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Jason

I heard the locker next to mine close and turned to face him, flicking my hair out of my face and running my hand through my hair. I listened to him talk, looking mr. Q up and down with judgemental eyes. I scoffed, there was a reason why a wasn't dating anyone. High standerds. "There is a reason I'm not dating anyone." I said in a snappy tone," I've been asked out by Harry Styles before, and you know what I said, no, no why? Sure the publicity would do wonders for me but you know, when he asked me he did it such a manner that it seemed like he knew I would say yes, but I didn't. And all of the boys at this school are juvenile; you for example. Your hair is messy, and not in that cute bed head way, just plain messy. Your clothes are wrinkledAnd is that for a stain."

[l i o n.]

{{May I reserve the Big Shot and Big Time Rebel?

[grizzly.]

{ yes you may, and I'll reply in a few minutes

[grizzly.]

✯ ｑｕｅｎｔｉｎ ✯
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| ѕeventeen | ѕιngle | tagged : jason |

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мood вored
crυѕн jaѕon & jonaѕ
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wιтн jason

Quentin glared at Jason as she spoke, his grin faded to a non-impressed, dull curve in his lips and pushed himself off his locker, still looking at the girl. "Oh so I'm a juvenille? You're not exactly the most pleasent female in the world, miss goody-two-shoes. So actual teenagers, not wannabe teens like yourself have standards that are too high for real people? You think I care that Harry Styles asked you out? Ha! You're dreaming princess. So what I didn't feel like getting all fancied up for school. I mean it's school. Keep up this little act sweetheart and you'll be alone forever." He snorted before walking away, not giving her a chance to speak. He had to admit he did have a short temper and he didn't want to he lingering around who he had called princess, but ment it in an insulting way as he spoke to her, and realized he had to force himself not to curse at her. Pushing away the though he continued to make his way through the crowd of people in the hallways.

[l i o n.]

Of Monsters and Men: Little Talks
Hey! Hey! Hey!
I don't like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear
[Video version:] The stairs creak as you sleep, it's keeping me awake
[Live version:] The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes

Some days I can't even trust myself
It's killing me to see you this way

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

"Hey there. I'm Rowan. Rowan James Hudson."

Rowan was named after his great-grandfather who immigrated to Australia from England. His middle name was decided by his mother who'd always wanted a boy named James. He took his father's last name as his own.
Pronounciation: Row-an
Meaning:In Gaelic, it means little red one
Nicknames:"Well, I guess you can call me Row... Or anything you want."


18 | eighteen
Birthdate:"I was born on October 21st to my mother Marie and father Benjamin."
Birthplace:"I was actually born in Sydney, Australia. I'm the second of two children. Twins to be exact and the only one to survive."

Little Talks
[Chorus:]
'Hey! Hey! Hey!

There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love.

[Video version:] Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
[Live version:] Some days I feel like I'm wrong when I'm right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Rowan is a gentle soul harboring a heavy burden. This young man suffers from fits where he blacks, missing possibly days at a time. He has terrible mood-swings, only controlled by heavy medication to keep him subdued. Despite his struggles, he takes the moment as his own. Nothing can hold him down. Rowan is very light-hearted and charming but a lot of the time he is unable to show people this side because they've already run away. In some ways, he's like the beast. Things just set him off and he rampages. Many consider this young man a bit vain, full of himself at times but he always has his head about him. He's not one to sit by. Rowan enjoys getting into mischief where he's allowed to use his brute strength rather than those beautiful brains of his. What Rowan needs is Belle. Someone to keep him in check. Someone with gentle patience, willing to show him the way. And eventually, he will transform or die when the rose wilts.
Likes:"I working on mechanics, keeping fit, sailing, and of course, football."
Dislikes:"I don't like *ssh*les, clingy girls, crowds, and goldfish."
Fears:"I am afraid of heights, needles, guns, and roller-coasters."
Dreams:"I dream of earning a football scholarship to a good college."
Hobbies:"Fitness training. My life revolves around football for the most part with the occasional surfing or baseball."



