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The Chess Master - An Intro
INTRODUCTION TO KINGSTON OVERSTREET
NAME – Kingston Overstreet
NICKNAMES – Kingston is the nickname
PRONOUNS – He/Him
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH – 18 and January 8th, 2001
PLACE OF BIRTH – Avignon, France
MAJOR(S) – Art and Music
EDUCATION – Astor Academy
ACTIVITIES – Drawing, Chess, Playing the violin, Writing poetry, Composing
FC – Timothée Chalamet
BACKGROUND
His family was somewhat-wealthy when he was younger, enough to support Kingston when he was young during school and some extra tutoring lessons, and even enough to put him in a chess class, oddly enough. His mother was loving and warm, and his father was kind enough. His father was the type of person who never enjoyed externally showing his emotions, but Kingston always assumed that father loved him. He must have, in some way. And, Kingston knew that his father loved his mother, even in his odd, silent, stone-cold way. So, it didn’t surprise him when she told him that she hoped that he would have a little brother or sister to play with, and soon enough, mother got pregnant. She was overjoyed; his father was pleased to see her happy. Whenever she played the piano to Kingston, she would always make comments about how happy she was to have another child and that she couldn’t wait to meet them. Him. Even if it was only for a second before her body gave out on her and she died two minutes before she gave birth, no matter what he doctors tried to do. His father was too shocked to name his brother, and he always liked the name Caspar.
His father quickly became more and more distant, and if it wasn’t for the understanding neighbors, Kingston isn’t sure Caspar would have reached the age of one. They watched him when his father was gone from the morning to night and Kingston was too busy studying, and they returned him when Kingston finished his self-study books and homework, and his father came home with the stench of something bitter. He grew up focusing on studying, giving him a reason to avoid his father, all the while trying his best to take care of his brother. His father took care of Caspar when he could, but he would always act...distant. Kingston hated him for it. He took care of Caspar and loved him himself, even filled out the papers to enroll him into school.
He works at a small library where he can do his homework, has a few flings, never a real relationship. Wasn’t valedictorian but still was insanely intelligent. Friends with his neighbor’s daughter who was a year older than him. His only true friend. When she went to college, he never tried to make other close friends, although he was friendly to people in his school’s chess club and fellow peuple, for security reasons. Applied to Astor when he heard about the school from a fellow student in the chess club. Got in, told his father, who threw a fit and smashed a bottle before leaving for the night. He told Caspar that his father took a night shift. Constantly worked for two years in order to get the money to apply to Astor Academy. Sent in his art portfolio to the school, and even if it has a recurring image of a woman being surrounded by black creatures, ghostly and consuming, they accepted him.
He went, but before he did, he gave the signed transfer papers to the child-service center and legally adopted Caspar as his own, before dropping him off at his childhood neighbor’s new house. That move was probably the most strategic to make, but the pawn was often the most underrated piece of the chess board, but he inched it forward one step at a time, until he got what he wanted. Now, he had to focus on the rest of the match
PERSONALITY + HEAD CANONS
He is quiet. He doesn’t usually make the first initiative to talk to people unless he has to, or he needs something from someone
· If someone does approach him, however, he is friendly. He puts on a polite outer persona; however, he analyzes anyone and everyone, and tries to figure out their motives and how they are, how they act.
· If someone tries to constantly talk to him, after the first interaction or few that sporadically happen, he gets annoyed and acts cold. But, if you stick around long enough, he’ll decide its less work to keep you then try to push you away.
An artist. Draws sketches and paints. Keeps drawing this white woman surrounded by black, ghostly creatures
Writes poetry. He enjoys Walt Whitman
He is good at chess, objectively speaking. He was in his school’s chess team
Has a younger brother named Caspar that is 10 years younger than him and that he protects with his whole life
Hates the stench of alcohol. Reminds him of his father.
Cannot care sexually. Has no preference. You can call him pan-sexual but honestly, he doesn’t care a lot about relationships, they foil with his emotions and “master plan”
Incredibly smart. Was studious all throughout school--yet, chose to be an art major
Copes with his mother’s death through art.
He doesn't get angry often, but if pushed too far, he will lose his temper and steam over
He has insomnia and hasn’t really slept since he was sixteen. He has had a few patches of sleeping, but that’s usually when he is fully drained
It’s hard for him to get along with people and genuinely let them in, because truthfully, he analyzes them too much.
