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Character(s) Nutmeg's Spice Cabinet
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Character(s) Nutmeg's Spice Cabinet
Name: Nikki Owens
Pronouns: She/her/hers
Sexuality: Bisexual
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Physical description: Nikki has dirty blonde hair that falls just below her shoulders. Her natural texture is pretty wavy, but no defined curls are present. She often straightens or curls it, so it's a special moment to catch her in her natural state. While she does wear makeup, it's often the bear minimum, as she's been told her entire life that she could get away with none at all. That's not to say she doesn't go all-out when the occasion calls for it! She's on the skinnier side, but by no means is she sickly. She simply likes to take care of herself, eating well and going for daily runs. She takes pride in her appearance day-to-day, always looking to impress.
Age: 24
Height: 5'5"
Build: Toned
Eye Color: Gray-blue
Markings and tattoos: She has a sternum tattoo that she loves to show off in the appropriate settings. She would like to get more but has yet to do so.
Personality: Nikki tends to be very picky about who she lets into her inner circle, despite being sought out by many. She's beautiful and confident, but not cocky or mean, and she's extremely fun to be around. She loves to party but is just as happy to have a movie marathon or spend the day out in nature. Many people have told her she's too flirty, but she doesn't necessarily mean to be. Sometimes it just... happens. That's okay with her, though; it can and has lead her into some pretty fun and unexpected nights. More than anything, Nikki goes with the "vibe" of the night or the group of people she's with, looking to have a good time above all else.
Background: Growing up in an average home, Nikki didn't get anything handed to her. She worked hard in college to get her BBA (Bachelor of Business Administration), hoping that it would be versatile enough to help her land her dream job... whenever she figured out what that was. Her family never necessarily struggled, but they did live paycheck to paycheck most of the time. She couldn't complain. Her parents loved each other, and especially her, considering she was an only child. They doted on her without spoiling her (although perhaps the somewhat tight financial situation contributed to that). They had a decent house, which is now nearly paid off. In high school, she wasn't the "popular girl," but she was extremely well known for being able to get along with almost anybody. On her 17th birthday, her parents provided her with her car: a black 2010 Chevy Equinox. It wasn't anything super special, but she loved that car and did her best to take care of it with her limited knowledge on vehicles. Now, having graduated college, she's moved back home to try and figure out her next moves... perhaps save some money, and hopefully get a good job.
Pronouns: She/her/hers
Sexuality: Bisexual
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Age: 24
Height: 5'5"
Build: Toned
Eye Color: Gray-blue
Markings and tattoos: She has a sternum tattoo that she loves to show off in the appropriate settings. She would like to get more but has yet to do so.
Personality: Nikki tends to be very picky about who she lets into her inner circle, despite being sought out by many. She's beautiful and confident, but not cocky or mean, and she's extremely fun to be around. She loves to party but is just as happy to have a movie marathon or spend the day out in nature. Many people have told her she's too flirty, but she doesn't necessarily mean to be. Sometimes it just... happens. That's okay with her, though; it can and has lead her into some pretty fun and unexpected nights. More than anything, Nikki goes with the "vibe" of the night or the group of people she's with, looking to have a good time above all else.
Background: Growing up in an average home, Nikki didn't get anything handed to her. She worked hard in college to get her BBA (Bachelor of Business Administration), hoping that it would be versatile enough to help her land her dream job... whenever she figured out what that was. Her family never necessarily struggled, but they did live paycheck to paycheck most of the time. She couldn't complain. Her parents loved each other, and especially her, considering she was an only child. They doted on her without spoiling her (although perhaps the somewhat tight financial situation contributed to that). They had a decent house, which is now nearly paid off. In high school, she wasn't the "popular girl," but she was extremely well known for being able to get along with almost anybody. On her 17th birthday, her parents provided her with her car: a black 2010 Chevy Equinox. It wasn't anything super special, but she loved that car and did her best to take care of it with her limited knowledge on vehicles. Now, having graduated college, she's moved back home to try and figure out her next moves... perhaps save some money, and hopefully get a good job.
