Name:

Bodhi Kazan Ariti

𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: 𝐵𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔

(very ironic, I know)

Age:

21

Gender:

Male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality*:

Bisexual; with a slight preference for males

Appearance:

Despite his human nature, Bodhi walks with an aura of a demon, or some other dark and unsettling form. When walking the streets, he is often avoided by young ones, and even some of the older children hang back at his seemingly ghastly presence. His skin is pale, almost deathly so, and despite nearly every moment of the day he walks the streets, but the sun seems to barely touch his ghostly flesh. His porcelain skin is something he prizes, obsesses over, even. He takes great care to keep his hands unmarred as possible. His back is nearly covered in scars, but he never speaks of where he gained these. He seems to thrive in the moonlight, when he stalks the streets, seeming even more devilish than he does in the sun.

His eyes are the colour of bitter coffee, dark, and unyielding, framed by strangely feminine eyelashes. He has high cheekbones, and a jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds. His dark hair is cut raggedly, longer on the top, and cut close around his skull on the sides. He has a lean, muscular build, and stands around 5'10. His shorter stature leaves people uneasy, wondering if his height is going to leave him at a disadvantage to them, or whether he will use it against them. He often speaks in a low, raspy voice, which doesn't quite seem to match his face, nor his age. His lips are round and full, a dusky rose colour. Despite the fact that they are often turned down in a frown, when he does smile, it lights up his whole face, causing one small dimple in his left cheek to appear. He is rather self-conscious of this feature, and this is a tiny part of the reason he normally chooses to keep his emotions hidden.

Bodhi dresses quite classily, in dark fabrics, often accentuated with gold or silver designs stitched in, such as paisleys (his personal favorite), roses, and feathers. These threads are usually hidden amongst the dark ones, causing the light to seemingly sparkle off the black and dark grey threads, which adds an air of mystery that he likes quite a bit. He has a tattoo on the back of his neck, a crow in flight, and a tiny sun on his right thumb. He has no piercings or any other man made marks upon his body, besides his scars. He normally stays as covered up as he can, in suits to rival Armani. Bodhi is rather broody, and often his face shows no emotion, besides a bit of a frown.

He walks with a slight limp, due to a childhood injury, and is highly irritated at this. He tries to act as though it doesn’t pain him at all, but once one knows him well, it is easy to catch the slight grimaces, and flashes of pain in his eyes.

Personality:

Bodhi isn't really that well known by anyone. He's mostly closed off, and those who don't know him well are eager to spread rumors.

Often described as cold and ruthless, Bodhi is willing to do almost any job for the right amount of money. He is rather manipulative and conniving, and is keen to let others know that he is in control of any situation. He is quick witted, and always has a trick up his sleeve, unless he's with someone he trusts with his life. He isn't a huge fan of trust, and will exploit almost anyone for his gain. Despite this, he is fiercely loyal to those he does love and trust, and once his trust is gained, it is not easily broken.

Bodhi is normally aloof and indifferent, hiding his true emotions behind a cool façade. However, he holds grudges close to his heart, and vengeance is practically his hobby. There isn't much you can do to rattle him, besides strong emotions. If someone is crying, or honestly feeling anything too strongly in front of him, he gets skittish and unwieldy. This stems mostly from his traumatic childhood, and he struggles with the fact that he doesn't really feel anymore.

One of Bodhi's biggest fears is mirrors. As a child, he learned to dislike his own appearance, and although he takes great pride in it now, he prefers to do as much of it as possible. This fear also comes from his uneasiness with how mirrors distort images, making him on edge with how appearances are not always what they seem.

Bodhi sometimes comes off as paranoid and lost in his own mind, he is good at riddles, problem solving, and is quite the perfectionist. When he finds his crowd, he is slightly more easy going, but for the most part, he prefers to be left with those select few, rather than in a group setting.

Backstory*: WIP

Likes:

-dark clothes

-money-

-riddles-

-sleight of hand-

-knives-

-poisons-

-foxglove-

Dislikes:

-mirrors-

-emotions-

-bright light-

-overly cheerful people-

-deep water-

Theme Song or Quote*:

Some Nights by fun.

