my skinny boys that don't like chocolate

[coriander.]

"why so serious?"

ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Lycan Alexander Ackwood
ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: "I just go by Lycan. My parents already gave me a bad enough name. A nickname would just make it worse."
ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: His friends jokingly call him 'wolf-boy'. Almost everyone he meets associates his name with werewolves.

ᴀɢᴇ: Eighteen years old.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male.

ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ: He came from New York City, New York.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Lycan has natural sand-brown hair, but dies the tips blonde intermittently. It's a bit of a joke within his friend group that he has 'lightning hair'. He always styles it intricately so that it spikes up messily. He has a naturally sarcastic face and almost has one eyebrow raised when he observes people. His skin is decently pale and he has a difficult time getting a tan. His eyes are deep brown, even darker than his hair, and it makes it hard to see what he is feeling when you talk to him. He stands at 5'11" with a long torso and lanky legs, with a meager weight of only 153 pounds. He is definitely not too into sports, keeping his body lean but not muscular. He can be seen wearing skinny jeans and brightly patterned shirts with strange jackets or scarves on a daily basis, for he is not afraid to dress how he likes.

ɢᴇɴ. ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Lycan is a very sarcastic, playful guy. He comes off as very serious and stuck-up at first meeting, but after warming up to him it becomes obvious that he is just trying to appear mature because he has such a strong ability. He wants to be respected, but also wants people to know that he isn't too serious at all times. He enjoys letting loose and doing some crazy, reckless, slight-stupid-but-still-hilarious things and almost always manages to weasel his way out of trouble. The true definition of a young trouble-maker, he enjoys pulling pranks and scaring the people he knows best. He definitely enjoys girls a lot and has a few too many close girl friends, but since he playfully flirts with everyone (including guy friends), no one thinks he is a player or a flirt. He is not fond of the idea of normal humans at the school, but thinks they will be fun to mess around with indeed. Overall a very silly person, he can be a joy to get to know but also a good person to have on your side. He is loyal to the people he cares most about.

ʙᴇʟɪᴇғs:
- no religion.
- chocolate is the food of Satan.
- dogs were put on this earth to chase him.
- everything happens for a reason.
- fate.

ʟɪᴋᴇs:
- cats and small creatures.
- gingerbread anything.
- cuddling. He will cuddle with anyone or anything, he just likes it.
- cold pillows.
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
- dogs of any kind.
- chocolate... of any kind.
- spinach.
- when someone is cold with him.

[coriander.]

Actors search for rejection.
If they don't get it
they reject themselves.

ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Nicholas Sebastian Beckett
ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: "I go by Sebastian professionally." || His name on the show is Sebastian "Ian" Beckett, but he prefers to keep his professional life separate from his personal life. His real nickname, from the crew and from family, is Nick.
ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: "I told my friends cannot call me Ian off camera, yet they still do." || He hates when people tease him for having a different name on-camera.

ᴀɢᴇ: Twenty-one, nearly twenty-two years old.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male

ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ: He comes from a small town on the coast of Maine.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Nicholas stands at an even 5'11", his body thin and even considerably skinny, but with a light smattering of muscle tone. He weighs a mere 145 pounds, so it is obvious he is not a body builder. He has a very clean, modern taste in clothing. He wears more tasteful outfits, such as loosely fitted, expensive dark wash jeans and a crisp, clean white button up shirt (with the top buttons undone, naturally). His entire look is extremely sophisticated-he likes to look a little messy, but it always comes off as elegant. He has distinct, fair hair that is always spiked in the front so it doesn't settle on his forehead. His artfully pale skin contrasts his dark, chocolate brown eyes to complete the picture. He has no piercings or tattoos, but he thinks he will get a few tattoos someday.