Name: Imara Hoshi (Mar, Mara)
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Physical Characteristics: Imara has black hair that falls down to her lower back. Her natural texture is wavy, and she doesn't bother with styling it or wearing any makeup. It's not like it would do her any good, she can already have anything she wants. Her frame appears quite small when fully clothed, but when she wears something more revealing, it's plainly obvious that she's not a weakling. Mara's muscles aren't bulging and grotesque for a woman, but they are prominent, and they send a clear message that she's not to be toyed with. Her eyes are a dark blue, some even say bordering on purple in the right lighting. She's never without a weapon, whether you can see it or not, and many people have learned this fact the hard way.
Age: 28
Height: 5'8"
Eye Color: Almost a navy blue, although some seem to perceive them a deep purple if the sun hits them just right.
Markings and tattoos: Mara, like every member of her family, has a small tattoo of their family crest on the back of her neck. The crest is simple but gets the message across that her family is known to be deadly. The border is comprised of (she always assumed human, but nobody would ever confirm) bones, with an "H" centered between them.
Personality: Imara is a very quiet woman, keeping to herself when out and about in the town shops or otherwise. If you speak to her, she won't be outright mean, but many people perceive her as rude. She keeps things short and sweet, totally uninterested in the customs of small talk or keeping a good image for herself. Others tend to give her the space she prefers, but when a particularly daft individual challenges her, they will learn that she's not beneath a fight in the streets despite being part of an elite bloodline. Hoshi children are trained from a young age in both hand to hand combat as well as with various weapons, and it's something Mara takes great pride in showing off. Although she is an elite herself, she doesn't partake in the usual activities expected of someone in her position. She finds them quite tedious, boring, and sometimes even offensive. Many of the families that surround her are known to be unnecessarily cruel, especially for their own entertainment, and Mar wants no part of dismembering unlucky souls plucked from the Cages. Overall, many people consider her to be a daunting figure, but Mar just wants to live her life in a simple manner, and keep the peace around her hometown.
Abilities: Nothing inhuman, but Imara is insanely accurate with a gun. She knows how to use all sorts of weapons, including her own hands, very well, but if you're unlucky enough to find yourself at the business end of her gun.... Well, it's best to just say your prayers, if you believe in that kind of thing.
Background: Imara grew up in the top 1% of wealth, which meant she never wanted for anything. Her parents were strict, but most families at their level are with their children. They expect quite a bit from you even when you're young. She had an older brother who used to be rather mean to her, jealous that his sister who was eight years his junior could nearly keep up with him during their training. Unfortunately, shortly before Mara turned 18, both her older brother and father were executed for smuggling people from the Cages across the sea to lands that would be much kinder to them, lands that were exponentially more ethically advanced than their own. She knew it was a possibility her entire life, but they had always been so careful... it was a shock to everyone. There had not been executions like that for probably 200 years; everyone thought they had moved past such barbaric times, but the government had to make an example of them, she supposed. Two years later, her mother could no longer bear the pain of such a loss and took her own life. By this point, Imara's heart had already hardened from all the injustice she witnessed, and all the pain she endured. It was a grim day when she discovered her mother like that, but she couldn't bring herself to shed any tears. She was now solely responsible for their estate and carrying on their family name, and she had no intention of disappointing her late father. She knew he would want her to dismantle the system that brought forth the Cages and ended her entire family's lives... but she was only one person. Now, she follows the rules and observes the system, patiently waiting for her moment to strike.
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Age: 28
Height: 5'8"
Eye Color: Almost a navy blue, although some seem to perceive them a deep purple if the sun hits them just right.
Markings and tattoos: Mara, like every member of her family, has a small tattoo of their family crest on the back of her neck. The crest is simple but gets the message across that her family is known to be deadly. The border is comprised of (she always assumed human, but nobody would ever confirm) bones, with an "H" centered between them.
