Aisling Frodison

Appearance

Aisling is not drop dead gorgeous, but she is quite pretty. She stands at 5'11 and has an athletic build. Her upper body is more triangular in shape, hosting broad shoulders and a smaller waist. Her frame is wiry and muscled, not very curvy, and made for strength and endurance. Aisling's slim figure is not one to be mistaken as weak, as she packs a hefty, well-practiced punch and is fully capable of holding her own. It also helps to have a pocket knife on her person at all times, but don't tell the school that.

This young woman has very clear Norwegian bloodlines. Her thick, auburn hair is naturally wavy with soft curls, but she hates having to deal with that texture and much prefers to straighten it. It reaches the bottoms of her shoulder blades when left natural and extends an extra inch or two after being attacked with a flat iron. Naturally somewhat-pale skin tans nicely into a golden-brown that nearly blends into her hair, though she almost always sports a farmer's tan, sock tan, and shorts tan consecutively. True to the stereotype of redheaded individuals, Aisling has freckling across her face and shoulders. It is not heavy, but it is noticeable when looking at her up close.

Intelligent brown eyes are set beneath straight eyebrows and rimmed by thick, dark eyelashes. She has a smaller-than-average nose and slightly full, straight lips. Her face is, overall, very refined and defined with slighly prominent cheekbones and a prominent jawline.

Aisling is a tomboy and she acts like it. Her makeup is minimal, usually limited to mascara. She's rarely seen out of jeans and t-shirts; her shoes are either work boots or tennis shoes. It takes incredible incentives to get her to wear dresses, or even skirts, but when she actually tries to look like a princess, she can pull it off quite well. She walks confidently and stands to her full height. Her strides are long and languid while still maintaining a certain regality to them. Aisling is certainly quite intimidating.

Personality

Ever since she was a young girl, she has had a gifted mind. Logic puzzles and strategy games interested her more than others her age, and when she got bored of those, she made her own real-life scenarios: human chess, hunting games, and thinking up riddles were things she would often subject those around her to. She was, and still is, a very intelligent and aware person. Of course, her social skills and the readings of cues developed more after her phase of demanding people play with her, but they are there now, and have remained strong.

Competition has always been a driving factor for her. Not to be the best, per se, but to at least give the best a run for their money. The thrill of the game, the risks, the glory -- she lives for it. She will not always accept a challenge. If she knows there is no chance of avoiding utter demolition, she will decline. Likewise, if the other person faces a complete butt-whupping, she will decline. If it is deemed a waste of time, she will decline. Is it a baking competition? She will decline.

Aisling is more into the adventurous sides of things. If something promises to push her to her limits, she'll give it a go. She wants to grow, to learn, to flourish. To progress in... well, life in general. She is not so adventurous as to put herself or those around her in blatant danger, however, and she is quite good about making rational, thought-out decisions.

She's a calm and collected young woman. Her words are reasonable and have been mulled over in her mind before being spoken out loud. Aisling knows how to stick her words where they'll hurt, but she also knows how to hold them back. However she uses her words and actions, they always have a sort of fluidity to them. Always smooth, flowing.

She is a more antisocial person, preferring to be alone -- whether or not she is "with" a crowd, she is always separated somehow. Aisling is quieter, more stoic or sober in appearance, just reserved in general. Her firm grasp on her words, her strengths, and her stature all give her a more intimidating cast. She is not one to mess with. Her feelings just can't be hurt -- but she can get annoyed.

The darker side of her is one that doesn't show itself often. She is great at manipulating others. She does not use this gift often, though it is no secret that she eloquently flips and twists phrases to meet her needs. It comes in handy every once in a while. She is normally aloof, but Aisling can become downright cold if someone is on her naughty list. Morbid curiosity is also a quirk of hers: dead things are fascinating, and she wants to pry them apart to figure out how they work. She's not at all squeamish. Aisling also gets highly defensive about her job and course of study, especially seeing how it is a little more unusual. She is still a horse-riding, butt-kicking, punch-throwing sonofagun, though.

Likes

Sports || Hunting || Weapons || History || Math and Science || Animals || Outdoors || Sparring || Rural Areas || Food || Her Truck

Dislikes

Shopping || Fashion || Cities || Parties || Politics || Art Class || Dumb Rules || School || Snobs and Bullies || Most Popular Things/People

Backstory

Aisling's father is full-blooded Scandinavian and her mother grew up in Ireland. They moved to the US just before she was born, so she is technically a United States citizen. She worked on farms and ranches in the surrounding area her whole life and currently has a job at a ranch and horse facility. Aisling plays several sports including cross country, track, skeet shooting, and basketball; she also plays volleyball every once in a while. She is the middle child of seven.

Other

Every Halloween, she dresses up as Wile E Coyote. It's been a tradition for over ten years; she's not about to stop it now.

Vincent Cowl

Appearance

Vince is a far cry from ugly on the outside. A tall, muscular frame comes to a height of 6 foot 4 inches. He weighs in just unter 200 pounds, but it is nearly all muscle. His build is fairly angular, with his shoulders and back being slightly wider than his hips. He has muscle definition without being shredded; it's a healthy balance. His frame has quite a few scars, though none are extremely noticeable or stick out in such a way as to shock viewers. He just looks like he's worked and had accidents here and there, which is exactly the case.