He plays the violin and cello (he will play them publicly without shame)
He writes scores and compositions for the piano, but never plays them
Daddy issues but his father isn’t really abusive, he just hates him. It is not so much that he doesn’t leave Caspar with his father because he fears for his life, but because Kingston just plainly doesn’t like him around Caspar. It’s the only time he follows his gut-instincts when it comes to decision making
He is secretive about his compositions and poetry. He won’t let you touch those. He doesn’t mind you looking at his art, he just won’t tell you much detail about them
AESTHETICS
pencil led marks on his hands. unruly hair. chess pieces. the king and the pawn. half-used cigarettes. ink-blotched paper. scribbles and doodles on homework assignments. dark forests. broken Greek statues. blurred images. striped-button ups. heavy bags under eyes. abandoned libraries. worn and marked novels. beaten up knuckles playing the piano. plucking violin strings. chewing the eraser end of the pencil. flickering lamp lights in a dark-lit alley. hair covering eyes. brief smiles. quick nods. old coffee stains.
WANTED PLOTS + CONNECTIONS
· Best Friends/Ride or Dies: He’s not the best at making friends, but if you talk to him enough, and it seems like he can trust you, he will
· Roommate: He is quiet and to himself, so someone who can push him to do more and adventure out
· Hook Ups: The gender doesn’t matter, but someone who can help him break some steam. He is constantly tired, never sleeps, so someone who can take up his time and just have fun with.
· Potential relationship: For relationship, someone who challenges him, but also finds a way to break his barrier
· Mentor: He is one of the youngest students here, barely meeting the age requirement, so someone who can guide and aid him, because he is so used to taking care of himself
· Rival/Enemy: At first, he doesn’t care about them, but then he sees that they’re smart, just as smart as him, and honestly, it amuses him to have someone that he can play with—chess is supposed to be a fun game, right? Academically challenging, artistically challenging, anyone who irks him but amuses him at the same time.
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So I forgot to post Florian’s bio -- classic me. You can find it here. <3
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Hi everyone! I’m Lou, one of the admins, and I’ll also be playing Daniel here. I have his bio written out here for your perusing. Please don’t hesitate to come to me for plots! I’ll be a little over the place for a while though, so I can make sure everything is done in preparation for the opening, but I’ll be here all night!
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And I drew roses
Andrew Rose
Information
Name : Andrew Cole
Surname : Courtenay Rose
Nickname : Andy, Drew
Title : Earl of Carlisle
Age : 20 years old, coming for his 21st
Nationality: British
Sexual orientation : Bisexual
Activities : Painting, drawing, fencing, horse riding, reading, learning
House : Napoleon
Major : Psychology
Year : 3rd
Story
Andrew was born in England, to a white wealthy earl father and a black British-Caribbean mother.
He has an older sister who is studying politics at Oxford, and a little brother who is still in high school.
He grew up in their family mansion located in a town in the countryside. Until he was height.
He accidentally killed his father in the woods during an archery practice when he was eight years old.
Their neighbours accused his mother for the crime, became very racists towards what was left of this family, forcing the Courtenays to move from town. They ended up in a town called Whitney.
When his father died, they lost most of the family’s incomes and everyone tried to suck money out of them in every way they could. Their status went from very wealthy to high middle class.
His father’s mother didn’t really want to help the daughter-in-law she never liked, but she loved her grandchildren and offered to pay for their education if she could see them regularly.
When going to their grandma’s, which was a whole floor of the castle she ran, Andrew used to take fencing lessons and do some horse riding, along with going to parties. With his grandmother could have a taste of the aristocracy life he missed when he killed his father.
He was desperate to quit England for any other country. With the advice of his mother and grandmother he chose Astor Academy to learn psychology.
(full story at the end)
Facts
Due to the big trauma he endured as a child, Andrew has been struggling with mental health his whole life.
He draws and paints since the accident. He also started doing graffiti when he was a teenager. This is one of his way of coping.
His grandmother sells his paintings to her friends and to some amateurs by exposing them in her castle.
One of his recurrent pattern in his paintings are red dots, a vivid image from the accident.