♡

Character’s full name:

Crew Evelyn Harris Sinclair

Reason or meaning of name:

Crew’s name stems from many familial ties, and most of them can be traced back many generations

Character’s nickname:

TBA

Birth date:

5/27

Age:

22

Physical appearance:

Crew is all white teeth, and big smiles. He is sunshine, warmth, and sandy beaches. He is a 6'2 bundle of blonde hair and muscles, and he is beautiful. His big green eyes are captivating, and something about the warmth found there draws people in. He has an athletic build, and uses it to his advantage in everything he can think of. His face is well-built, with a strong, square jaw, and high, sloping cheekbones. His eyes are not deep set, unlike his father's, and his dimples pop whether or not he is smiling, you can see that they are there. He doesn't wear glasses, nor does he wear contacts. The Sinclairs do not need to wear any sort of correction, because, from the outside, they are already perfect. Why would they need something so trivial? His skin is warm and tanned, he has no blemishes that are visible. The few scars he sports along his legs come from sports, and those were to be expected, of course. Crew was born to play sports. Back in Massachusetts, every fall, every break, every time not spent in school was to be spent in physical activity. Tennis, lacrosse, baseball. He is the epitome of a handsome young man from the East Coast, prepared to become everything he was meant to be.

His most distinguishing marks are his stature, and his face. The Sinclairs have a very distinct way of look, that stems from generations of tall, blonde, happy people getting married, and having tall, blonde, happy children. Crew follows after these expectations perfectly, with his vigorous height, his cheerful nature, and then hair that is so unmistakable. These blond locks fall long over the summer, when he refuses to have it cut, and it will curl slightly around his ears, softening that clear-cut jawline. He rarely styles his hair, given the amount of time spent in the water, on the beach, or on various sports fields, why would he? It stays neatly out of his face for the most part, so he is satisfied. Crew's voice is rather low and smooth, and his enunciations are clear and precise. Every word is meant exactly as it is said, unless he is in a temperamental frame of mind. Overall, he is found attractive by the girls he knows, and he makes a point to keep it that way. He is the product of two of the wealthiest families on the East Coast.. Why shouldn't he be praised and adored? Treasured and doted upon?

Crew dresses like a young gentleman for the most part. He will wear the proper tuxedos and polo shirts, the jumpers over button-down shirts, He will wear the ties as expected, his shirts buttoned all the way up his throat. But the summers are his, and his alone. Linen shorts and shirts find their moments, as do his less casual clothes. However, if he could truly have his way, he would be quite content to wear nothing but his swimsuit, and spend long summer evenings on tiny, secluded coves, sipping a whiskey and sour, soaking the last rays of the sun's warmth. Crew normally doesn't wear many accessories, but occasionally he will wear a simple, silver chain with his sisters' initials engraved on a small pendant.

Personality:

Crew is ambitious and smart enough, and uses these to his advantage when he can. He is quick witted, and easy to laugh, but once he's formed an opinion, he is not willing to change it. He is stubborn and articulate, and loves to debate and argue, whether for fun, or if he means it. For the most part, he is curious and creative, and will listen well, especially if it might teach him something new, that he can use to look even more intelligent later. Crew is very adventurous, and is always ready to do something that could lead to danger or trouble. Risk-taking is a trait he is known for, and one his parents have tried time and time again to rid him of, to no avail. He is loyal to a point, but the moment he has a reason to distrust you, he will start to pull away. Despite this, Crew often comes off as arrogant and forgetful, which he tries to not show, but occasionally will surface. His impulsivity can lead to terrible consequences, and he never seems to take anything away from his failures. Some would see it as resilience, others more as pig-headedness. He is snarky, and his sharp tongue can often come off as more harsh than he intended. He is also very disorganised, and his rooms would be a wreck if it weren't for the help his parents inevitably employ.

He has a very dry, dark sense of humour, which many people in the upper echelons of society do not understand, nor do they appreciate, which has gotten him into trouble many a time. His greatest joys in life are his athletic endeavours, and his two younger sisters. His greatest fear in life is losing his sisters, especially the one who is only a few years younger than him. He is most at ease when he is with his family, or with close friends, though occasionally he will close himself off if he doesn't know a lot of people. He prioritises his relationships above his academic career, and his academic career above his athletics. When he was younger, he struggled greatly with anxiety and depression, mostly stemming from the pressure of his parents, though he was put on medication for it when he was nine, and never looked back. Who cares if sometimes, he takes a few more pills than necessary? Who cares if he can't sleep at night without having a large alcoholic beverage, or some heavy duty meds? He certainly doesn't. It's perfectly normal, and he is perfectly fine.

