#interchangeintro

ONCE UPON A TIME ....

mariano madrigal was born into what you would call the cartel life, his whole family had been part of the cartel of medellin for as long as he could remember, his father was the youngest out of eight. everyone had followed in his grandfather footsteps, taking each a role in the cartel. though Mauricio Madrigal wanted a different life for him &. his family, he wanted to give them more than the life that each of his siblings shared, life in the cartel only ended one way, either in witness protection for snitching or six feet under &. sadly, they all ended on the ground sooner or later. so he did what any sane man would do &. chose to abandon the life in Colombia that he loved, choosing to take his part of his inheritance &. move to the states.

mariano arrived with four years old to New York, as much as his father wanted to leave the life behind, it seemed that the name madrigal always held some weight, even thousand of miles away. So his father did the only thing that he could think of, politics. there was no way that the foolish American people would suspect that someone as stand up as the mayor of New York would be in bad waters. the perfect family, fighting for the rights of the people, trying to make a change. mariano grew up in a life with no violence but that didn’t stop his violent tendencies, taking after his grandfather. making sure that whoever wrong his family or loved ones should be punished in the most lethal way.

the best schools, the best cars, the best everything. his father was the example of coming from a country where the possibilities were limited to becoming mayor of New York, through the middle of high school, he fell in love &. he lived through the eyes of the girl who captured his heart but it all came to an end when she broke his heart, he wasn’t enough &. from that moment forward he promised himself that he would never, ever let anyone get that close, to see him for who he really was. people became disposable for him, no one stayed in his life for longer than a few weeks, not being able to really open up to anyone. he became as hard as he needed to be, didn’t matter with who truly.

DI’ANGELO  HARRISON    came into the world as a happy kid, his goofy smile evident during his school pictures but that all changed once he was old enough to realize that his mom tended to fall down a lot, though it was always after a heated argument with his father. DEREK HARRISON  was the ideal family man, devoted and caring but behind closed doors it was a completely different story. his mothers lessons ( as his father liked to call them ) become much more frequent, the smallest comment would set him off in the most powerful rage. his mother wasn’t safe and neither was he. 

after the aftermath of his fathers brutality, he would sit down next to his mother curing her wounds and never blaming her, always by her side. the more he leaned towards his mother, the worst thing got for him. his father became enraged and the bruises began to appear on grayson, though no one could believe that the matriarch of the charming family could ever do something so vile, di’angelo spoke out but no one truly believed him and if they did, his father had everyone in his pocket. 

weeks turned into months and months into years and the more that time passed, the more he  changed. More closed off he became and more violet towards some situations. one day coming home, he hears pleading and the commotion of things being thrown. he doesn’t have to speculate what’s going on, the help in the kitchen minds their business, but the worrisome look on their features is evident. he walks right past them and his mother is on the floor of his father study, bloody and lifeless. his father taunting him, his anger gets the best of him and everything just turns black. 

once he regains conciseness, he feels a pair of hands holding him back. his mother is on the floor, barely breathing. he doesn’t realize the amount of blood that’s covering his hands, his hands on the phone but its taken away by his father security. telling him that they needed to play this as a burglary and that’s exactly what happened, they played the grieving wife and son  part quite well. 

f his nightmare wasn’t over because in the back of his mind, he has flashbacks of the incident, his fist repeatedly pounding his fathers face and his fathers taunting prose ; you’re a monster just like I am .  those words echoed in his mind and played on a constant loop, maybe his father wasn’t wrong and grayson would be just like his father if not worse. though his mothers dedication to him was un matched, they remained well respected in the community &. shortly after her mother remarried, at first he was against him but as time passed, he noticed that she was happy &. that’s all that truly mattered. 

GENERAL STATS:

NAME: Rosalie Salvatore AGE: Twenty- three GENDER: cis-female PRONOUNS: she/her HEIGHT:  5’6

HEALTH: 

PSYCHOLOGICAL: ( diagnosed ) depression &. anxiety  PHYSICAL: abortion SMOKE: frequent  DRUGS: weed &. cocaine  ALCOHOL: socially 

PERSONALITY: 

POSITIVE TRAITS: responsible, strong &. loyal NEGATIVE TRAITS: manipulative, volatile &. unhinged  ZODIAC SIGN: leo FAVORITE COLOR: red 

STORY OF MY LIFE : 

When she was a child her dad told her every night that she was destined for greatness, her name itself descended from a ruler itself. so she always expected nothing but the best when it came from either of her parents, even the world. As she grew older, she never had a worry in the world, her father was a nature born Sicilian just like herself, her mother was born in new America but one trip to Italy and fell in love with this big powerful man. she was merely a few years old and was welcomed with luxury and opportunities not a lot of people had but this was her life and she shouldn’t apologize for it. 