One unhealthy way was drugs, when he was in high school. He finally realized it wasn’t what he needed when coming to Astor Academy.
His real drug is danger, despair, and the adrenaline that comes with it. He realized he only felt alive when he was facing his death.
Psychology is his major because he has a history with psychologist and psychiatrists and he feel like he needs to help other children like him. He wants to specialize in Child Psychology.
He has a british accent.
He took his mother’s name when enlisting for Astor, as a way to let this tragedy and a part of himself behind him.
No one knows that he killed his father. And doesn’t want to tell anybody.
Character
Most of the time, Andrew is pretty chill. He likes to hang out with people, without being too outgoing.
In a group, he won’t be the most talkative one, but he will never miss an opportunity to make a sarcastic comment. As youngsters say, he is “fluent in sarcasm”.
He likes to tease his friends, making them laugh and laughing with them.
He will gladly play along with someone’s prank or act.
He makes sure to always compliment his friends when they do something that needs complimenting, for their work, their outfit, their ideas, their good actions...
He’s not easy to anger, but he can be easily annoyed.
He is very good-mannered and polite. His “posh” vibes are always fighting with his “hooligan” vibes.
He doesn’t want anyone to know he has a title and that he comes from aristocracy. He tells everyone he’s from an average rich family.
When it comes to him, his feelings and his past, he’s very secretive. Which can make him look like he’s being mysterious.
If he is going through a depressed phase, he can be very moody.
If you get him on a topic that he has strong opinions or that he is passionate about, he would gladly talk hours about it.
He takes his studies seriously, and even if he likes to go out, you will often see him in the library or his room studying.
/tw : sh\ Though he doesn’t harm himself anymore, he is drawn to self-harming situations, aka dangerous ones. He will seek a way to make himself pay for what he did.
Interpretation of the character based on the information given on the skeletons (one paragraph):
Made-up confidence. Perfect appearance. Wit and sarcasm. His smile can charm but, no matter how good he is at controlling everything about himself, attempting to reach for the boy he was, his eyes don’t fool anyone. Truth is, Andrew has never really been well since the incident. He has rarely felt alive at all. Seeking comfort in everything he could, alcohol, drugs, sex... Anything that may cover the void. But all of this didn’t do it for him. Numbing himself away from reality never really was the solution, even if he was convinced it was, for a moment back in high school. But the emptiness was still there. No, he realized this was not his cure. In order to feel alive, he had to feel like he was pushing himself to the edge of death. Waking his brain the fuck up. Tricking it into thinking he was going to die, so he could have access to this primitive part of his brain, survival mode, that made him feel so alive. Challenge. Danger. Fear. Adrenaline. Desperate hope. However, one who doesn’t really know him couldn’t guess this side of him. He seems so charming and sweet...
His only healthy way of copying mechanism is art. Painting. Graffiti tags. Leaving a permanent mark. One that cannot be erased so easily. Greater than oneself. At the end, the final result is the history of every line you made. Either if you meant to trace it or not.
History (give your chosen character a brief background):
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. His life. It wasn’t supposed to go like this.
He was — is — the son of an English earl. Growing up in a respectable family, in the mansion in this lovely english town, with his sister and brother, his parents, the grandparents and cousins never too far away. It should have been a pretty, happy, privileged life.
Living far from the stress and pollution of the city, in a rich town where you grow up with the same people and create unbreakable bonds that will last forever after you all part ways and when you meet, five, ten years later, the friendship and camaraderie never faded away, and you talk about the good old days and how simple were things before. Getting every luxury you would have feel like wanting to have, affording every trip, every piece of clothing, every jewelry, every unnecessary whim. Getting the best education of the country, with special individual teachers, piano, violin, french, german, horse riding, boxing, fencing lessons. Getting into Eton. Not having to bother to acknowledge the price of anything. Having the possibility to do everything you fucking want because money and status can repay for everything, because money can buy everything, and everyone. Meeting the elite of the nation in splendorous parties and gatherings. Being beautiful, handsome and resplendent. Envied. Desired. Feeling powerful and invincible.
But none of this happened to Andrew. Not to his sister, or his brother. All because of him. He is responsible for so many of his family’s problems. And it has always been a burden he had to carry alone. And a fucking big one.
