unique and "vintage," but she loves a good joke or graphic on any clothing item, be it on the back of a pair of shorts or on the sole of a pair of sneakers. Loving the stage, Sabrina has always loved to dress up, so she wears a lot of costume jewelry, even when she's not going anywhere. Essentially, her clothes speak volumes about her personality... and her personality can surely be described as voluminous. ]
yeah, i’m tough, yeah, i’m the trend
≡ [ Sabrina has been described as many things - eccentric, weird, odd, interesting, unique, etc. However, Sabrina is affected by very little. Able to turn almost anything into a compliment, Sabrina has developed an unusually thick skin for someone with a history as quiet and uncomplicated as hers. A walking history textbook and conspiracy theory analyst, Sabrina's got a head of fun and useless facts that can either cheer you up or make you confused; either way, you'll probably look back on it with a chuckle of fondness. Sabrina is also a huge theater nerd, but has many insecurities when it concerns her acting and brand-new theories, so she constantly looks for validation wherever she can find it. Sabrina's easy to get along with, though, and has many friends that she can call up to ditch class and maybe take a nap with, too. Sabrina also hates routines; they "clutter" her style and make her aura more structured. Carefree, open-minded Sabrina absolutely hates any kind of structure, so she lets herself go with the flow, whether this concerns feelings or class schedules. She wears a different shirt every day (she claims she has 365 and goes thrifting at the end of the year so that she never wears the same thing twice) and dyes her hair at least bi-weekly. Sabrina's other, minor passion lies in music, especially the bass guitar. Wanting to seem mysterious but ultimately failing because she wants to share too many alien facts with you, Sabrina would love to tell you about her band that never plays any gigs and the members of which never show up, but she can't because... well, they're trying to uphold a certain "vibe." And with Sabrina, she can tell anyone's vibe. ]
≡ [ likes aliens, theater, amusement parks, finding new local artists, playing the bass ]
≡ [ dislikes beef, books, running out of hair dye, routines, glue ]
class is in session
≡ [ Sabrina was born to be in theater; perhaps this is because she was born in the backstage of the Key West Theater in Florida. Her mother, Elizabeth, was an avid fan of the theater yet never performed, simply watched. She was entranced by the electricity in the air whenever a performer extended an arm towards the audience, or the magic sparks that visibly swirled around the audience during the buildup to the final song. ]
≡ [ finn liu ≠ friend ]
≡ [ jace underling ≠ lover ]
≡ [ relative/relation ≠ role ]
≡ [ tous les mêmes ≠ stromae ][ e.t ≠ toy-box ][ yoshimi battles the pink robots pt. 1 ≠ the flaming lips ]
[ i’m him ]
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yes, i’m him
≡ [ theodore "teddy" winton [ greek "gift of God" ≠ old english "enclosure belonging to wine/friend" ]
≡ [ 18 ] ≡ [ august 14 ] ≡ [ leo ]
≡ [ manchester, england ] ≡ [ british ]
≡ [ male [ no collabs yet ≡ heterosexual ]
≡ [ egotistical and rich rugby player ]
≡ [original face ofaaron johnson ]
use the sun as my mirror, it's a good morning
≡ [ Teddy dresses just as you would imagine any rich, spoiled brat would dress - it's uniforms, blazers, and slacks all day, every day. Teddy's face often reveals his innermost feelings, yet no matter how depressed or angry he may be inside, his clothes always reflect a sophisticated and intellectually superior young man, ready to take on any challenge life can throw at him. Even when he plays rugby, Teddy keeps his trusty tie on, and he wouldn't be caught dead wearing even a stripe of bright, fun colors. As a boy, Teddy was always dressed to impress, yet the only people he ever met were... mature, and dressed that way all the time as a habit. Now, it's Teddy's habit to wear only school-provided uniforms, or suits that he gets custom-made at the family tailor shop. His favorite color is a rich navy, so, naturally, his entire closet consists of this one color, with some black and white thrown in for his more "reckless" days. In addition, even though he smokes, drinks, and performs a multitude of activities that would require his blazer to be off and his sleeves rolled up to maximize comfort, Teddy would rather burn an entire suit than wrinkle it. ]
yeah, i’m tough, yeah, i’m the trend