Personality: Imara is a very quiet woman, keeping to herself when out and about in the town shops or otherwise. If you speak to her, she won't be outright mean, but many people perceive her as rude. She keeps things short and sweet, totally uninterested in the customs of small talk or keeping a good image for herself. Others tend to give her the space she prefers, but when a particularly daft individual challenges her, they will learn that she's not beneath a fight in the streets despite being part of an elite bloodline. Hoshi children are trained from a young age in both hand to hand combat as well as with various weapons, and it's something Mara takes great pride in showing off. Although she is an elite herself, she doesn't partake in the usual activities expected of someone in her position. She finds them quite tedious, boring, and sometimes even offensive. Many of the families that surround her are known to be unnecessarily cruel, especially for their own entertainment, and Mar wants no part of dismembering unlucky souls plucked from the Cages. Overall, many people consider her to be a daunting figure, but Mar just wants to live her life in a simple manner, and keep the peace around her hometown.
Abilities: Nothing inhuman, but Imara is insanely accurate with a gun. She knows how to use all sorts of weapons, including her own hands, very well, but if you're unlucky enough to find yourself at the business end of her gun.... Well, it's best to just say your prayers, if you believe in that kind of thing.
Background: Imara grew up in the top 1% of wealth, which meant she never wanted for anything. Her parents were strict, but most families at their level are with their children. They expect quite a bit from you even when you're young. She had an older brother who used to be rather mean to her, jealous that his sister who was eight years his junior could nearly keep up with him during their training. Unfortunately, shortly before Mara turned 18, both her older brother and father were executed for smuggling people from the Cages across the sea to lands that would be much kinder to them, lands that were exponentially more ethically advanced than their own. She knew it was a possibility her entire life, but they had always been so careful... it was a shock to everyone. There had not been executions like that for probably 200 years; everyone thought they had moved past such barbaric times, but the government had to make an example of them, she supposed. Two years later, her mother could no longer bear the pain of such a loss and took her own life. By this point, Imara's heart had already hardened from all the injustice she witnessed, and all the pain she endured. It was a grim day when she discovered her mother like that, but she couldn't bring herself to shed any tears. She was now solely responsible for their estate and carrying on their family name, and she had no intention of disappointing her late father. She knew he would want her to dismantle the system that brought forth the Cages and ended her entire family's lives... but she was only one person. Now, she follows the rules and observes the system, patiently waiting for her moment to strike.
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Name: Unnamed
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Sexuality: Unknown
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Physical Characteristics: Around 5'2" when standing on two legs, Unnamed is quite a petite little thing, likely from malnutrition as she grew up eating scraps from the trash. She has the ears, tail, and sharp canine teeth of a dog, but the rest of her body appears as any other human would. Because she is a hybrid, her eyes are also unusual in color: golden yellow, reminiscent of honey. Her ears and tail are covered in medium-length fur, similar to that of a Pomeranian in texture. Most of it is black, but the inside of her ears and tip of her tail are white. You wouldn't know that from looking at her, though, as it's become so dirty it nearly blends in perfectly with the black. It's thoroughly matted and greasy from living in the forest of Skyrra. However, she also has human hair that has grown out of control, and is just as matted as her fur. Unnamed is shockingly skinny from having to scavenge her food and protect herself from the various dangers in her world. You can feel every rib, her collarbones have deep wells, and her cheekbones protrude a bit too much from her face. It's clear to anyone who sees her that she's nothing but a street mutt.
Age: 22
Markings and tattoos: Unnamed has no tattoos or piercings, but does have various scars all over her body from being beaten by humans for stealing, fighting off wild animals, and scuffles with other therians (hybrids).
Personality: Unnamed is a very timid creature due to the harsh life she's lived. She doesn't have a mean bone in her body, but has been forced to defend herself on far too many occasions. Over time, she has learned to become very distrustful of humans, knowing that the mere sighting of her could earn her a beating. As she's lived almost her entire life in survival mode, we do not know what would become of her if her circumstances changed.
Abilities: Unnamed has a very strong bite, as most dog therians do. She's learned how to sneak around quite well, but is otherwise unremarkable.