Her parents never expected too much from her, just to act as she should in front of guest. As she grew older she wished that she would be part of this normal life she saw on tv. normalcy was never anything for her but that all changed when her parents brought someone else home, someone that crazily looked like her and in her she found a friend, someone that she could look over and protect from their overbearing mother. 

things changed when Thalia decided to become in contact with her father, rosalie didn’t see the need but yet regardless she supported her sister through what she needed, she never knew that her sister would betray her ever. one morning as she was getting ready, she decided to wear her grandmothers necklace but it was nowhere to be found. the necklace had been stolen by Thalia’s father and there was no way that the younger salvatore did not know. 

something clicked within, rosalie. something just changed and things became more difficult, in front of everyone she was the same perfect delia but behind closed doors she was ready to hit rock bottom. her pregnancy had been something that she didn’t even know had happened, she was terrified but nonetheless came clean to her mother thinking that she would find the perfect solution but once again she was wrong, her mother forced her to the nearest clinic and the baby was just but a passing memory. 

( tw child death ,  child neglect , trauma , survivor’s guilt , suicidal behavior . )

𝐈𝐓  𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋  𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔'𝐒  𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄  .  theo  loved  his  younger  brother  ,  so  much     —  but  that  fateful  day  ,   he  pretended  to  be  sick  in  bed  ,  too  lazy  to  go  out  and  play   .  but  still  ,   mickael  decided  to  play  without  him  ,  venturing  into  the  thick  woods  without  his  older  brother’s  supervision  even  after  theo  told  him  not  to  stray  too  far   .   and  that  was  the  last  time  anyone  has  ever  seen  mickael  .   

theo  refused  to  believe  that  his  brother  could  be  dead  ,  even  months  after  mickael  was  believed  to  have  succumbed  to  the  elements   —  so  overwhelmed  by  his  grief  to  point  of  delusions.  his  family  ,  friends  ,  and  everyone  around  him  knew  that  mickael  was  dead  at  that  point  ,  but  theo  tried  to  hold  onto  any  semblance  of  hope  that  the  boy  could  have  survived.    he  felt  (  and  continues  to  feel  )  an  immense  amount  of  survivor’s  guilt  over  the  loss  of  his  younger  brother      —    thinking  that  maybe  if  he  just  played  with  him  ,  if  he  was  just  a  better  brother  ,  mickael  would  still  be  alive  .  

𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅    𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐃    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄    𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘    𝐀𝐍𝐃    𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆    𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔    𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘   .   while  theo  served  as  a  somewhat  de  facto  leader  for  his  friends  ,  he  was  the  subject  of  parental  neglect  in  his  home.  his  parents’  grief  eclipsed  his  emotional  &  psychological  needs  (  for  love  ,  for  attention  ,  for  warmth  ,  for  help  in  processing  the  loss  of  mickael  )  that  instead  of  healing  together  as  a  family  ,  theo  was  left  to  his  own  devices  in  dealing  with  his  grief  .    they  were  so  emotionally  absent  ,  shrugged  off  the  obvious  need  for  love  and  positive  attention  of  a  boy  clearly  struggling  with  the  loss  of  his  younger  brother  .  in  a  way  ,  theo  took  it  as  his  parents  blaming  him  and  holding  him  responsible  for mickael’s  death  ,  because  why  else  would  they  treat  him  like  that  ?    without  his  parents’  love  and  affection,  the  archambeau  house  felt  like  cold  place  to  theo  .  it  was  an  unhealthy  environment  for  a  child  .

his  undying  love  for  mickael  and  the  neglect  he  faced  at  home  was  the  reason why  theo  was  hyperfixated  in  finding  mickael  .    it  was  just  at  that  point  in  theo’s  mental  state  and  self-worth  that  it  felt  easier  for  him  to  go  into  the  forest  and  try  to  find  his  brother   than  go  home  and  face  his  parents’  emotional  absence  and  mickael’s  physical  absence .  he  was  just  in  so  much  pain  ,  and  yet  ,  he  couldn’t  just  sit  there  even  when  all  signs  pointed  to  mickael  being  truly  gone  .  he  had  so  much  of  this  suicidal  recklessness  as  a  child  because  he  truly  believed  that  the  loss  of  his  brother  was  his  fault   like  theo  would  go  into  that   forest  again  and  again  ,  even   if   he  was  alone  ,  even  if  it  killed  him  ,  if  it  meant  that  he  at  least  tried  to  find  his  brother  .  and  …  u  know  …  if  he  got  hurt  ,  if  he  died  ,  theo   would  think  he  deserved  it  because  he  thought   he  deserved  to  be  punished  for  mickael’s  death  .  that  was  how  fucked  up  his  mental  state  was.