His life goals currently revolve around finishing college at Princeton, and taking on the family business, which he honestly isn't positive what is. His father prefers to not speak of his job with the family, especially in front of his wife. Crew also plans on continuing to play his favourite sports, and, if time allows, he is hoping to be able to travel around Europe with a group of his friends, or perhaps a partner.

Relationships:

Mother (Rosamund Sinclair):

Rosamund Sinclair married young, and married high. She was known for being a beauty, and carries on her family legacy with her well-known parties, clambakes, and any other reason to celebrate. She recently celebrated her fortieth birthday, and is having a hard time accepting that she is beginning to grow older. Despite her fluttery nature, she is a warm, maternal figure for all her children, and raised them well.

Father (Preston Sinclair):

Preston Sinclair is the polar opposite of his wife, especially in public. He is closed off, and keeps his feelings and business endeavours close to his chest. However, at Rosamund’s many parties, he takes time out of his busy schedule to socialise with her guests, and participates in any events she has planned. He tolerates his children, but none of them would ever say they feel particularly loved by their father. He rarely dines with them, and when the Sinclairs head to California for their summers, he does not accompany them.

Siblings:

-Kennedy Sinclair:

Only two year younger than Crew, Kennedy Sinclair is everything she expected to be. A bright, blonde beauty, she is smart and sweet, and fun-loving. She and Crew get along like a house on fire, and when they were younger, were rarely seen without each other. Now, their interests have changed slightly, but they still hold quite an impressive sibling rivalry and affection for each other. Kennedy is planning on attending Harvard, and often helps her mother with the huge parties she throws.

-Clementine Sinclair:

Clementine is the youngest Sinclair, and a rainbow baby. Rosamund had wanted three children for a long time, but had suffered through multiple miscarriages after Kennedy. She began to lose hope around the time Crew was turning fifteen, but to everyone’s surprise, Clementine made her appearance ten days after her big brother turned sixteen. Now, at six years old, she is taking after her big sister, and any attention from her siblings is greeted with big smiles and joy. Despite her being the youngest, and a surprise, she is not treated with any more favour or affection than her siblings.

Pets:

The Sinclair family has always had at least one dog, normally two or three. Right now, they are happily engaged with a Doberman pinscher, Cha-Cha, and a Golden Retriever, Dixie. Cha-Cha spends all his time at the East Coast house, but Dixie travels with the family.

Name

Avery Leroy Solstråle

Name(s) Meaning

(Avery: Elf Ruler) (Leroy: King) (Solstråle: Sunbeam)

Sexuality*

Bisexual As Fuck

Pronouns

He/Him

Gender

Male

Appearance

Avery is sunlight, laughter, and a soft hand to hold. He is a well built young man, muscular from years of training, with warm, tanned skin from being outside for long periods of time. He is tall, standing at precisely 6'1, and uses his sturdy frame to his advantage whenever he can. His face is warm and open, with high cheekbones, and strong jawbones, keeping in step with his lean stature. This young man has bright hazel eyes, and from afar, they may look almost muddy, but up close you can see the hints of rich browns, streaks of green, and flecks of gold in it. His lips are warm and full, a dusty rose colour, and the delicate arch of his cupid's bow is eye-catchingly effeminate. He has a dainty spattering of freckles across his nose, but they are not very noticeable on his warm, tanned skin.

His hair is dirty blonde, not quite the striking platinum he dreamed of as a child, but almost there, with small waves that add body to the strands, especially those that fall over his ears. His smile could light up Los Angeles at night, with startling white teeth. He has dimples, of course, neatly set in each cheek. Avery has quite a few man made marks on his body, from the scars put there from being an idiot child to the few tattoos he sports. Most of the tattoos he has were made as spur of the moment decisions with friends, though one or two actually mean something to him. His most prominent ones are a fox on his right thigh, and a swirling pair of wings along his spine and shoulder blades. He loves getting tattoos, and is always down for getting another one.