ɢᴇɴ. ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Ian is a very smooth guy--he'll try to talk someone into doing his bidding if he can't do something himself. He tends to get a little cocky at times, which many people find aggravating. He is, however, a definite ladies' man and a huge charmer. He was very popular in high school, with loads of close friends and plenty of parties to attend. Something he is actually a little embarrassed by is the fact he was the valedictorian of his class. He never mentions his intelligence, but it is very obvious he is a bright guy. He just masks it by being a smooth-talker and a flirt. Although [name of character] is his girlfriend, he has been seeing [name of character] behind his girlfriend's back and is completely torn as to what to do about it. He's extremely charismatic and a little bit of a troublemaker. It is well known around the crew that he is quite the prankster, so it is pretty bad to get on his bad side. He is the one that all female fans have a crush on, due to the fact he is particularly good looking.

ʙᴇʟɪᴇғs:
- ghosts are not real, even though he pretends he believes in them on camera.
- fate.
- no religion.

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs/ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
- Host of Transcendence.
- He likes to wakeboard, play badminton and play soccer in his free time.
- He really enjoys watching indie film.

ʟɪᴋᴇs:
- making people laugh
- being appreciated/recognized
- excitement of any kind
- being under pressure
- dogs
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
- cats cats cats
- people arguing with him
- being ignored
- too much pressure
- chocolate

[coriander.]

does he look like more of a Judah, a Bennet, a Wes, a Chandler, an Elliot or an Oliver to you?

the loyal one

ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Weston Oliver Elliot
ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: "Either Wes or West" || He primarily goes by Wes as a first name. Few people actually know his first name is Weston.
ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: "Some people called me by my last name because it's kind of a first name, too..." || He didn't really mind, but it's not something he picked out.

ᴀɢᴇ: Nearly seventeen years old, born January 9th.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male

ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ: Southern Illinois. He has a slight Southern accent that only shows in certain words with certain vowels, and he tries his best not to pronounce them funny. He was teased for several years for "talking funny" once he left Illinois and went north.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Wes is a very charming young man with a big, bright smile that causes crinkles around his eyes. He is almost always smiling and showing his teeth when he does. His hair is dark brown and kept decently short, but he does try to keep it spiked up so it doesn't fall onto his forehead. Sometimes he wears a bandana to keep his hair off of his face, and he tends to rock it. His eyes are a darker shade of blue that is often confused for deep brown at a distance. He is skinny in general, weighing 149 pounds at his 5'11" height, but manages to keep a lean appearance instead of the typical 'flabby-thin'. He wears a lot of indie-style clothing; jackets, skinny jeans with combat boots, bandanas, etc. He is not afraid to wear a scarf with his coat and he is proud to admit it. He is almost always clean-shaven, for he hates his facial hair and thinks he looks much better without it.

ɢᴇɴ. ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Wes is the type of happy that is often considered to be contagious. People that see him smiling almost always can't resist smiling, themselves. Others find his constant smile a little irritating, but no insult will make him stop. If anything, he will just play along to irritate the person even more. He is a happy-go-lucky class-clown and a very polite, sweet boy. It is nigh on impossible to make him angry, unless you threaten something he cares about. When his happiness or the happiness of others is threatened in any way, Wes can quickly drop his smile and get a serious look about him that is almost frightening. He will do anything to preserve the well-being and the happiness of the people he loves and cares about, including violence. The eeriest part about him is that he will come to blows with a person and then immediately turn around and be almost normal within minutes. For some, it makes it hard to get along with him because they aren't exactly sure what is going on in his head. He is the loyal guy in a group of friends, thinking cheating is awful and that gossip is horrible and bullying is just plain stupid. He will put anything on the line to stand up for his friends and will volunteer himself to do stupid things just to help them. That is not to say that he is not intelligent, however. He's an exceptionally bright young guy with a good sense of logic to him, but he prefers to put reason before logic in some cases. Ask him an intellectual question and he will give you a very length answer.

ʙᴇʟɪᴇғs:
- once a cheater, always a cheater.
- karma.
- no religion.

ʟɪᴋᴇs:
- dogs of any kind
- animals in general
- anything vanilla
- being with his favorite people.
- raspberries
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
- bullies and bitter people.
- seeing someone he cares about get hurt.
- chocolate

[coriander.]