it  wasn’t  until  he  also  got  lost  in  the  forest  ,  scared  and  thought  he  was  going  to  die  that  theo  acknowledged  that  mickael  was  truly  gone  .  it  was  only  12  hours  until  he  was  found  and  mickael  had  been  gone  for  months   .    it  was  then   when  he  began  to  truly  mourn , and  maybe  start  a  healing  process  . unfortunately ,  his  relationship  with  his  parents  never   really  recovered .  

𝙵𝚄𝙽  𝙵𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚂 !

theo’s  father  died  when  he  was  seventeen.  and  recently  ,  his  mother  passed  ,  too.  he  supposed  it  was  time  to  move  on  from   houplin-ancoisne  —  he  was  already  away  for  college  ,  but  now  ,  there  isn’t  any  point  in  ever  going  back  ,  especially  with  the  last  of  his  friends  also  now  forging  their  own  lives  .  

theo  still  blames  himself  for  mickael’s  death  .  and    now  ,  with  the  loss  of  his  parents  ,  theo  still  doesn’t  realize  how  much  of    that  survivor’s  guilt  is  his  parents  taking  out  their  grief  on  him.

to  deal  with  horrors  of  his  childhood  ,  theo  found  writing  stories  as  a  way  to  cope  .  he  has  always  been  a  good  wordsmith  even  when  he  was  a  kid  ,  but  now  it’s  something  that  helps  him  survive  in  life    —  both  as  a  livelihood  and  a  way  to  manage  his  traumas  by  putting  them  into  words  .  

aside  from  his  group  of  friends  that  made  him  feel  less  alone  after  mickael’s  death  ,  theo  also  had  several  pen  pals  that  he  used  to  confide  in  .  but  like  with  most  people  and  relationships  ,  some  things  just  end  when  they  stopped  writing  back  and  he  just  assumed  that  their  lives  became  busier  or  that  they  found  more  friends  in  real  life  that  they  had  forgotten  about  him   .

big  bisexual 

went  to  university  of  lille   for  creative  writing  and  graduated  early  by  taking  more  than  a  full  load  of  classes  each  semester  and  summer/spring  classes.  he  wanted  to  focus  on  his  writing  career  as  quick  as  possible  so   his   dumb  ass  probably  almost  failed  all  of  his  classes  except  all  the  important  ones  ,  but  he  already  had  some  book  deals  anyway  so  it  shouldn’t  really  matter  .  nonetheless,  he  wanted  that  degree  !!!

smart  but  a  dumbass…  still  has  his  reckless  streak  .  loves  to  feel  that  rush  and  the  thrill  of  all  the  first  times  .  like  he  was  already  kind  of  a  daredevil  kid  but  still  inhibited  because  he  wanted  his  parents  to  be  impressed  of  him  and  love  him  …  but  now  that  they’re  dead  ???  theo  is  finally  learning  how  to  really  have  fun  without  anything  holding  him  back  (  sans  his  career  )  .    

still  has  his  most  prized  possession  ,   his  bike  ,  copter  .  gone  through  some  repairs  ,  but  still  good  !    it  might  seem  trivial  ,  a  bike  ,  but  it  helped  him  get  through  mickael’s  death  .  saving  up  for  copter   ,  fixing  it  up  (  with  the  help  of  his  friends   )  ,  learning  to  how  to  ride  it      —  it  gave  him  purpose  during  those  endless  days  after  mickael  disappeared  .  it  was  a  good  distraction.  and  it  made  him  feel  like  in  control  of  the  outcome  (  unlike  the  circumstances  of  mickael’s  death  )  .   and  fuck  ya  he  brought  it  with  him  to  the  interchange  ,  no  matter  how  hard  it  is  to  travel  with  .  

although  it  still  hurts  him  to  this  day  ,  theo   does  not  resent  his  parents  for  the  way  they  treated  after  mickael  died  .  it  was  unfair  to  him  ,  but  theo  understands  that  they  were  dealing  with  their  own  grief  ,  too  .  he  wishes  things  were  different  ,  but  there’s  nothing  he  or  anyone  can  do  about  it  anymore  since  his  parents  are  dead  .

