sink or swim,

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌,

birth  name:  beckham ellis jade.  nicknames:  beck.  date  of  birth:  october  twenty  fourth,  nineteen  ninety  four.  age:  thirty2.  birthplace:  london, uk.  hometown:  london, uk.  current  location:  dumbo,  brooklyn.  nationality:  british and american  citizenship.  gender:  cis  male.  pronouns:  he  +  him.  orientation:  bisexual  &.  demiromantic.  religion:  raised catholic,  agnostic.  languages:  english and french.  education:  masters  of  science  in  sport and entertainment management  @  boston university,  d1 athlete for ice hockey.  occupation:  new york rangers' center ( nhl ).

race:  mixed.  ethnicity:  african american and unspecified european.  hair:  switches between short brunette cut and an all - over buzzcut, was a victim of the covid lockdown buzzcut trend but people claim it suits him.  eyes:  rich  and the deepest  of  browns.  height:  six  foot  five  inches.  build:  broad shouldered, muscular and athletic build.  scent:  a bold, sweet - bourbon vanilla profile with undertones of amber.  voice:  deep, loud but sometimes soft like a gentle caress of comfort.  dominant  hand:  left handed.  allergies:  none.  piercings:  left ear decorated with a single gold hugging hoop.   clothing  style:  normally in team aligned / sponsored merch, under armour sportswear and a garmin forerunner.

label:  the  double  -  edged  sword.  mbti:  enfj,  the  protagonist.  enneagram:  type  eight,  the  challenger.  element:  fire.  natal  chart:  sun  in  scorpio,  moon  in  taurus,  libra  rising.  parallels:  dean di laurentis ( off campus ), conrad fisher ( the summer i turned pretty ), harry bingham ( the society ), charlie florek ( every year after ).  temperament:  phlegmatic.  deadly  sin:  pride.  heavenly  virtue:  diligence.  mythological  parent:  zeus.

𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽,

trigger warning: familial pressures.

˖ second born to a big - time national hockey league player , name in capital letters shining bright above ice arenas and stuck to every poster handed out across the city. everyone obsessed with your father , besotted with your mother and your elder brother seemed to be granted the same kind of attention. all that legacy placed huge amounts of pressure on you , your shoulders sagged with that invisible hundred tonne weight and bone - deep fatigue that you refused to show — you pushed through.

˖ your childhood is spent at the arena, you learnt how to skate before you could ride a bike. any normal child - like behaviour was criticised, he ran a tight regime that would prepare you to enter the beginner leagues at a ripe, impressionable age. you were running drills every morning before school, sweat and determination moulding you into what your father wants. your mother expressed that he was pushing you too hard, and then she was banned from attending to watch.

˖ for the most part, you enjoyed the ice — enjoyed the game itself, but the pressure placed on your shoulders to be nothing but the best, to not be a quitter, was almost enough to break you. especially as a hormonal teenager, one that often fluctuated in and out of a temper he fought viciously to control and somehow never lost in a public setting. you attempted to rebel, attended a few house parties of the kids' older than you based on your brother's connections and even scored the title of penelope cabot - sinclair's first kiss.

˖ on your eighteenth, your father announced as the new ceo of an up and coming team within the league. he'd retired just two years before due to injury, one that was manageable but threw his whole career away he'd argue with a bottle of whiskey in hand. that loss of the sport changed something in him, but the pressure placed on you to succeed only got worse — promising other team ceos and scouts that you were going to be something special when you weren't even sure if you wanted this life — " my boy is the one to want on your future teams. "

˖ you left home for university, an encouraged move by your father considering no new york university had a d1 athelete programme. you decided to move to boston, enrolled in a masters of sports' performance — something you were genuinely interested in and wanted to be apart of, but that was only a second choice his father promised others.

˖ in your final year you were scouted for boston bruins as a defenseman. a dream start to your career in the national hockey league — you decide to end your contract after five years to move back home, to rethink whether this was still your passion or if something else was calling you. of course, your father was furious and cut contact temporarily as if that would change your mind all of a sudden.

˖ you took some time out of playing professionally, but continued to play as a hobby and a form of exercise. caught one night in an empty arena, just you and the spotlight as you shot pucks into the back of the net, imaging the roar of the crowd again. you missed it, and somehow the scouts were still watching you, anticipating your grand return to the sport from afar.

˖ one stepped to the ice and offered you the opportunity to face the crowd who supports you again. the only position open was a right wing forward, and so your training and tactics needed to change but time was on your side thankfully — all the assistance you required was offered on a silver platter, you accepted the invitation to join the new york rangers.