His father died when he was eight. Colin Courtenay was a British noble and business man. He came from a rich family and intended to make his family even richer. He had ambition. He was well respected amongst his peers. He was at the head of a big fortune and when he unexpectedly died, the mess that came as the aftermath was a nightmare.
Colin’s wife, Andrew’s mother, Sarah Courtenay, was already devastated enough by her loss, but she had to bear the accusations that were made against her. This was a little town, and gossip and rumors are the pillars of its life. People knew that Sarah did not came from a family as rich as her husband’s, quite the contrary even, and family’s friends and others would have heard that the couple wasn’t the happiest at the moment. But this was more than gossip, this was real accusations. People in town would accuse her of commanding the murder of her husband. She hired someone to kill her husband in the woods so she would inherit his fortune and title for her son, Andrew. They would spit it at her, along some racist slur directed at her and her children, especially Andrew. From one day to the other, the all town was revealing its true nature. People they considered as friends were turning against them. The harassment wouldn’t stop. They couldn’t live here anymore. They had to get away. All because of him. The thing is, Andrew was responsible for his father’s death.
They first went to some land that was his father’s. But they had to move from there quickly too when the news got to the villagers’ hears. Colin’s mother was also trying to legally take back all her son’s land and wealth, she never trusted her daughter-in-law. She tried to keep the children with her too, but Sarah would never let go of them.
So they quickly moved into a house in Whitney. Sarah, who graduated from college with a science degree, had to find a job, something she hadn’t done since she married Colin. Colin’s investors and associates were stealing money where they could. They threatened her to frame her for her husband’s murder if she tried to take legal actions against them.
Sarah spent years and years fighting for her and her children’s well-being. She was a single mother that came from a poor family from Saint-Vincent, and her husband wasn’t here anymore to protect her, all the rich vultures were trying to have a piece of this meal.
Andrew had to watch her mother’s life, all of their lives, go to ruins. Because of one thing he did.
Her mother and grand parents fed him lies. It’s not your fault honey, it’s not your fault. Maybe they meant it. Or they were better liars than his siblings. The way his sister looked at him was speaking for itself. She saw everything.
Their father’s mother would eventually help them. Only because she still loved her grandchildren and demanded to see them when she pleased. She would in exchange pay their education and teach them how to run her castle and the domain once she will be gone. Even in his grandmother Andrew could feel resentment towards his person.
The boy just wanted to run away from all this.
He tried building himself a new life in Whitney, new friends, girlfriends, boyfriends. But growing up messed up, biracial and bisexual in a group of uneducated boys, he quickly came to conclusion that nothing will ever be normal again, especially not him.
He sought for a way out. And when he found it, he took it. That’s how he ended up studying psychology in America.
The topic of the change of his last name has been brought many time by him to his mother, so people wouldn’t link them to the drama. She considered it more than once, but never went through. She wanted to claim their belonging to this family and her husband’s memory. However, Andrew made his own decision and took his mother’s name when coming to America. A fresh start.
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hello, official introduction time. my name is, i’m twenty-two, and i’m currently wasting a lot of time playing animal crossing. don’t ask me how much. it’s a lot of time. a lot.
anywho, this, my dear friends, is beatrice rose galloway-klein. her mama is the only one who uses her full name because most people just call her birdie ( much to her mama’s chagrin ), and some call her gallo, but only if they’re feeling frisky. she’s aiming to be the president of the united states one day, and honestly ? she could get there. but for now, she’s only twenty. she’s escaped from southern belle hell but the accent and taste for pecan pie hasn’t left her. she has a drawl thicker than fog in the spring, and she could charm the birds out of trees. currently, she’s a part of house machiavelli, and she’s studying political science and political theory. honestly, she’s just a delight, and i’m peachy keen to start plotting with everyone !
below the cut is a full bio & ideas for plotting.
Blurb:
A firecracker. A fur coat draped over her shoulders as she lounges on the couch. She’s smarter than she seems, watching and waiting, thirsting for secrets. She drinks pink wine from a bottle, and she’s waiting for a chance to wear a crown on her head.