Rowan has always had it hard, unable to keep up with others in school. Ever since he was seven, he's suffered from severe mood swings and fits, leaving days of his life missing. He was brought up spoilt, which contributes to his inability to process emotions properly. Rowan was always spoiled by his parents who gave him anything to keep him calm. Rowan could never attend a true school and suffered greatly in public. He led a solitary child-hood, being bullied by children his own age. Rowan ended up confiding in his care-taker, Ms. Dubose for most of his childhood and teen life until she passed when he was thirteen. Then he was alone again and his fits grew worse. His family moved to the United States when he was fifteen, giving him the opportunity to start over. Rowan seized the chance and began constant training, making it onto the football team.
Family:Rowan's family is made up of his parents Marie and Benjamin Hudson.
Pets: Rowan isn't allowed to have pets. His mother is allergic and his father just doesn't want to deal with one, especially when Rowan goes into his episodes.
Significant Memories:Rowan's best memory was when his father took his surfing for the first time. The feel of the salt water splashing his face, wind beneath him.

Little Talks
Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Hey!

You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is the ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go we'll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep

Best Friend:Rowan's pretty good at making friends now that he's been exposed to school life
Sexual Orientation:This is a touchy subject for Rowan. He's actually a closet bi-sexual.
Crush:"Well, not really. Why?"
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:"Um no sorry?"
Ex-Boyfriends/Girlfriends:Rowan's had a few relationships. The girls seem to dig the Australian accent
Enemies:He's probably made a few here and there



Hair Color:a usually messy, light blonde with darker hues
Eye Color:sea green
Height:6'2
Weight: 135 lbs.
Body Type: Tall and lean with good muscle structure.

Of Monsters and Men: Little Talks
Hey! Hey! Hey!
I don't like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear
[Video version:] The stairs creak as you sleep, it's keeping me awake
[Live version:] The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes

Some days I can't even trust myself
It's killing me to see you this way

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

"The name's Lucifer. Lucifer Reese Malory. Pretty ironic, you know? My name is so bright and happy, but I'm just the devil in disguise."

Lucifer was named after his uncle who perished during the war in Iraq. His middle name was decided by his mother who'd had a kitten named Reese as a child. A little strange? I think yes. He took his father's last name as his own, though he's never actually met the b*stard.
Pronounciation: Lew-siff-er
Meaning:Carrier of Light
Nicknames:"If someone that out-ranks me gives me a nickname, there's not much I can do about it. But if it's from someone that ranks lower than me on the totem-pole, then I won't stand for it."


19 | nineteen
Birthdate:"I was born on December 31st to my mother Bailey and some sperm donor."
Birthplace:"I was actually born in Texas. I'm an only child. Too late to have siblings. We moved from there when I was 15 when my mom got a job offer."

Little Talks
[Chorus:]
'Hey! Hey! Hey!

There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love.

[Video version:] Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
[Live version:] Some days I feel like I'm wrong when I'm right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Lucifer's a joke. Nothing is serious in his eyes and he's only in to having fun and getting into trouble. He's kind of the stoner of the group. However, Lucifer holds fierce loyalty to you once you earn it and he'll stay by you no matter what. Despite his obnoxious and carefree exterior, the teen is vulnerable and scared, insecure about his every move. In some ways, Lucifer is like a bird, never staying in one place, afraid of commitment. The boy is a keen listener when he decides to shut his mouth and he tries to give advice from the heart. Lucifer is a free spirit. He's truly a sweetheart behind a thick cover that no one has ever gotten past. They mostly see a rude, and stubborn kid. He isn't your typical soft guy. He's the guy that will make all the trouble. Your parents warn you about guys like Lucifer. But truly, he just feels alone and the only way to cover that up is not to let anyone in.
Likes:"I like working with my cars, keeping fit, making my abilities better, and spending time with my mom. And maybe the adrenaline from skateboarding... just a little."
Dislikes:Lucifer isn't fond of people trying to compete with him, fighting for someone's attention, being denied his wants, and being ignored.
Fears:"I am afraid of nothing."
Dreams:"I dream of doing something with my life, anything to prove that I'm not a waste of a life."
Hobbies:"I like surfing, skateboarding, partying, and working on anything mechanic related."



Lucifer had an uneventful childhood till he was 15. Then, it all changed. His mother took a job in the Northeast and they moved away from all he'd ever known. Lucifer had to leave his friends, his girlfriend, practically his whole life. When he reached New York, he didn't fit in with his school and began to suffer. That's when his mother pulled him out of public school and sent him to a private school. However, he continued to slip, getting into drugs, alcohol, anything and everything illegal. Lucifer was placed into counciling, revealing his depression. Not wanting to deal with him, his mother rented a small flat for him. Lucifer dropped out of school, slowly picking up home-schooling until he learned to skate. It took up all his time.
Family:Lucifer's family is made up of only his mother, Bailey. His scum-bag father left them when Lucifer wasn't more than a few hours old. Commitment phobe is a bit lenient.
Pets: Lucifer isn't allowed pets at home, nor does he want the responsibility of another life in his hands.
Significant Memories:"I clearly remember the day I moved to New York.I had to go to a public school for the first time and I started failing. Hard."