"Correct me if
I'm wrong, but
hasn't the fine
line between sanity
and madness gotten
finer?"

ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Jacen Reed Callacy
ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: "Most people just call me Jace." || He has never really had another nickname he's liked.
ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: His sister called him "Jacey" since he was little. He has put up with it, but hates it if anyone other than Catherine calls him it or teases him for it.

ᴀɢᴇ: Twenty-six years old.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Jace has a very feline appearance, as is customary in his family. His features are all elegant and angled; he has a smaller nose than most people, higher cheekbones and a more prominent jawline. His hair is a short, light chocolate brown and his eyes are a vibrant hazel that pop from his lightly sunkissed skin. He is 5'11" tall and very lean for someone of the hard-working lower-middle class. He spends his days working in the fields and helping people with various laborious tasks, assisting in any way he can to get things to run smoothly. He weighs 159 lbs and thus has a decently thin body. He typically wears beat-up denim jeans and stained, dark shirts to go work in so that he can wash any dirt out when he gets home, but when he isn't working he exactly manages to look pretty well-kept, wearing his nicer, not-so-worn-out clothing.

ɢᴇɴ. ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Jace is that guy that is frustratingly nice and tends to ask nothing for it. His parents are middle-class merchants and his sister actually works for the leader's medic, but he chooses to go help with the lower class. He doesn't care about what people think about him, which is ironic due to the fact everyone tends to think he is a really decent guy. He has great manners and an irritating patience for nearly everything. His parents taught him to love people even though they are flawed and it's ingrained in his mind that everyone is equal. He is the type of person to be faced with a hot-headed jerk and only politely smile in return to their actions. He doesn't speak often, but when he does he tends to say something incredibly intelligent. He's well-educated due to the fact he was a recently graduated law student at the time of the apocalypse. Some say that he's bright enough to own a business of his own, or even to try to outsmart Virginia. He doesn't want power, though, and only wants to do something to fix the way society is working. He hates seeing people suffer and can almost always be found at the home of a sick or injured person, trying to cheer them up. His parents taught him the best fairy tales and he is called 'the story man' by the little kids of the community. He is oddly happy for someone living in such a dystopian society.

ʙᴇʟɪᴇғs:
- everything can be fixed in a peaceful manner.
- family is more important than anything.
- life should be spent making the best of the circumstances you are in, and doing what you can to improve them.

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs/ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
- helps around the community, especially with the sick people
- tells stories to the little kids
- works in the fields, etc.

[coriander.]

Fight for what
you believe in,
for if you don't,
you will be
forever fighting against
yourself.

ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Cain Mason Sterling
ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: He only goes by Cain.
ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: He was often called "Sterling" at work.

ᴀɢᴇ: Twenty-three years old.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Cain has jet black hair and dark brown eyes to go with. He is, in general, a very dark person. His skin is tanned from hours of working in the sun at a blacksmith-type job. He makes tools for the agricultural people, so his hands are typically always cut up and rough. It's rare to see him without black smears on his face from work. He is a rather tall guy, standing at 6'2". He weighs 189 lbs, every ounce of it pure muscle. He obsessively works out to get out his anger at the situation the lower classes are in. His clothes are almost always, dark, simple, and covered in stains after work.

ɢᴇɴ. ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Cain had been going to college for engineering at the time of the apocalypse, although his true passion was in cars. Once the apocalypse occurred, he got his mother and tried to get out of his home city of Chicago, Illinois. After a long while of being hungry and searching for a new home, he stumbled upon the community he calls home. The traveling took a toll on his mother, though, and she has remained sick since. His knowledge for how things are assembled and how they work allowed him to quickly get a job as a blacksmith.