Backstory:
You are a beauty queen failure much to your mama’s chagrin but her words can’t hurt you because you are untouchable. Bold and brazen, nothing can bring you down. It’s funny. You should have been soft and demure, but you are anything but. You walk into a room and eyes are on you. That’s how it’s meant to be. One day, eyes will be on you, and everyone will listen. You can imagine it all too well. You are going to be something and damn anyone who thinks they can get in your way.
History:
Birdie Klein is born in the high heat of summer in southern Alabama to a beauty queen and the state governor. She is a fussy thing, yelling and never settling down. Her parents adore her, though, for completely different reasons. Her mama sees good cheekbones and pageants in her future, while her daddy sees her as something to love and adore. It is clear who her favorite parent would be from the beginning.
The house she grows up in --- the manor --- is too big for a child. The walls are tall and the windows go from the floor to the ceiling. she gets lost in the curtains between masses of fabric. there is art on the wall, photographs and paintings. she is told from the beginning: look, don’t touch. That's her whole childhood, mottos like that. sit, stay still. walk, don’t run. it is stifling. She is tied up in ribbons and taffeta and she hates it. she stares out the window, longingly towards the trees in the yard. The respite in her life is trips to her grandmother’s. Birdie runs free through the orchard, skinning her knees and scraping her palms. It's a little bit of normalcy. but she always has to return to that too-big house. it’s filled with more people who aren’t family than those who are. there are chefs and maids and butlers and nannies and tutors. Birdie knows them all by name. They take care of her more than her parents. they deal with the tantrums and fits.
She is eight when she steps into her first private school. She does well enough in classes ( her reports home constantly say that she would do better if she only applied herself ) and she thrives surrounded by her peers. she does what’s expected of her, but really nothing more. she has her passions and throws herself into them, of course. feminism. women’s studies. suffrage. Little else really stimulates her. She does well on debate team --- she can talk and argue like no one else --- and she plays field hockey for the school team.
She realizes just how much money her family has one day when she is talking to a ( gasp ) scholarship student at her school. She talks about flights on her daddy’s jet and vacations in majorca. She mentions her nanny and tutor and how they were replaced when she said she didn’t like them. She talks about christmas and how her wardrobe is completely replaced. She doesn’t realize when the other student falls silent, feeling awkward and out of place. Finally, she is hit with the knowledge that not everyone has what she does. She carefully tries not to flaunt her wealth after that, but sometimes it’s hard. She wears clothes that are worth more than some people’s entire. The names of brands that fall from her lips come easy. she knows her wealth can be … overwhelming … but she isn’t mad about it. She likes the life she has.
Birdie is fifteen when she realizes she wants to be just like her daddy. He is in politics, she wants to do the same. They definitely do not have the same ideas. She’s liberal as can be, he’s more moderate. She wants change. He tells her it takes time. she wants it now. During her high school summers, she goes to D.C. and works as an intern in a congresswoman’s office. She doesn’t do much more than make copies, send faxes, and get coffee, but she’s in the room where it happens. She is seeing how the world works and how real change gets made. she tells herself one day she’ll work in one of these offices still. Of course, when that happens, her name will be on the door. It will be her office. It will be her changes that are being made.
She gets into Astor with no trouble. It’s her dream school. She’s going to become something there, surely. How could she not ?