has  published  a  total  of  two  (2)  books  ,  the  first  one  is  just  a  compilation  of  short  stories  when  he  was  eighteen  and  other  is  his  first  novel  ,  maria  ,  published  when  he  was  twenty  .  neither  were  bestsellers  or  anything  ,  but  he’s  very  proud  of  them  .   he’s  currently  in  the  process  of  writing  the  forest  we  lived  in   (  which  is  somewhat  based  on  his  own  childhood  and  missing  411s  in  general  )  and  he  thought  that  a  change  of  scenery  would  help  him  get  started  on  that   ,  thus  ,  applying  for  the  interchange   and  majoring  in  literature  this  time  .  

has  only  dated  one  person  …  a  woman  much  older  than  him   ,  who  was  his  book  agent  when  he  was  nineteen  . so  theo  …  into  older  women  ?  into  people  who  have  strong  and  dominant  personalities  ?  theo  …  a  bottom  for  the  ladies  ?  he  is  bisexual  ,  though  he  doesn’t  really  know  his  type  when  it  comes  to  men  ,  he’s  just  enjoying  the  view  for  now  .   AND  THAT’S  THE  END  OF  FUN  FACTS  !

name: beatrice ryder nicknames: bea birthday: 11/02/1995 age: 26 years zodiac: scorpio gender: cis female pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual, biromantic height: 5′7 born: new jersey, us major: education likes: attention, being liked, dogs, her giant teddy named boog, grunge, lingerie, red lipstick, thunderstorms, ripped jeans, sex, knives, dreaming, cigarettes, licorice, loud music, grilled cheese, black clothes, instagram, london dislikes: goodbyes, forgetting, nightmares, being ignored, drugs, numbness, water, bears, misunderstandings, loneliness, biting her tongue, models, wigs, being told what to do, mood swings, time, boba tea, commercial airlines, dares

beatrice is a personality crisis disguised as a human being.

ever since she was a little girl, she’s travelled the world. her parents never wanted to stay in one place very long, so they would uproot her anytime they got the notion to leave, ripping her away from any friends she’d made. on the bright side she’s been able to see so many beautiful places. on the downside... don’t get her started.

at thirteen life seemed to take a downward spiral and she woke up one day not quite feeling like herself. she hasn’t felt like herself since.

her emotions are haywire. she can change her mood on the drop of a dime and she cannot control it. one moment she’ll be screaming over nothing and the next, laughing as if nothing happened.

though loved deeply and spoiled by her parents, bea has never felt much support from them. they always denied anything was wrong with her in spite of her outrageous mood swings, refused to get her help as a teenager.

she’s gone to therapy but it hasn’t done much good.

bea longs for stability but thrives on chaos.

high school was both the best and worst time of her life. a lot of drama went down at her school in london, some of the things that happened were horrible, but it was the first time she’d truly felt like she had found a place in the world.

after graduating she felt more lost and alone than ever.

not one person has ever not left her. even her parents continuously switch up where they’re going. all of her friends have vanished. love doesn’t last. so, okay, maybe she has some trust issues.

she’s modeled over the years and has a decent following on social media. though she couldn’t care less about being famous she has to admit she likes the attention.

she is very, very attention oriented. bad or good, she wants to be seen.

was kicked out of one of her fashion events for punching another model in the nose. whatever, she asked for it.

you’ll often find her drowning her sorrows.

she has always hoped to be a mom but is starting to think that’s out of the cards for her.

Sunny grew up with what some might call hippie parents, she was raised up on a large farm with a bunch of animals and plenty of land to run around with her three brothers. It was her ideal life until they had to move back to the city to take care of her grandma. 

She fell in love with reading when she was a kid and over time that mophed into her love of writing. Sunny loves coming up with whole worlds in her head as well as sharing it with other people. 

Being an optimist in the world at times can be hard but she thinks it’s much braver to be kind. 

Her family made her come to this school, they wanted her to explore and see the world other then the one she made up in her head.

She’s vegan because she loves animals so much that every time she looks at a burger she imagines the cow staring back at her saying ‘don’t eat meeee’. 

Her style is very very vintage inspired, everything in her closet is either thrifted or from a small business. 