Background: Unnamed wasn't always totally alone, but the memories of her parents are faded and meaningless to her now. Not long after her sixth birthday, her parents went out to steal food in the nearby town, and simply never returned back to their den. She waited for days, but eventually had to accept that they would not be coming back for her. She had no choice but to move on if she didn't want to starve to death in their den. In the beginning, she tried to live off of foraging berries and other foliage from the forest, but after choosing the wrong plant a few times, Unnamed knew she wouldn't last long like this. Soon she was venturing into the town herself, enamored by the humans and their abundance of goods. She was unaware of the nasty looks she received as she approached a vendor selling fresh fruit, reaching out and grabbing an apple like the silly child she was. That day opened her eyes to what probably happened to her parents. The vendor smacked the apple out of her hand, screaming at her with many words she did not understand. The only thing she could comprehend was "NO!" and how dark his energy was. He had seemed to want something from her, but she just lowered herself back onto her haunches and stared at him with wide eyes, her ears pinned to her head and tail tightly tucked. He must've been unsatisfied with her display, because he dragged her into the dirt road and started to hit her all over. Eventually, she managed to escape, but her body was filled with bruises the next day. Moving forward she was much more careful, but it seemed that the humans also became much more watchful. It wasn't uncommon for them to discover her and dole out another beating, or much worse.
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Sexuality: Unknown
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Age: 22
Markings and tattoos: Unnamed has no tattoos or piercings, but does have various scars all over her body from being beaten by humans for stealing, fighting off wild animals, and scuffles with other therians (hybrids).
Personality: Unnamed is a very timid creature due to the harsh life she's lived. She doesn't have a mean bone in her body, but has been forced to defend herself on far too many occasions. Over time, she has learned to become very distrustful of humans, knowing that the mere sighting of her could earn her a beating. As she's lived almost her entire life in survival mode, we do not know what would become of her if her circumstances changed.
Abilities: Unnamed has a very strong bite, as most dog therians do. She's learned how to sneak around quite well, but is otherwise unremarkable.
Background: Unnamed wasn't always totally alone, but the memories of her parents are faded and meaningless to her now. Not long after her sixth birthday, her parents went out to steal food in the nearby town, and simply never returned back to their den. She waited for days, but eventually had to accept that they would not be coming back for her. She had no choice but to move on if she didn't want to starve to death in their den. In the beginning, she tried to live off of foraging berries and other foliage from the forest, but after choosing the wrong plant a few times, Unnamed knew she wouldn't last long like this. Soon she was venturing into the town herself, enamored by the humans and their abundance of goods. She was unaware of the nasty looks she received as she approached a vendor selling fresh fruit, reaching out and grabbing an apple like the silly child she was. That day opened her eyes to what probably happened to her parents. The vendor smacked the apple out of her hand, screaming at her with many words she did not understand. The only thing she could comprehend was "NO!" and how dark his energy was. He had seemed to want something from her, but she just lowered herself back onto her haunches and stared at him with wide eyes, her ears pinned to her head and tail tightly tucked. He must've been unsatisfied with her display, because he dragged her into the dirt road and started to hit her all over. Eventually, she managed to escape, but her body was filled with bruises the next day. Moving forward she was much more careful, but it seemed that the humans also became much more watchful. It wasn't uncommon for them to discover her and dole out another beating, or much worse.
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Name: Rosalind Ponce (Rose, Rosie)
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Physical Characteristics: Rose has curly red hair, which nearly reaches down to her nipples in length. Light freckles span over her entire body, but are most concentrated upon her face. She has a full body, not particularly skinny nor chubby. Her eyes are a deep green-blue, something like what you would find in a body of water tainted with algae. She's always considered herself to be relatively plain, but she has no desire to make drastic changes to her appearance, telling herself that the right person will love her as she is.
Age: 21
Height: 5'5"
Markings and tattoos: Rose has no discernable marks, tattoos or piercings. She's not against them, but has yet to find something that aligns with her so well she'd commit to it for a lifetime.
Personality: Rosalind is kind to a fault. Her entire life, she's struggled to keep close relationships, which has caused her to enter a vicious cycle. She'll start to become close to somebody, but holds on too tight, and the other person will pull away in turn. Eventually, the rift becomes too deep to patch, and she's left on her own again. She's convinced herself she must be defective. The older she gets, the less she reaches out, knowing the outcome will likely be the same as it always has. Lately, people would probably describe her as "mousy," quiet and on the run, in a way.