His chiseled face hosts bright green eyes that always appear half lidded or narrowed, displaying a combination of intelligence, malice, knowledge, mischief, and something of a challenge that results in an unholy, barely-bridled tempest of a gaze. It's intimidating, and it is unnerving for many. His nose is set above thinner, fairly flat lips, one corner of which is almost always slightly curled upward in a sort of smirk.

Vincent's eyebrows are straight and a color to match his eyelashes. These are both a darker dirty blond, almost classified as a dark brown. His hair is a few shades lighter and often gains streaks, especially blonder ones during the summer months. His skin is a suntanned tan. He looks like the run-of-the-mill beach boy, though he's never set foot on a beach in his life. Fun fact.

Vincent's movement and mannerisms give away just how dangerous and unpredictable he can be. As he talks, his tone is thoughtful and compelling. Lulling, even. It's easy to get swept away in his low, soothing voice. He has a habit of studying his hands, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, or massaging his palms when on edge or angry. He walks with confident strides, though there is still a sort of ghostly movement to them. Vince's steps are not heavy -- he's quite light on his feet, though this is mostly just him being constantly alert. Always watching, always ready for anything.

He smells of the woods, like he's been off camping for the last few days. Pine smoke and nature. He dresses like it, too. Jeans cover either boots or tennis shoes. A belt is usually hidden by a t-shirt, and that is occasionally overshadowed by a jacket. The kind with the fluffy insides only, because those are superior.

Personality

Vincent is both abrasive and loud, and smooth and quiet. He is a die with so many sides it could be a sphere. He makes the walls of Jericho look pitiful. The Great Wall of China aspires to be the size of his emotional block. If more people knew about him, his ability to switch and hide emotions would be the eighth wonder of the world. Vincent is an enigma. A psychologist's nightmare -- or hayday. And he fully intends to keep himself that way.

Vincent's most prominent, hardest front is that of a manipulative, uncaring, arrogant jerk. Mind you, he is all of those things, as well as everything hidden underneath. He just focuses so hard on maintaining this appearance that those who find out what's beneath his outermost layer are often shocked. The deeper down one tunnels into this soul, the more bizarre, horrifying, sad, and curious it gets.

While Vincent is fully capable of fighting in a physical sense, he knows that many arguments can be won long before hands are thrown. His words are carefully chosen to destroy, to push buttons, or to hold close. His words can be so thickly laced with poison that they create a biohazard, or they can be the gentlest, most open things. It all depends on what he wants to accomplish.

This young man has known hurt and anguish for most of his life. He never dealt with it. He refuses to. It fuels him; it drives him forward, on to victory. He has learned what happens when you put others first. Now, he watches out for his own interests -- though there is a very deep, secretive place in him that is still much more human than he wants to ever admit.

He is malicious. He's manipulative. He's vicious. Vindictive. Ambitious. Those people around him are pawns in his game. Those who have hurt him... they are burned into his memory. Vincent never forgets -- but he always avenges. He doesn't really want power; he wants an army to be able to accomplish his goals. He wants chaos to spread like the disease that destroyed his life. Vincent hates almost everything and everyone.

Those in his closest friend group are the only people on the whole planet that he comes close to liking. He has a protective side only for them; they are his responsibility, and he intends to keep them safe. Of course, this is only for his own devices (or so he tries to convince himself), because what useful people are effective when they're dead? Vincent is extremely good at calculating risks. He knows almost every trick in the book, and he thinks out scenarios long in advance.

Vincent appears fairly aloof and disinterested when it comes to the real world and dealing with the people in it. He acts without a care in the world, or so it seems, and the repercussions can go step on a Lego. Every once in a while, though, he comes across a person -- and just snaps. The murderous, bloodthirsty side of him rears its ugly head, and a few seconds later, that person is missing theirs. Precious few, if any, know what triggers him so. They're just aware that he has this side in the first place.

In the deepest, most locked away recesses of his being, Vincent is loyal. He's even able to feel some sort of a semblance of love. Down in there, there is still a happy little kid who loves horses and chasing sheep like a cattle dog. There's still a tiny flicker of the boy who liked to cook and help his sister pick flowers. There's still an overprotective, big brother bear in there.

But he can't get out.

Likes

Being Alone || Outdoors || Violent Weather || Drawing || Silence || Blending In || Manipulating || Boxing

Dislikes

Socializing || Vulnerability || People || Group Projects || Memories || Whining

Backstory

He was the only child for most of his childhood. His sister, Sadie, was born when he was eight years old. He had a happy life, for the most part, and was a very normal child. One night, when he was thirteen, he woke up to his sister crying and the smell of smoke.

All that was ever disclosed to the public was that a burglary-gone-wrong resulted in the deaths of everyone in the family except for Vincent, and he tells precious few individuals the entire story. Vince went to live with his grandmother after the burglary, and his personality did a complete 180. Only one of the perpetrators was ever caught, and Vincent got to him before the police could.

Other

He's a boxer. That's his only sport.

He could be the murderer, suspect, or accomplice. I feel like with his attitude and history, he'd at least be a suspect. Thinking up a motive.