Cain is a difficult guy to get along with... if you're upper class. He cares very much for the people of the community that are suffering. He is very hot-headed and ready to fight at any time for what he thinks is right. He doesn't think the way their society is organized is human and badly wants to organize a rebellion to overthrow their "leader". He strikes out at anyone possible, trying to show the people that they can fight for what they want. Most of his drive comes from the fact he has a mother that is terminally ill, and no matter what he does, he can't get her any medical help. Since this has come about, he has found several other families that are the same way and wants it to be brought to an end. He is bitter, angry, and tough. Cain will take any punishment to make sure the world becomes fair again, and often makes very stupid, self-sacrificing decisions to make things happen.

ʙᴇʟɪᴇғs:
- society is unfair.
- the people have the power to take back what they want.
- the upper class deserves a painful punishment for ignoring the suffering around them.

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs/ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
He works as a blacksmith, making tools in the shop in town.

[coriander.]

ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ:
ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ɴᴀᴍᴇ:
ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ:

ᴀɢᴇ:
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:

ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ:
ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ:

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

ɢᴇɴ. ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

ʙᴇʟɪᴇғs:

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs/ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

ʟɪᴋᴇs:
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:

[coriander.]

[coriander.]

ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Dexter J. Cash
ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: "I've gone by Dex for several years now." || All of his close friends have called him Dex since about the 6th grade. He used to hate it, but now has come to prefer it. It's only in arguments that he's called Dexter, typically.
ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: "DJ. Just no." || He absolutely despises the shortened version of his first and second initial. A few friends in earlier grades gave him that nickname and he quickly put a stop to it. Even mentioning it makes him angry.

ᴀɢᴇ: Nineteen years old, he was born in November.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Dexter has dark brown hair that hangs onto his face. It naturally swoops a little, staying out of his eyes. He tried to style it like everyone else, spiking it upwards--but he has a barely visible chicken pox scar on his forehead that irks him. Even though no one can really see it, his own eyes spot the imperfection as if it was bright purple. He still manages to look handsome with his hair down, and it makes him unique. His eyes are dark brown, making it so it is hard to see his emotions. He stands a half inch short of six foot, weighing 152 lbs. He's definitely a skinny kid, with toned-but-not-huge muscles. His trademark would have to be his leather jacket, which he wears no matter what the season. His shirts are made up mostly of band tees and solid colored v-necks. He wears typical denim jeans, loosely fitted and flattering to his lean legs. His shoes are pretty calm, made up of Sperry's, Toms, assorted slip-on Vans and a pair of moccasins. He doesn't really care what people think of him, but still dresses to impress. He looks more charming than usual in a suit.

ɢᴇɴ. ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Dexter is the type of guy that personally believes he is a great, hilarious guy and won't let anyone else tell him otherwise. He's quite the character--he's the kid in every class that is cracking the (slightly inappropriate) jokes. He has friends of all kinds at school and gets along with almost anyone. He used to be close with Coen, but they had a falling out once they got older and are practically sworn enemies. Dexter personally thinks it has something to do with the fact he made out with Coen's girlfriend in the past. He's a very flirtatious guy by nature, but everyone knows he has been dating his current girlfriend for over a year. She and him have slipped into a comfortable routine, which Dexter feels both positively and negatively about. Being that he's the type of guy that loves spontaneity and surprises, he's a little bored. But then again, he loves this girl and can't imagine his life without her... if it wasn't for Phoebe Scott. She and him had a thing at one time, even kissing, but that was before he was dating his girlfriend. It's undeniable that he still has some sort of feelings for her, but he publicly denies them. He remained friends with her, but secretly wonders if he'd be willing to sacrifice his current relationship for her. He really enjoys making her happy, something that she seems to appreciate more than his girlfriend. He's a very torn young man, but all the wall he keeps up a confident front and hides it from everyone else.

He is rebellious and daring, and often gets applauded for his assorted acts of rebellion against 'the system'. He once broke into the school office to change his grade in his algebra class, but the act was discovered. He managed to make it so Coen was blamed, however, and got off without any trouble. He is a devious person, and surprisingly possesses enough logic to slip out of nearly any situation.