Connection Ideas
and they were roommates ( oh my god, they were roommates ): listen give me a machiavelli for her to share a room with. if they’re on good terms, think of it as a long sleepover. birdie loves to gossip. she paints her toes cherry red, and she’ll paint her roommates’, too, if they’re nice. she’ll chit chat and charm their way into their heart quick as a whip. OF COURSE, they could find birdie annoying. if that’s the case, consider this: birdie’ll try to kill ‘em with kindness and a ton of ‘ bless your heart ‘s. /// OPEN
for the love of appearances : consider this: birdie, proud, in heels that would make her mama’s heart stop, you by her side, looking just as good. a relationship for the image, nothing more. maybe behind closed doors, they bicker like hell and they hate each other. maybe they’re friends. who’s to say .we can definitely play around. there are a lot of options and variables. /// OPEN
hook up hell : listen, birdie loves her appearance. hook ups ? don’t look good for a politician. but they’re fun as hell, and who’s to say a girl can’t enjoy herself every once in a while ? i imagine birdie has joked about making her hook ups sign a non-disclosure agreement before. she was also probably only half kidding. also we can decide if there are real feelings ????? if there’s angst ??????????? love angst here. /// OPEN
friends : okay so birdie is a firecracker, super sociable, super fun ( with limits tho let’s be real -- a politician can have nO SKELETONS IN HER CLOSET ). she’s got a cherry red convertible, a credit card with no limit ---- she likes impressing her friends. i’m not saying she buys her friends, but if the shoe fits ..... /// OPEN
rich bitch friends : birdie’s something of a socialite slash heiress slash really doesn’t ever need to work if she didn’t want to sort of person ?? i imagine she grew up around a lot of people in similar positions ???? so like childhood friends ????? not close, but forced together by obligation ?????? we can EXPLORE /// OPEN
idk my bff jill : listen, birdie needs at least one real friend, someone who sees her beyond the red lipstick and cat-eye mascara. they take away the charm and the southern drawl and they see someone who’s scared of not reaching their goals, who’s scared of losing their mama entirely, someone who just wants to be liked. /// CLOSED to ESTELLA
enemies : c’mon someone must have to not like birdie, i’m sorry, it’s true. there are so many possibilities. maybe birdie’s ambition rubs them the wrong way. maybe birdie is just .... too much. maybe they don’t like her wealth. a loooooot of options. /// OPEN
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Hated the sound of eight pairs of feet in the house until she discovered that silence was a greater demon. Impeccable necklaces, creaseless blouses, the smell of deep vanilla perfume. She may be an utter mess but she certainly isn’t going to look like it.
go on, replace me, when you’re craving something sweeter than the words i left in your mouth, go on and spit me out
NAME — margaret elise amano
NICKNAMES — maggie, mags
PRONOUNS — she/her.
AGE & DOB — 20 & september 17th, 1998.
PLACE OF BIRTH — portland, oregon.
MAJOR — forensic science.
EDUCATION — astor academy.
ACTIVITIES — dance (ballet, contemporary, jazz), arsonists.
* background overview !
Her parents didn’t know they were raising a tightly wound spring. After all, it was hard to find time to dote on each child when you were overwhelmed by all of them. Maggie landed perfectly in the middle of all her siblings, her parents having large hearts and wanting to share their love. They did that well, they raised all their kids to be kind, tender hearted, and open to others. She was everything someone could hope for their daughter to be: cute, caring, girly, rather quiet, but best of all, showing a love for dance. From a young age, she discovered she thrives in the praise given to her by anyone, the sweet words fueling her self esteem. The bubbly little girl loved the compliments, accepting them with a soft smile and polite ‘thank you’. Maggie was the type to actually study for her spelling tests, not wanting to be anything less than perfect in an attempt to make herself stand out from her family. Her parents would check on her at night, when she should have been sleeping only to find her awake and practicing what she had learned at rehearsals in front of her mirror.
As she got older, her drive for that same attention, that praise and recognition, only grew as she expanded her talents. In high school, she made the infamously competitive dance team and aimed for captain as soon as it was within her reach. Her involvement grew beyond that into honor society, student council, and volunteering at the dance studio in town to teach younger kids. Her grades were never subpar, she knew that if she wanted the compliments and gratitude she needed more than she needed air she had to earn it. There were times where her parents or siblings would find her crying over statistics homework or an upcoming chemistry exam, taking a moment to reassure her that her best would be enough. It was something about the way those words made her feel, that convinced her she never wanted to settle for anything less than perfect. She needed the high perfection brought her.
Something she strived to be was the perfect well rounded student. Maggie wasn’t immune to the lure of house parties or late night pancake runs with friends, those moments were her escape, a break where she didn’t have to work to define herself and solidify her name. Her friends were a bit of a saving grace, grounding her for a moment. She was able to make mistakes and not be the perfect ballerina image she desperately clung to. The moments she spent with them felt scheduled still, ‘you take take this break now maggie’, ‘you can go drinking with them tonight but not tomorrow’, or ‘going out to the beach for funnel cake won't ruin all the work you put in as long as you make up for it later’.
Her parents convinced her to pick a major that would serve as a ‘backup’ to her dance career, they said it was a failsafe, a protective measure. Maggie hated the thought of needing anything else, but did it to please them, finding something that seemed vaguely interesting to her.