≡ [ If you called Teddy an ass, he'd say "thank you." It's not that he can see the positive in everything, he's just very dense and insults bounce off of him as though he were bulletproof. Teddy is very gifted in the STEM subjects, especially mathematics and statistics, and can be reasonably labeled as a "know-it-all" and a "show off" when it comes to solving complex problems or correcting his professors. You can always find Teddy in his neatly pressed suit, draped over three bleacher rows or with his feet on another student's desk, answering questions with questions of his own and running circles around his classmates, all with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a perfectly gelled cowlick. Teddy likes to call himself mature, but he's really just a spoiled punk who likes doing things that should get him in trouble but never do. Teddy also loves challenges and embraces every obstacle, sometimes with such an optimistic attitude that the challenge itself wants to get up and walk away from Teddy's attitude. Underneath his bad boy and "could-care-less" exterior, though, Teddy is all about romance and chocolate and snuggles. In fact, Teddy's ex-girlfriend spread the "rumor" that Teddy loved to cuddle; initially, this comment mangled Teddy's schoolyard reputation until it was no longer recognizable. However, Teddy embraced the challenge, as always, and gave himself the nickname "Teddy," making his ex look the fool and giving him a name that sounded a hell of a lot better than Theodore. In general, though Teddy cares more about his cufflinks than your feelings, he's willing to at least sit off to the side while you talk out your emotions or complain to him about your life. ]
≡ [ likes smoking, drinking, flirting, buying new suits, spending money ]
≡ [ dislikes sentimental/emotional people, malt-flavored foods, spontaneity, humidity, going to class ]
≡ [ items ]
class is in session
≡ [ Teddy was born in literal money. When his mother, Diane, gave birth, the doctor put him on a bed of 20 pound notes and kept him there until the Manchester United game was over. This was the kind of environment Teddy quickly got used to - his mother always watching over him and spending time with him while his father was off rubbing elbows with those even snootier than him. Teddy only remember vague snippets from his early years, since he had such a routine lifestyle. Sometimes he thinks he can still hear Diane crying herself to sleep; in his dreams, he can hear himself calling out for her and Diane appearing instantly, the soft glow of the crystal lamps surrounding Teddy's bed illuminating her golden hair. Teddy had always thought that Diane was too good for Peter, her husband. Complete opposites, Teddy used to resent the fact that he was a carbon copy of his father, and went through a period, in which he thought Diane hated him, too.
Many of Teddy's guilty pleasures were the result of Diane's favorite things - the Rocky Horror Picture Show, German chocolate cake, and anything his father hated on principle. However, the older he became, the more time he spent in his father's circle, making Teddy incredible at remembering names and basic facts about most anyone he meets. Teddy has always had private tutors in one subject or another, as his father always figured that the private school system wasn't worth his complete and utter attention. However, Teddy being Teddy, had a constant stream of tutors coming in and out of their mansion, given that he often gave them a run for their money or, in some cases, simply made them run away. Teddy was always smart; Diane encouraged him to pursue his intellectual curiosities, while Peter really didn't care what Teddy did. As the sole inheritor of a rather secret business venture, Teddy often found that it was better to concern himself with his own matters, rather than his father's.
It's not that Peter ever went to jail (no, he was far too friendly with the courts to allow that to happen). On the contrary, Teddy simply knew that Peter didn't just run a high-end tailor shop on the outskirts of Manchester. Peter's main game was assassins and thieves, and the money was to be made in selling organs and priceless treasures on the black market. A true gambler, Teddy never understood the logistics of Peter's sickening empire, and so he threw himself into one of the only subjects that seemed to make sense: math. Teddy is a self-proclaimed STEM genius, "and that includes a thorough investigation of your roots, toots." In an effort to distance himself from his father and rebel against his over-protective and chronically anxious mother, Teddy also became terribly fond of simple addictions that he could get whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted: girls, cigars, and hard liquor. Life was pretty good in his eyes, until he turned 16.
Did Diane commit suicide? Teddy was in no position to answer, falling into isolation and depression immediately. Teddy remembers only the headlines glaring at him from the kitchen table, sitting a mile across from his uninterested father at the other end. The police never uncovered any evidence, but Peter may have paid them off. Not because he was having an affair (no, nothing as gruesome as that), but because he had a tie with Joseph Grady, some big-shot oldster parading around his dozens of oil rigs day in and day out. Some late nights and potentially severe threats later, Peter found himself in a position he couldn't get himself out of easily, and that was a second marriage with Joseph's youngest granddaughter. Peter didn't love Kimmie Grady (in fact, he despises her to this day), but married her for pure business reasons. As Teddy was channeling his negative energy into detention and coughing fits from secondhand smoke, Kimmie's son, Tristan, came along and tried to make Teddy more miserable.