ʙᴇʟɪᴇғs:
- everything happens for a reason.
- not religious.

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs/ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
- he works as a waiter at a local restaurant.
- he doesn't have time for a school sport, for he is a bit overworked at the restaurant.

ʟɪᴋᴇs:
- attention
- surprises and changes to routines
- scaring people/entertaining people
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
- being told to stop anything
- being told he isn't funny
- insults to The Jacket
- birds

[coriander.]

[coriander.]

you will rarely make w i s e decisions if you surround yourself with fools



n a m e ::
Kohen "Ohio" Jeremiah Kingsley

g e n d e r ::
Male

a g e ::
Sixteen years old.

j o b (if applicable) ::
"Kind of a family business."
He works in his uncle's bakery in town.

p e r s o n a l i t y ::
Kohen is a really chill guy. He doesn't like to get involved in other people's drama and just enjoys living. He thoroughly believes that spending every moment thinking you could die the next moment is a waste of your life and you should just go with what happens to enjoy yourself the most. He is a decent friend to almost everyone he stumbles across, which is always astounding the the "weird" kids because they assume he probably thinks he's way too cool for them. He doesn't believe in status and rankings, though, and sees everyone as a human being. Because of this, albeit, he doesn't fit in very well with his peers and is seen as a little uppity and rude. The people that know him best know that he can take any joke, that he can make even funnier jokes himself, and that he has an unrivaled confidence (without being cocky). He is modestly intelligent and will keep quiet unless his opinion is asked.

h o b b i e s ::
- Playing percussion for the school band
- Activities like basketball, soccer, wakeboarding and snowboarding
- He has tried (pitifully) to learn guitar and piano and often claims he is decent at them

h i s t o r y ::
Kohen was born in a small town in the 'Middle of Nowhere, Ohio'. His parents had both gone to college out there and hadn't exactly planned to start a family when they did, so they ended up stuck in that small town for several years until they could get the money together to move back to their home town, Ivywood. Kohen started his 4th grade year there and was immediately awarded the nickname "Ohio" because he talked a little different than the rest of the kids. He grew up accustomed to the name and is now entirely used to it, and even accepts it in replacement of his first name. He has no sob story and lives a simple life with his two parents and his siblings. He has two younger sisters, one being fourteen and named Cassidie and the other only ten years old, named Elizabeth.

l i f e ::
Kohen is a pretty well-rounded guy. He is enrolled in two different band classes, one being Honors Band and the other being Jazz. He is pretty well known as the school's go-to drummer for any event. On the side, he participates in sports like track, soccer and basketball. However he is not known as a jock because he openly admits he's not exactly star-player material. He just loves the feeling of being important to a group of people--hence why he loves being a part of the pack so much. His knowledge of the supernatural stems from the fact his father is a full-time, self-employed writer that purely enjoys writing novels on supernatural occurrences and beings. Kohen grew up on different ghost stories than most other small children and his father has instilled in him a thirst for the unreal. His mother, too sweet for her own good, works the business aspect of her brother's small-town bakery, which Kohen works at.

h e i g h t ::
"I've always been the awkwardly tall, skinny kid."
6'1"

w e i g h t ::
"I really don't like to talk about it."
158 pounds.

p h y s i c a l ::
Standing at 6'1" and weighing a mere 158 pounds, Kohen is a very tall, thin guy. He doesn't have hardly any fat on what little there is of his frame. He is not entirely twiggy, however, and his entire figure is very lean with a light smattering of hard-earned muscle. He's the type of kid that has very, very thin ankles and his clothes generally seem to drape off of him a bit. His eyes are a lovely shade of light ocean blue and are accented by the light freckles that dot his face. He has full--yet still masculine--lips and gently tanned skin from all of the time he spends in the sun. His hair is a darker shade of honey-blonde and is neatly styled into sophisticated spikes above his head.

c r u s h ::
Will be established.

g i r l f r i e n d ::
"Just my cat, she's quite the feisty young woman."