The fashion sense of this young man is questionable to say the least. On days when he actually has to look nice it may consist of something like tight, dark wash jeans and a body hugging tank top, topped off with a long, nut brown coat. However, normally Avery can be found in loose, well-worn cargo pants and a linen top, in any vaguely woodsy colour, basking in the sunlight. He accessorizes with leather bracelets, in fact, he is never without them, and is content to stack necklaces. He especially likes the ones created from wooden beads, amber beads, or the chains that are so delicate, they look like they might snap with the lightest touch.

Personality

Avery is known for being a rather cocky and brash young man, always using ten words where he could've used two. When he was younger, he was desperate to maintain a somewhat mysteriousness about him, but his extroverted and easy-going nature sort of ruined that effect. He maintains a sense of respectfulness with ease, and prefers to be respected than loved or feared, since either other emotion is ever-changing. He uses threats to his advantage, but also uses them sparingly, hating the notion of power plays over natural born pleasantries. Avery loves to play by his own rules, and is not keen on being reminded of the more conventional directives. He is socially intelligent, and has been known to be slightly manipulative on certain things, especially when put in groups of people who are more financially well off than he is. He is eager to try new things, and for the most part, excels at the concepts he undertakes. He is extremely food motivated, and has a palate for rich, saucy foods. He especially enjoys Italian cuisine, and has been known to travel to Italy simply to treat himself to the breathtaking landscapes, breezy sea air, and a huge plate of Alfredo.

Despite his external effervescence, Avery struggles with the pain and harshness of his childhood. Although he was raised in a very well-to-do home, his parents were more than distant. Raised almost never seeing them, he was constantly berated for being a failure by teachers, nannies, and extended family. He still occasionally doubts whether the love shown to him is real, or whether it's all an elaborate ruse, and will come crashing down on him. Also, thanks to his plain childhood, he has become quite the thrill seeker. If something is dangerous, might end up costing him his life? Avery would choose to accept the invitation in a heartbeat. The adrenaline almost helps fill that gaping emptiness inside him, though thanks to close friends and new hobbies, his mental state has found a certain amount of stability. In an academic sense, he is rather lazy, prioritising his desires over the more important, but in his opinion, less interesting parts of his life. Even so, he is a smart young man, and if he really applied himself, he could probably have been a straight A student, but he was content with the B's and C's that consistently came his way.

As a lover, this young man is rather over the top. He loves to gift his partner with loads of things, from tiny knick knacks, to houses and lavish vacations. He treats his significant other like a goddess, and will consistently be telling them how much he loves them. Because as a child, words of affirmation were not granted to him, he now craves this, and assumes everyone does, and will constantly reassure his partner of his undying love. Avery doesn't expect much in return, only a consistent and affectionate presence alongside him. He values his friends almost as much as his lovers, and keeps them close to his chest.

Likes

-the sun-

-running-

-long, luxurious baths-

-any food-

-spending money-

-staying up throughout the whole night-

Dislikes

-Abandoned Buildings-

-Small Dogs-

-Vanilla Ice Cream-

-Digital Clocks-

-Hard Rock-

Affiliations:

Mother (Miren Solstråle)

A former British model, Avery’s mother is a less than matronly figure. She married mostly for money, and the relationship with her husband was always strained. Miren preferred to rarely speak to her children, and, for the most part, pretends they don’t exist, especially with her upper class friends.

Father (Hersten Solstråle)

Born and raised in Sweden, Hersten is a businessman, and closely related to Swedish royalty. Not close enough that any of his children might one day inherit the throne, but close enough that he’s reasonably well-known. He is closed off and cold, owing to a horrible childhood of his own. He is a bit of an alcoholic, and smokes near constantly.

Brother: (Drew Solstråle)

Avery’s younger brother, and his childhood playmate and lifesaver. This young man is only a few years younger than his brother, and like Avery, was forced to grow up much faster than he should have. The boys often find solace and a listening ear in the other, and are very close knit.