Background: Rosie had probably one of the most normal childhoods you can ask for, besides the lack of friends in her school years. Her parents both worked normal jobs, her dad being a banker and her mother a hair stylist. She has one sibling, a brother 6 years her junior, Calvin. In their younger years they got along well, but as they grew older they grew apart. Calvin is quite popular compared to her, so he's often out doing the normal activities of a high school boy with his friends. Rose has found herself utterly alone, having opted out of college for fear of being an outcast once again, and she's on the lookout to change her life. She's sick of being alone, sick of working shitty minimum wage jobs, and sick of hearing her parents' "advice" every night. Something has to change now, or she'll be forever stuck in this cycle of loneliness.
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Age: 21
Height: 5'5"
Markings and tattoos: Rose has no discernable marks, tattoos or piercings. She's not against them, but has yet to find something that aligns with her so well she'd commit to it for a lifetime.
Personality: Rosalind is kind to a fault. Her entire life, she's struggled to keep close relationships, which has caused her to enter a vicious cycle. She'll start to become close to somebody, but holds on too tight, and the other person will pull away in turn. Eventually, the rift becomes too deep to patch, and she's left on her own again. She's convinced herself she must be defective. The older she gets, the less she reaches out, knowing the outcome will likely be the same as it always has. Lately, people would probably describe her as "mousy," quiet and on the run, in a way.
Background: Rosie had probably one of the most normal childhoods you can ask for, besides the lack of friends in her school years. Her parents both worked normal jobs, her dad being a banker and her mother a hair stylist. She has one sibling, a brother 6 years her junior, Calvin. In their younger years they got along well, but as they grew older they grew apart. Calvin is quite popular compared to her, so he's often out doing the normal activities of a high school boy with his friends. Rose has found herself utterly alone, having opted out of college for fear of being an outcast once again, and she's on the lookout to change her life. She's sick of being alone, sick of working shitty minimum wage jobs, and sick of hearing her parents' "advice" every night. Something has to change now, or she'll be forever stuck in this cycle of loneliness.
Name: Sophie Clayton
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Physical Characteristics: Sophie has always been naturally skinny, but it was likely helped along by her mother instilling healthy habits from a young age. She was blessed with a desirable bone structure on top of that, complimented further by her light blue eyes and full lips. Standing at 5'6", she is no stranger to being the center of attention, coming to accept and even enjoy it as she got older.
Age: 24
Markings and tattoos: A floral tattoo on her right thigh.
Personality: Sophie is a carefree, bubbly young woman. She did not know hardship growing up, which left her confident and with few worries about life. People gravitate towards her, whether it be from her attitude or her beautiful face. She does not care if people stare or judge her, she likes to have fun and is often considered the life of the party. Sometimes, she gets too caught up in the moment, and it's not uncommon for her to make some stupid decisions on a night out. Sophie doesn't like to disappoint a crowd.
Background: Sophie's father worked as a traveling salesman for an airplane manufacturer, which provided well, but caused him to spend far too many nights away from home. Her mother did surprisingly well raising her, choosing to be a stay-at-home mom after her father's job became much more demanding following Sophie's birth. They are exceptionally close, almost to a fault; her mother was sometimes more of a friend than a mom. Now, Sophie still lives at home, feeling too guilty to leave her mother all alone, and having far too much fun partying to get her life together quite yet.
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Age: 24
Markings and tattoos: A floral tattoo on her right thigh.
Personality: Sophie is a carefree, bubbly young woman. She did not know hardship growing up, which left her confident and with few worries about life. People gravitate towards her, whether it be from her attitude or her beautiful face. She does not care if people stare or judge her, she likes to have fun and is often considered the life of the party. Sometimes, she gets too caught up in the moment, and it's not uncommon for her to make some stupid decisions on a night out. Sophie doesn't like to disappoint a crowd.
Background: Sophie's father worked as a traveling salesman for an airplane manufacturer, which provided well, but caused him to spend far too many nights away from home. Her mother did surprisingly well raising her, choosing to be a stay-at-home mom after her father's job became much more demanding following Sophie's birth. They are exceptionally close, almost to a fault; her mother was sometimes more of a friend than a mom. Now, Sophie still lives at home, feeling too guilty to leave her mother all alone, and having far too much fun partying to get her life together quite yet.