At the end of her sophomore year of college, there was a final showcase where she was able to perform the duet she and her partner had been furiously perfecting that entire year. It was a slip, human error that ended with a loud pop and a snapped achilles. The injury was bad, yet not career ending. For Maggie, however, it was those several months of tedious recovery that drove her down into a spiral. When the doctor had told her about her injury and recovery time, the spring that held her together snapped.
since then, she’s has surgery and has been in physical therapy to rebuild the strength she lost. despite her efforts to get back to where she had been, it’s the furthest from being the same thing. there’s no joy that comes from the physical therapist telling her ‘good job’. she’s turned to her friends in the last several months more often than she had before, clinging to the person they knew her to be, the friend, the dancer she was in their eyes.
* about/personality !
she’s like,,,the person that isn’t afraid to knock you down a few pegs but will do so with the sweetest smile on her face to really seal the deal
she’s actually really sweet, very genuinely nice if you haven’t wronged her or anyone she cares about.
is a little tightly wound like half the time and pretty heavily relies on her friends to keep her sane
can kinda be a little intense, will stop at nothing to be perfect in anything she sets her mind to do
she’s probably a little hesitant to start new things because of that too? like, she doesn’t ever want to be BAD at things so she just avoids it
maggie will refuse to let anyone see her have moments of weakness, it’s not you, it’s her
she’s just a little obsessed w dance. and a little broken now that she can’t.
maggie is the type to have brought her friends into the dance studio to teach them the choreography from high school musical, i don’t make the rules
she’s really does enjoy forensics, but that’s probably because criminal minds was something she used to watch religiously in high school
maggie secretly enjoys seeming like the girl who’s only in ballet because it’s a “girly” sport, because it makes her seem that much better once she shows her full potential
she’s the type of observant that knows exactly what to get someone for their birthday without looking like they tried way too hard
after the injury, she felt like the spring that held her together snapped and knocked everything inside loose. so now she’s quietly trying to put all her pieces back together but not exactly having an easy time with it.
* aesthetics !
candle lights, the breathlessness felt when seeing big city skylines, bare feet in the morning, tart strawberries dipped in sugar, iced coffee in mason jars, long swooping cursive, empty water bottles, setting a new pen against fresh paper, missed calls at 2am, standing under an umbrella in the middle of a thunderstorm, neat braids, leotards and pointe shoes, soft pillows, golden hour.
* wanted plots !
i’m the worst at coming up with things but,,,,, here’s a few
general friends: we can expand and make each Unique
best friends: someone that’s been by her side since going to astor, someone she’d literally trust with her whole life
ride or dies: honestly what it says, maybe like two or three of them that have been through the thick and thin of it but still have a really strong friendship in the end?
confidant: honestly, probably someone she’s close with, but doesn’t see on a regular basis? it helps if they’re not someone she’d see all the time, that way she’s not constantly staring her admission of weakness in the face
bad influence: someone who can teach her to let go and get out more, care less about dance or her parents?
exes ( good, bad, anything in between ): you know the drill, hit me with the good angst. (male, female, nb)
roommate ( someone after the idealist maybe? ): she’s not as bad of a roommate as you’d think. she has eight siblings, she knows how to share.
hook ups: you also know this drill, sometimes you gotta blow off steam. (male, female, nb)
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Meet Bartholomew
INTRO
Name : Bartholomew Milos Czerny
Nickname : Bartosz, Bart, Crazy Czerny (this one was popular amongst his team mates and party parteners)
Birthday : 26th April, 1985
Age : 35 years old
Place of birth : New York, USA
Nationality : American, Polish
Origin : Polish
Sexual Orientation : Heterosexual
Major : Archeology
House : Alexander
Occupation : Archeologist and history professor
FC : Robert Pattinson
ASTOR ACADEMY
• Bartholomew was granted a scholarship to play as wide receiver in Astor’s football team the Silver Scorpions.
• He graduated from Astor in Archeology in 2007 and got his master in 2009.
• He was known as a party animal for the first two and a half years, always partying and doing crazy stuff. He eventually calmed down, focusing more on his classes and his games as he realized he had to graduate.
• There were rumors going on about him dating one of the professors. He never confirmed the rumors, to protect her reputation and status. But if you ask him about it now, it was true.