Other

None :3

❆

Name:

Darcy Anastasia Sturmhond

~meaning~

Darcy: the dark-haired one

Anastasia: She who will rise up again

Sturmhond: Scourge of the Sea

Age:

21

Gender:

Female

Pronouns:

She/her

Sexuality*:

Straight as a poker

Appearance:

Darcy is midnight rain, the rising tide, and a dark silhouette in the distance. She is tall for an American woman, standing at 5'9, because she isn't one. Born and raised in Sweden, she has most of the usual characteristics associated with her homeland, from the tall stature to her icy dark blue eyes, to her slight accent that makes her voice just a little bit softer. However, some of her features are less Swedish, and do less to reflect her homeland. Her skin is a mix of the paleness of her people with a soft bronze of the outdoors, so she often looks quite outdoorsy. Her cheeks are round, but her jawbone is well defined, offering her a very rich looking face. The delicate smattering of light freckles across her nose and the way her nose crinkles when she smiles makes her seem much sweeter than she really is. Her lips are full and pink, almost looking fake, but she is adamant that everything about her is natural.

Darcy is a well-built woman, and has the sloping hourglass figure that she has always strived for, and a muscular frame, thanks to her affinity for early morning runs and lifting weights. She is quite content with her athletic looking body, and gets very upset when her weight fluctuates, even when it's normal. Her hair is long and dark, a rich brown that falls in gentle waves over her shoulders, and partway down her back. She normally leaves it down, styled to perfection. Her preferred way of dealing with the thick waves of hair is to curl them out of her face, with a delicate braid that rounds that back of her head. She is very proud of her locks, and takes great care to make sure that they always look perfect.

This young woman takes great pride in considering herself a style icon, and dresses like every day might be the day she is scouted for modeling. She prefers pastels over brighter colors, but if she is trying to catch an eye, she is willing to tweak her outfits. She prefers pants to skirts, and likes to wear Bohemian harem pants with tight crop tops. Her accessories range from many bracelets, necklaces, and earrings, to her constantly changing nails and hair clips, barrettes, and tinsel woven into her luscious hairdos. As for marks on her soft skin, she has very few. A couple scars litter her arms, most of them from her outdoor adventures, and some from feral cats that she liked to raise in her childhood. Darcy doesn't have any huge scars that are very noticeable, however. She also has a few tattoos, most of them sentimental. She has a tiny moon on her right thumb, a bouquet of flowers on her left arm, and on the back of her neck, a little branch with two ravens sitting on it. She regrets most of her tattoos, but considers each one a part of the story of her life, and lauds them as memories over all else.

Personality:

Darcy normally has the personality of a feral cat that has just been shoved into a flea bath. She automatically assumes the worst of almost everyone, and is sharp tongued to the point of being cruel. She is distrustful and hard-headed, unwilling to change her opinions once they've been formed. Because of this, she usually comes off as judgmental and pretentious, and she does think highly of her own beliefs. She loves arguing just for the sake of arguing, and is a thrill seeker above all else. She hates feeling tied down for any reason, and although she is quick to form attachments, she's even quicker to drop them at a moment's notice. She is apathetic and cynical, content to see the world from the vantage point of everything being horrible. She is reckless and self-indulgent, preferring her feelings over those around her. She is stubborn, and as temperamental as the sea, leading to less close relationships due to her unwillingness to be a listening ear. Darcy has some vain tendencies, though they come out less often, mostly because people don't stick around long enough to hear her talk about herself. She is a chronic worrier, and believes strongly in the concept of fate.

In truth, however, Darcy struggles with extreme anxiety and self-loathing, always angry at herself for not being good enough. When she opens up, she really is sweet, happy to listen to other's problems, and quite affectionate. She is adaptable and resourceful, thriving in outdoor situations. She is confident and imaginative, and loves to write and read all the time. Darcy is socially aware, good at talking cues from the situations surrounding her. She is extroverted, and extremely flamboyant. Although it seems as if she craves attention, she actually prefers to be surrounded by only a small group of people, the ones she really trusts. She's scared to be alone, but hates the thought of being relied on or having to rely on anyone. Thanks to a messy childhood, she will sometimes grapple with the really of her life, normally because she's upset with how it has gone so far. She is witty and uninhibited, throwing herself wholeheartedly into any projects around her. She especially loves painting and dancing, and thrives under pressure. She is always organized and neat, making sure her things are never left out somewhere where someone might see them. Darcy is an efficient and observant young woman, these traits stemming from her affinity for art.