Name: Victoria Burke (Tori)
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Physical Characteristics: Tori is what some might consider "chubby," wearing a size 14 in pants, but she's certainly not fat. She prefers to say she's well fed, or perhaps "filled out." Her eyes are a dark brown, and she's a natural brunette, but finds joy in coloring her hair in all sorts of different ways. Prominent dimples adorn her cheeks when she smiles, although that doesn't occur often enough these days.
Age: 21
Height: 5'3"
Build: Curvy/chubby/full bodied.
Markings and tattoos: Tori has a butterfly tattoo on her ribs. It hurt like a bitch, but it felt meaningful to her. She hopes to one day transform herself in the same way a butterfly does.
Personality: Around 14, Victoria was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder after a round of self-harm that her mother discovered on her body. She has good days, but they are far outweighed by the bad ones. She doesn't have many friends because of her low energy and low desire to go out and do the typical fun things a person her age does. She's a very kind person, but she's barely keeping her head above the water these days, and she often wishes it would all just end.
Background: Victoria was always a quieter child, but her mom just chalked that up to being a naturally quiet kid. When she discovered the self-harm, she immediately took her daughter to therapy despite her husband's protests that this was just a puberty thing. She tried to support her daughter as much as she could, but sometimes she wondered if Tori was even trying to help herself. Tori would go on and off of her meds, trying to find some balance in her life, but she always felt sad or empty, or angry at herself for the way that she is. Recently, her mother discovered a journal that contained all of her darkest thoughts, including her suicidal ideations. Her parents agreed this time that she needed professional help, and conspired with her therapist to have her sent to an inpatient mental health facility against her will. Of course, Tori didn't put up much of a fight. She didn't have the energy for that.
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Age: 21
Height: 5'3"
Build: Curvy/chubby/full bodied.
Markings and tattoos: Tori has a butterfly tattoo on her ribs. It hurt like a bitch, but it felt meaningful to her. She hopes to one day transform herself in the same way a butterfly does.
Personality: Around 14, Victoria was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder after a round of self-harm that her mother discovered on her body. She has good days, but they are far outweighed by the bad ones. She doesn't have many friends because of her low energy and low desire to go out and do the typical fun things a person her age does. She's a very kind person, but she's barely keeping her head above the water these days, and she often wishes it would all just end.
Background: Victoria was always a quieter child, but her mom just chalked that up to being a naturally quiet kid. When she discovered the self-harm, she immediately took her daughter to therapy despite her husband's protests that this was just a puberty thing. She tried to support her daughter as much as she could, but sometimes she wondered if Tori was even trying to help herself. Tori would go on and off of her meds, trying to find some balance in her life, but she always felt sad or empty, or angry at herself for the way that she is. Recently, her mother discovered a journal that contained all of her darkest thoughts, including her suicidal ideations. Her parents agreed this time that she needed professional help, and conspired with her therapist to have her sent to an inpatient mental health facility against her will. Of course, Tori didn't put up much of a fight. She didn't have the energy for that.
Name: Bailey Hammond
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Physical Characteristics: Bailey is 5'5" and naturally on the skinny side. Her wavy, light brown hair reaches to her middle back. In pictures or in public, she often wears it down or styled, but in the comfort of her home it's almost always in a braid or ponytail. She has light brown eyes, complimented by the freckles dotted around her cheeks and nose.
Age: 25
Height: 5'5"
Build: Naturally skinny, toned.
Markings and tattoos: Bailey has a small tattoo of a carnation on the inside of her upper arm. It's her best friend Katie's birth flower. Katie has Bailey's birth flower (a daffodil) tattooed in the same place.
Personality: Bailey is truly one of the kindest people you'll have the pleasure of meeting. She has a heart of gold that's a bit too big for her own good sometimes. This, plus being conventionally attractive, helped build her following into what it is today. She's an introvert in the literal sense. While she enjoys people and attending social events, she often hunkers down for a day or two afterwards to recharge her social battery. Her favorite activities include spending the day on the beach with her dog Peanut and cozying up on the couch to binge a TV show while playing something on her Nintendo Switch.