Little Talks
Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Hey!

You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is the ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go we'll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep

Best Friend:"I don't have a best friend. Shocked?"
Sexual Orientation:This is a touchy topic for Lucifer. He's pan-sexual but nobody has ever been able to get that sort of information out of him and that's how he plans on keeping it. Besides, his relationships are never real.
Crush:""If by crush you mean- honestly, I don't wanna play games. No."
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:"Mmm...."~Lucifer isn't easily tied down, he just wants the thrill and the adventure but deep down, he's one of those mushy gushy guys, just searching for that girl that makes his stomach flutter every time he sees her.
Ex-Boyfriends/Girlfriends:"Nope. Not a serious one and there probably never will be which is fine."
Enemies:Enemies. What a broad term



Hair Color:Lucifer's hair is a shaggy, side-swept or lazily groomed brunette unless he actually chooses to do something with it.
Eye Color:Lucifer's eyes are a mix of green, gray and brown, otherwise known as hazel. A pretty name for such ugly things. However, his eyes are what gives him away every-time, what draws people in.
Height:Lucifer stands at an above-average 6'2
Weight: Lucifer isn't quite the weight he needs to be, tipping the scales at a whopping 147 lbs.
Body Type: Lucifer is a tall, average teen with tan, toned skin thanks to his Australian heritage. The boy is lean and muscular through and through. His most distinctive trait is his warm, mischievous smile and that glint he gets in his eyes when he knows he's got you hooked.

[grizzly.]

{ accepted, but just to clarify that in the roleplay The Big Shot ends up with a crush on Little Miss Movie Star (Kaitlin)
And Big Time Rebel ends up crushing on Little Miss Lady (Ashley) that is once they attend the school then they can interact.

[l i o n.]

{{Yup. Got it, so where should I start off?

[grizzly.]

{ wherever you'd like. I kind of have Ashley at the moment off limits since she's on a tour bus...but I guess one of your characters could somehow get her email adress and she ends up eventually just giving him her number?

[l i o n.]

R O W A N.

{PRIM AND PROPER
THE CHARMING PRINCE OF FOOTBALL
THE BLINDLY LOYAL

ROWAN sat alone in the math classroom as he had for the past thee months in an attempt to bring his grade up.Despite the teacher's valiant attempts at helping him, the star football player was still earning a D. A sigh of frustration passed his cracked lips and his head fell, landing with a dull thud on his arms. It was hopeless. Of course he needed to pass this class to graduate and continue with football and of course he couldn't. Anger and helplessness churned in his stomach, making him feel sick. Rowan shoved away from his desk in a hurry, keeping his head low as he slipped out of the room and down the hall. The boy tried to retain deep, steady breaths, afraid that if he worked himself up enough, he'd black out. The boy stood miserably in front of his locker, his forehead pressed against the cool metal as he closed his sea-green eyes.

L U C I F E R.

{MASTER OF SARCASM
THE PROUD
PRICKLY FACADE

LUCIFER shook his head, watching the other kids as they congregated around the school like lost sheep. Grunting softly, the boy pushed himself off of the bench, figuring he'd have to enter the imagination slaughter-house sooner or later. With one last look of longing around the outside world, Lucifer stepped into the bleak, unwelcoming hallway. Girls giggling, jocks laughing, people whispering. The boy felt a warm, thick mass press quickly against his chest. With a disgusted glance down, he pushed the freshman away. "Watch where you're walking." he growled, shaking his head as he grabbed his books and headed off towards the library before class. Lucifer slumped into an armchair, his vision becoming distant as he slouched, his chin resting on his palm. Only a few more months and he'd be free. It's not that Lucifer was a bad student, he just chose not to show that he may have potential.

[grizzly.]

♬ ａｓｈｌｅｙ ♬
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| ѕeventeen | ѕιngle | tagged : ... |

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Ashley let her arm drop off the side of the velvet bench couch and searched the carpet covered floor of the tour bus for her phone. Once she had retrieved the smartphone with a glaxy phone cover that she liked she flipped herself over so she laid on her back once again, still fighting the urge to break down and cry. Needing someone to talk to she thumbed through some of her email contacts, finding no one she really wanted to talk to, and knowing they'd never understand the challanges of a foster child who grew to be a famous singer, which was what she was. She groaned before letting the iPhone drop and land with a light thump on her stomach.