As a lover, Darcy really does try her best. She is willing to sit down and talk with her partner, but she doesn't understand that they will be upset when she is so quick to leave. This young woman would spoil her lover with gifts and material things, but is normally unwilling to offer herself to them. When she does, it means she trusts them with her life, but at any moment, she might up and leave for her own happiness. This has led to many broken relationships, and has discouraged her from trying again.

Backstory*: WIP

Likes:

-dancing-

-arguing-

-being the best-

-styling hair-

-eating Thai food-

-being loved-

Dislikes:

-loving-

-being tied down-

-feeling empty-

-swiss cheese-

-mud-

-lengthy conversations-

Theme Song or Quote*:

Florida!!! by taylor swift

♡

Inga | Third Year | 00:31 | M: Crew

Inga tossed and turned in the loft above the gelding barn, assaulted by the vibrations coming from the heavy bass sounds below with every movement. Groaning, she felt around the bed she had failed to get any sleep in thus far, searching for her phone. She’d already tried–and failed–to tell the time from her watch, although the occasional and blinding glare of what appeared to her to be strobelights allowed the light in on unsteady intervals. When she finally found it, she was disgusted to discover that it was past midnight already, and there was no hope of getting a quiet and restful night’s sleep. She’d been put on overnight duty for that particular night, the first night back, due to the fact that she hadn’t traveled very far like many of the others. They found it fitting to put her to work right away, as they had with the other student–also Swedish–who was likely tossing and turning at the same rate in the identical loft above the mare barn.

It was summer still, and the sky had just barely darkened despite the ungodly morning hour. Of course, Inga was familiar with the summer festivities of most individuals her age, especially in the warmer weather, but it didn’t mean that she had to appreciate them. She had a lot riding on a successful last year at this academy, and she wasn’t going to throw it all away because some foreign students decided that a party was more important than their studies and training. Inga trained for at least an hour prior to the actual morning workout the academy prescribed for the students, which meant she was rising much, much earlier than the majority of them. In order to make it through that and a day full of studies, Inga knew that something had to change.

Not entirely sure what she was planning to do with this newfound sense of control, the blonde sat up in bed and studied the security cameras surrounding the barn on the monitor across the room from her. Though it was difficult to see from far away, she could make out the fact that many of the students had drifted from the main lawn near the dormitories where the party had undoubtedly begun to the inside of the barns. That was her jurisdiction, and she refused to let anything happen to the horses or around the barn on her watch. Though the task she’d been delegated for that night was more about making sure the horses didn’t jump the fence or colic, surely warding off drunk people from bothering them counted as her job, too.

Still in flannel pajama bottoms and a sweater, Inga tugged on her boots and used a flashlight to light the way down the ladder from the loft and into the central barn aisle. She weaved her way through a handful of students inside the barn, looking for someone with more power than her to demand that the party be taken elsewhere. That was when she saw him: Crew Sinclair.

The blond was standing off to one side, taking in the party scene when she first laid eyes on him. His hair was more disheveled than normal and lighter under the lights from the party, his outfit the ghost of something that had clearly been pristine prior to the arrival of whatever girls had been climbing on him that night. She wasn’t sure he’d be back from Massachusetts despite the fact that his horses had stayed the summer without him. His grades were okay, but she’d heard rumors that he’d done poorly on their finals and had ultimately been given a warning from the administration. She didn’t care enough to find out whether the rumors were true or not, though they intrigued her. She’d always wondered if he was as terrible of a person as he seemed, Harvard and all. She wasn’t necessarily sure if she wanted to find out, although he was the only person with enough power to shift the direction of the party that was in her immediate vicinity.

Striding up to him confidently despite her clothing and her general aura of that moment, she looked him up and down before saying loudly, “I need you to take your party somewhere else. Your posse are bothering the horses.”

Before he could respond, she watched his gaze flicker from her toward the barn, then follow a streak of chestnut that exited the barn and took off down the hill, toward the woods. She turned halfway through the scene, only long enough to see the large gelding enter the forest, of which there were so many acres she’d never manage to catch him on her own. Standing in disbelief before staggering forward, then turning on her heel once more to point an accusing finger at him, she called across the loud scene, “if I get punished for this, I’m taking you down with me.” Then, without another word, she sprinted toward the barn to get a halter, trying to figure out which of the many chestnuts had been assisted in his escape.