Background: Bailey hit a growth spurt around 6th grade, so naturally, her mother got her into modeling at a young age. From there, as the internet blossomed into what it is now, she shifted her career goals and ultimately became a well-known, widely loved Instagram influencer. Growing up, her family was considered upper middle class. While they weren't driving fancy cars or living in a mansion, Bailey didn't want for much as a kid. Her father is a respected sports journalist, so he was often away from home for work, but he was as good of a father as he could be. Her mother worked from home for a call center when she was younger, but has since stopped working altogether now that Bailey is out of the home and doing well for herself. They often accompany her father to sports events in Miami to spend some extra time with him these days, and Bailey will occasionally attend events out-of-state if it lines up with other events for social media.
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Age: 25
Height: 5'5"
Build: Naturally skinny, toned.
Markings and tattoos: Bailey has a small tattoo of a carnation on the inside of her upper arm. It's her best friend Katie's birth flower. Katie has Bailey's birth flower (a daffodil) tattooed in the same place.
Personality: Bailey is truly one of the kindest people you'll have the pleasure of meeting. She has a heart of gold that's a bit too big for her own good sometimes. This, plus being conventionally attractive, helped build her following into what it is today. She's an introvert in the literal sense. While she enjoys people and attending social events, she often hunkers down for a day or two afterwards to recharge her social battery. Her favorite activities include spending the day on the beach with her dog Peanut and cozying up on the couch to binge a TV show while playing something on her Nintendo Switch.
Background: Bailey hit a growth spurt around 6th grade, so naturally, her mother got her into modeling at a young age. From there, as the internet blossomed into what it is now, she shifted her career goals and ultimately became a well-known, widely loved Instagram influencer. Growing up, her family was considered upper middle class. While they weren't driving fancy cars or living in a mansion, Bailey didn't want for much as a kid. Her father is a respected sports journalist, so he was often away from home for work, but he was as good of a father as he could be. Her mother worked from home for a call center when she was younger, but has since stopped working altogether now that Bailey is out of the home and doing well for herself. They often accompany her father to sports events in Miami to spend some extra time with him these days, and Bailey will occasionally attend events out-of-state if it lines up with other events for social media.
Name: Tobias Rivera
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Sexuality: Homosexual
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Physical Characteristics: Tobias is 5'11" and has an extremely athletic build, as most werewolves do. However, he seems to be a bit of a late bloomer, having less defined muscles and a softer face than most of the men in his pack.
Age: 21
Height: 5'11"
Build: Athletic, muscular but not very hefty.
Markings and tattoos: None.
Personality: Tobias is a naturally likeable guy, kind of the "class clown" who doesn't try too hard but somehow always ends up doing well. He's charming and kind, but can be a little ditzy at times and is often too nonchalant for his own good. He doesn't seem to worry much about anything.
Background: His somewhat irritating personality likely comes from the fact that his family is in the higher ranks of the pack, meaning that he often got away with more than he probably should've as a kid. Most kids wanted to be his friend, whether it was due to his goofy outlook on life or for the opportunity to cozy up to his parents. In high school, he realized he was gay. His parents were disappointed at the idea of not having biological grandchildren, but they came around after some time. The females of the pack were probably the most disappointed when he came out publicly, realizing that their chances with him were squashed entirely in that moment.
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Sexuality: Homosexual
Faceclaim:
Age: 21
Height: 5'11"
Build: Athletic, muscular but not very hefty.
Markings and tattoos: None.
Personality: Tobias is a naturally likeable guy, kind of the "class clown" who doesn't try too hard but somehow always ends up doing well. He's charming and kind, but can be a little ditzy at times and is often too nonchalant for his own good. He doesn't seem to worry much about anything.
Background: His somewhat irritating personality likely comes from the fact that his family is in the higher ranks of the pack, meaning that he often got away with more than he probably should've as a kid. Most kids wanted to be his friend, whether it was due to his goofy outlook on life or for the opportunity to cozy up to his parents. In high school, he realized he was gay. His parents were disappointed at the idea of not having biological grandchildren, but they came around after some time. The females of the pack were probably the most disappointed when he came out publicly, realizing that their chances with him were squashed entirely in that moment.