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌,

birth  name:  sofiya nasr.  nicknames:  sofi.  date  of  birth:  august  eighteenth,  nineteen  ninety  six.  age:  twenty9.  birthplace:  dallas, texas, usa.  hometown:  dallas, texas, uk.  current  location:  dumbo,  brooklyn / mykonos, greece.  nationality:  american  citizenship.  gender:  cis  female.  pronouns:  she  +  her.  orientation:  bisexual  &.  demiromantic.  religion:  atheist.  languages:  english.  education:  masters  of  arts in performance studies at nyu tisch school of the arts.  occupation:  popstar. career claim: tate mcrae.

race:  mixed.  ethnicity:  bulgarian, lebanese, greek, italian and german descent.  hair:  varying shades of brunette layered tresses, loosely curled and face - framing with full bangs.  eyes:  rich  and the deepest  of  browns.  height:  five foot four.  build:  slim, hidden curves and toned arms with a back most people dream of achieving.  scent:  strong notes of neroli, amber and white flowers.  voice:  sometimes  honeyed  and  velvet,  other  times  venomous  and  detached.  uses  the  power  of  silence  often.  dominant  hand:  right handed.  allergies:  none.  piercings:  a  celestial  crafted  stack  that  combines  minimalist  elegance  of  both  lobes,  a  single  helix  and  opposing  conch.   clothing  style:  quite alternative — oversized coloured faux leather jackets, mini pleated skirts, platform heeled boots or prada loafers, tights with ladders self - arranged to 'add character'.

label:  the  soiled dove.  mbti:  estp,  the  entrepreneurs.  enneagram:  type  one,  the  reformer.  element:  wind.  natal  chart:  sun  in  leo,  moon  in  libra,  cancer  rising.  parallels:  persephone fraser ( every year after ), noah morgan ( my fault: london ), poppy wright ( people we meet on vacation ), bette whitlaw ( tiny pretty things ).  temperament:  choleric.  deadly  sin:  lust.  heavenly  virtue:  temperance.  mythological  parent:  athena.

𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽,

trigger warning: family death, childbirth, chronic illness, panic disorder and verbal abuse.

˖ second  born  ,  a  forgotten  soul  of  a  father  who’s  chief of plastic surgery in hometown  and  a  mother  who’s  life  was  lost  during  childbirth.  a  tie  like  no  other  between  two  girls  ,  forever  in  one  another’s  shadows  and  at  each  other’s  beck  and  call.  an  older  sister  ,  influential  in  every  aspect  -  home  ,  school  ,  family  ,  always  first  to  be  asked  how  she  was.  an  illness  debilitated  her  but she never lost her spark ,  a  diagnosis  of  cystic  fibrosis  led  to  a  life  of  constant  hospital  admissions  ,  visits  and  a  medication  list  so  vast  that  their  home  could  be  mistaken  for  a  pharmacy but she chose to dance through it all.  at  the  mutter  of  continuous  treatment  ,  father  refusing  to  leave  chain - filled pockets begging to be his next case  to  become  a  full  -  time  carer  for  first  born  meant  that  additional  care  was  sort  and  a  full  -  time  nanny  employed  to  be  the  mother  figure  taken  away  too  soon.

˖ what somehow became a tradition kept — your dad would agree to take time away for a much needed family vacation every summer. you'd travel to new york , a vacation home soon gifted to you from mother's family. this house is where you met none other than nathaniel ellington and his family , you became friends and every year you and your older sister would look forward to reuniting with them.

˖ world  without  mother  and  elder  sister  became  lonely  ,  no  real  maternal  figure  to  turn  to  in  desperate  need  for  an  issue  she  couldn’t  gain  advice  from  her  father  or  even  grab  ahold  of  his  attention  for  more  than  a  mere  few  seconds.  father remarried introducing another  sister  older  but  she  wasn’t  interested  in  socialising  ,  rarely  appeared  at  home  as  she  was  often  out  with  the  wrong  crowd  her mother would  say. step - mother tried to fill the void, but you weren't impressed that someone was trying to replace what you once held so dear. so you turned to music and dance as a distraction like you would if your sister was still earthside , your head able to clear as speakers boomed with whatever genre you felt like. for the first time in years, you enjoyed yourself when alone in that studio.

˖ determined to become a figure that would help the future , your dream was to follow father's footsteps into medicine but divert into internal medicine , specialising much later in her career to become a cystic fibrosis expert — to do so in the memory of your sister. you worked hard , harder than most and it paid off.

˖  you enrolled into pre - medicine near home , and hated every minute of it. you began to suffer from panic attacks, felt like you were sinking in deep waters and you were never taught how to swim so instead left to drown. flashbacks came, pulling you further beneath the current but you forced your way out of the water and into the shallows — using every last ounce of your might, you turned to dance again.

˖ every time you fell, dance picked you back up and reminded you of who you were. you dropped out of pre - med, your father called you stupid and weak. your stepmother telling you that you were doing too much, running too far but you listened to the voice inside your head. the one that sounded so much like your sister, your biggest supporter. you moved out, out of texas entirely with a one way flight and somehow passed the audition to study performance at the world renowned new york university.

˖ you started with dance , ventured into vocals by force due to course requirements and figured that you actually had something unique. your teacher became that parental - figure you'd been out of touch from for so long , and she supported your every step.