• Bartosz was very outgoing, sociable, charming, funny, always joking around. He could have been seen as hyper active, a bit of a clown sometimes. He was a bit cocky, but that was the effect of being a jock.
• He liked gossip, but never started it. But when trusted with a real secret, he would be a tomb.
• His friends know how generous he can be, and how he would never ask for help, thinking he could solve any of his problems by himself (which often put him even more in trouble). He is not comfortable about expressing himself and talking about his feelings.
• He loves buying or repairing old things he found on flea markets. He cherishes everything that is ancient. Especially ancient art and artefacts.
• He speaks english and polish. He learned spanish at school, ancient greek in high school, and arabic in college.
• His profession allows him travel around the world, in countries such as Greece, Libya, Egypt, Thailand, Italy or Cambodia. He also teaches history classes in public universities.
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margaret elise amano / the addict
there’s a single thing driving her, something that was at once just a passion but has since become an obsession. it was initially a way to make her stand out, to be a star in her parents eyes, but eventually she began to live off the compliments and praise she would receive, even feeling like she was worth less than before if she didn’t get the positive attention. she’s always been kind, especially to those she cares about, because despite her hunger for their attention, her parents raised her to be a good person.
she’s almost loyal to a fault. she loves her family, despite feeling a bit lost within them, and when it comes to her friends she’s quick to jump to the defense of their friendships, greatly valuing the other's company and welcoming the break in her routine that they provide. if you happened to cross her or hurt someone she loves, or even doubt her abilities in something she’s passionate about, she’d go to the ends of the earth to make sure you paid but the last thing you’ll always see was her smile.
intro.
stats sheet.
pinterest.
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hey howdy hey! i’m working on a proper intro/bio for maggie right now but i’m gonna start with this introduction :)
Who are you?
i’m adri, i’m 20 and my timezone is the beloved cst. i’m a poli sci major that wants to go to physician’s assistant school so i’m taking the strangest assortment of classes.
What do you live for?
muuuusic. also lemonade. what can i say? i’m simple.
Do you have any pets?
yes! i have a cat who’s fifteen and a dog who’s six. i’m actually looking at getting another dog that i can take with me back to school, but that’s still up in the air.
If there was another you, who would it be?
i’m like.. painfully similar to amy santiago with a splash of lucrecia montesinos and lizzie saltzman.
Favorite piece of dark academia, if any?
you know. i’ve never read any,,,i’m terrible i know.
Which type of dark academia are you?
..music obsessed. like almost exactly except i don’t own a blazer but i have both a leather jacket and a denim jacket if that counts.
Is there a particular skeleton that caught your attention?
u wanna know a secret? i liked the manipulative at first. but i Loved the things i could do with the addict and the idea i had for maggie fit perfectly.
Do you have…
Favorite faces to play? oh man um.. i really like kaylee bryant (obvs), danielle rose russell, medalion rahimi, sofia carson, danna paola, lorenzo zurzolo, lucas till, evan roderick, and honestly the list could go on. but those are one’s i rlly enjoy getting to use!
A character trope that you find yourself always writing? uuummmm the girl who tries to be everyone’s friend and ends up a little like a doormat, yet! can pack a punch. OR like?? secretly really angry and broody guys i— i don’t TRY to but it happens.
A role play-related pet peeve? when like.. people join a rp with their friend with a ship and ONLY pay attention to it. or when people get impatient and start messaging you asking when you’re going to reply if it’s only been like two hours.
Would you rather…
Would you rather be famous when you are alive and forgotten when you die or unknown when you are alive but famous after you die? famous while alive
Would you rather never use social media sites / apps again or never watch another movie or TV show? probably social media, i’ve gone without it before so it’s not like i couldn’t do it again.
Would you rather be completely invisible for one day or be able to fly for one day? omg.. be invisible for a day. and just do whatever i want.
Would you rather have everything you eat be too salty or not salty enough no matter how much salt you add? not salty enough, you can fix that with other things.
This or that…?
Iced or hot? iced.
Cake or pie? cake
Antique or brand new? new
Call or text? call, i always forget to reply to texts
Online shopping or going to the mall? online shopping, but also the mall bc i need to try things on
Ocean or mountains? ocean
Money or free time? money
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