Her favorite flowers are daisies 

name: december adamos nicknames: n/a birthday: 12/01/1996 age: 26 years zodiac: sagittarius gender: cis male pronouns: he/him sexuality: bisexual, biromantic height: 5′11 born: london, england major: marine biology likes: cigarettes, beer, whiskey, being not broke, sex, pizza, guitar, marijuana, tequila, his mom, running away from his problems, baked goods, alone time, fast cars, naps, vodka, jogging, his hair being played with, motorcycles dislikes: aging, commitment, reading, holidays, birthdays, emotions, london, facing his problems, crowds, shopping, haircuts, school, routine, long sleeves, social media, mornings, dress codes, hair gel, his dad

see: constantly on a downward spiral.

december does not remember much about who he was before he was adopted. he was taken in by his adoptive family at eight years old, he’d been in foster care since he was an infant. he doesn’t know his previous name or his birth parents, or why he was given up. he doesn’t really care.

his adoptive father was awful. his mother was an angel.

a rebellious teenager constantly being punished, never changing. in the beginning he wasn’t trying to go against his parents’ wishes, he was just a rambunctious child that liked to have fun. then it turned into doing whatever he could to piss off the man that was raising him, whether it was sneaking out, going to parties, showing up to family events wasted.

he was kicked out as soon as it was legal for him to do so.

when his father died, he was a suspect for the murder, but there was never enough evidence to pin on him. he didn’t kill him. sometimes he wishes he would’ve had the nerve to kill him.

he has memory issues. probably caused by the heavy alcohol and drug use.

he’s been to rehab on more than one occasion, but it never sticks. he just can’t care enough to stop drinking.

has tried anything he can get his hands on. he hasn’t had the best experience with harder drugs, cocaine for example. he doesn’t enjoy the trip, so while he tends to steer clear of them he’s not against it either.

his inheritance was pinned on him staying sober, it was written in his dad’s will. he tried for a few months before deciding fuck it, the old man could have the last laugh.

will sleep with pretty much anyone.

probably has a child out there somewhere.

has serious commitment issues. he’s never been able to stick around in one place for very long or keep a job or relationship longer than a few months --- aside from one woman the last time he was sober. for nearly two years in his early twenties he’d made something of himself. he had started a career, a nice apartment, a woman he was in love with and planned to marry... then he relapsed and ruined it all.

he’s not sure what he’s hoping to get out of this school, but it’s better than being homeless while he travels, right?

he has no passion for marine biology. he drunkenly applied and got accepted. time to see how long he can bullshit his way through it.

no intentions of making it to thirty. he’s here for a good time, not a long time.

he’s not having a good time either, to be clear.

name: gertrude genevieve guerra nicknames: gertie, gert, g, gg birthday: 10/29/1997 age: 25 years zodiac: scorpio gender: cis female pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual, biromantic height: 5′5 born: london, england major: law likes: her cat sabbath, exercise, boxing, tom petty music, smoothies, colored pens, hummingbirds, lemonade, pubs, chili cheese fries, vodka, the smell of smoke, call of duty, baby carrots, olives, raspberries, skechers, thrillers, cooking dislikes: crying, junk food, homework, sand, orange juice, flip-flops, crocs, sappy movies, long fingernails, lavender, scratchy quilts, loud people, artificial grape flavor, reality tv, mainstream pop music, ketchup, pda, overused memes, mondays

gertrude was raised by a single mother with a ‘take no shit’ attitude. said attitude was passed down directly to her.

her number one passion in life is — or was — track. she had dreams of being an olympic athlete, and she was certainly training hard enough to get there. she could outrun anyone that tried her. she was fucking good. then came her knee injury.

after two surgeries and a lot of denial, gertie had to kiss her plans for the future goodbye.

she’s still bitter, but tries to pretend she’s over it.

daddy issues? not at all. jk. lots of ‘em.

her dad didn’t abandon her exactly, but he basically did. when he left her mom he moved to another country and didn’t make much effort to see his only daughter. too many ‘i got too caught up with work to wish you a happy birthday, sorry baby’s and promised trips that never happened.

she does not like being called gertrude unless it’s by someone she likes. really likes. they get a free pass.

she has a black cat back at home with her mama named sabbath.

she adores her mother, though they don’t have the most affectionate relationship. her mother thinks she should be strong and not let anything bother her. she’s pushed that onto her since she was a little girl, and it’s probably why she cannot healthily express her emotions.

the only way she knows how to process her feelings is to take it out on punching bags.

is only in this school because elle is here and she wasn’t willing to be without her.

she gets super attached to the people she cares about. she doesn’t necessarily show it but when she loves, she loves hard, and if you have gertie you’ve always got her.

loyal af, basically.

she definitely believes in love and has even been in it before, but is terrified of getting hurt or giving someone the ‘power’ to hurt her.

v sarcastic. good luck getting a serious conversation minus the wit out of her.

she is not mean. really, she’s not. but she is far from nice.