NOT DONE]
≡ [ xiomara alonso ≠ friend [ collab with cosmic ]
≡ [ elijah foster ≠ friend [ collab with red ]
≡ [ tristan winton ≠ younger step-brother ]
≡ [ diane benn ≠ mother ]
≡ [ peter winton ≠ father ]
≡ [ kimmie winton ≠ stepmother ]
≡ [ regular ≠ nct 127 ][ song link + title ≠ artist ][ song link + title ≠ artist ]
[ a little bit about me ]
my name is ariel and i like glitter, milk, and vernon
[ extended note ]
first, please please don't steal any of my characters or templates! you can ask for templates, and i can even custom create one, but i've had people distribute my templates and steal my characters before. i'm often active and inactive (i've been inactive for nearly a year and just came back on recently) and i really don't want to see any situations in which my characters have been taken. my inactive status on gr doesn't mean that the hours of work i've put into my characters and templates can be taken without prior approval from me. thanks for reading!
themes
✔i'm him ↳ short theme, 1 post long, not very detailed but uses useful info, useful for posting rather than detailing
✔pen and paper part 1, part 2, part 3 ↳ a very detailed theme, around 3-4 posts long, used more for practice and creating characters for the sake of creating characters rather than posting
✔demonic tendencies part 1, part 2, part 2 ↳ very detailed theme, extremely similar to "pen and paper" but with an added skill analysis section, to be used ONLY for dt characters
✔modernist ↳ a mixture of "pen and paper" and "i'm him", one gif and a 3-piece rectangular picture set, categories are written in the 1st person, no real style section, good for not-as-detailed posts
dt character list
🕸isabel
🕸bryce
🕸cassandra
🕸max
🕸mina
🕸daniel
character list
females
♡juliet ↳ 21 ↳ dancer, tea enthusiast, smiling sunshine, die-hard MERCURY
♡yvette ↳ 23 ↳ musical prodigy, nature lover, carefree flower child, just super chill, loves cookies and various sweets, jazz-enthusiast
♡stella ↳ 16 ↳ colorful both inside and out, lives for cycling, health nut, super bubbly, your local preppy chick, stereotypical cheerleader except she's captain of the soccer team
♡sakura ↳ 25 ↳ EXTRA, loves the rain, eccentric in every way, angst fic 200k words 14 chapters™, fashion designer
♡stephanie ↳ 21 ↳ perpetually stuck in the 80s, lives for french fries, typical valley girl, #californialiving, will cry when the sky is cloudy, experiences photosynthesis since the sun gives her energy
♡cassandra ↳ 19 ↳ an actual Princess (yes, her parents are king and queen), the kingdom's resident trend-setter, easily angered, ultimate grammar and table manners nazi, "i'll kill you, i'm not even worried about it"
♡alyssa ↳ 16 ↳ younger than she looks, goody-two-shoes but wants to be Bad, loves getting in trouble even though it doesn't look good on her college apps, cares about school, science geek who wants to learn how to take more than half a shot
♡sabrina ↳ 17 ↳ your local history textbook, plays the bass in a band that may or may not exist, trusts people too easily, is obsessed with aliens, conspiracy theory fanatic
♡rosalinda ↳ 27 ↳ has a master's in musicology, LOVES MUSIC, music teacher, sweet and bubbly, can live off of starburst, the black sheep of a fiery spanish family but is still loud and passionate
just about her own likesmales
♚raeburn → 19 → hot and sexy wanna-be, addict of cute girl groups, hilariously bad at being hardcore, acts mysterious and walks around with a brooding smile 98% of the time
♚alexander → 19 → gay™, GLITTER ENTHUSIAST, singer-songwriter, confused and shy 99% of the time (other 1% is confident and assured when on stage), clumsy, likes to order cappucinos and eat the foam and not drink the coffee
♚hiroshi → 20 → drummer, watches disney xd, has been in like 10 bands because of
commitment issuesscheduling conflicts, dropped out of high school to join his first band and got kicked out first practice for crying when he was 2 minutes late, "what's a Meme?"♚teddy → 18 → typical british brat, lives posh, on the rugby team, earned his nickname bc his ex-gf told everyone he likes to cuddle and now he's Ruined, superiority complex, kinda high iq but doesn't flaunt it
♚sam → 32 → business studies teacher, tries too hard to relate to his students, All-American Boy, cries at disney movies, will pass you for the semester if you bring him a cheeseburger
♚tristan → 16 → teddy's younger stepbrother, "starving artist" and "disillusioned," the ultimate Fake, doesn't flaunt his wealth but also doesn't care about his grades, would never smoke or drink even though he's a thief and a liar