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SYDNEY MOTTA ➝ FIRST SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Sydney Nora Motta. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 23. (June 15th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: First. Half-Sibling. ❖ GRADE: Junior. ❖ MAJOR: English and Creative Writing. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Alexandra Park.

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Sydney’s young life was certainly unorthodox. As a baby she lived with her birth mother, Stacy, her mother sharing custody of her with her father, her time split rather evenly between the two. Her father was an incredibly famous actor, whose name rhymes with Peorge Blooney. However, her mother soon met Al Motta and fell in love, getting pregnant quickly after and gladly gave almost full time custody to Sydney’s father. Sydney was living with her father full time, along with her three older brothers, who were her father’s children from his first marriage, and her stepmother, only seeing her mother and siblings on that side of the family every other weekend and certain holidays. While she had nothing against her siblings on her mother’s side, she never felt the same closeness to them as she did her brothers. Along with those brothers, she grew up with her father’s best friend’s children, the Claringtons, considering even them to be more of akin to a family than her mother’s family.

Sydney grew up as just one of the boys, being surrounded by brothers, she had to be tough, or they would have hovered over her, treating her like she was too fragile, and she couldn’t stand that. She had to prove she could take whatever they could, much to her father’s distaste. Being much more inclined to more traditional standards for how a girl should behave, and always scolded her when he would come home to find her trying to tackle her brothers while they played outside. She didn’t care, though, brushing off whatever he had to say to her, because she enjoyed the way things were.

She had never been easy to handle, always picking fights at recess, and never turning down a challenge, her teachers were constantly calling home to speak to father, who would always try to explain to her that fighting wasn’t a good habit to have, but it never stopped her. And as she got older, things only got worse. She wouldn’t just not back down from a fight, she would intentionally start them, instigating, and coming home with cuts and bruises more often than not.

It was no surprise when her father decided she’d be better off at a boarding school, or maybe it just meant he wouldn’t have to deal with her himself, she didn’t care either way. For her, boarding school was just a way to be herself without her father trying to tell her to be more like a lady. She was 15 when she realized how much she enjoyed having sex, and how easy it was to manipulate most of the guys around her. It was almost a game for her, finding a new guy, leading them around, making them want her more and more, she’d even let them think that they’d finally be the one to tame her, to make her want them, but then she’d reach a certain point, sleep with them, and that was it. Occasionally she’d keep them around for a little while, but it was never more than hooking up, and it never lasted long, only until she was bored, or found a new mountain to climb. Of course, she burned through her boarding school pretty quickly, it wasn’t a large school, and guys talked, so it wasn’t long before she moved onto older men.

Sydney would find herself sneaking out after curfew, and into local bars, moving on to play her same game but with men instead of boys. It didn’t matter that she was only 17, they didn’t know that, and she found the lying was just an added thrill. It wasn’t long after, that she ran into someone she knew there, one of her teachers. He was younger than most of her others, and she’d caught him staring at her a few times during class, though she didn’t know if she was just imagining it. She almost left when she saw him, afraid that he’d get her in trouble, and make it impossible for her to keep doing this, but instead, she found herself walking towards him, instead of away. If it weren’t for her past experiences with men, things might not have worked out for her, but by the end of the night, she found herself in his bed, and it was a completely new thrill that she’d never experienced before.

It became something of a ritual, her sneaking out, and meeting him, then ending up back at his home. But after a couple of months, even that started to bore her. Still, she kept up with it, deciding that the risk of it all was enough of a buzz until she found something better, but he could tell that she was pulling away, which caused fights. Even the fights brought a little enjoyment to it all, adding a little spark here and there, until things began to escalate, and eventually one night, he hit her. There were no feelings there, it was still just sex, and she was ready to move on to something new, so there was no way she was going to put up with any kind of physical abuse from him when she didn’t even like him. It took everything in her not to hit him back, but she knew that that could get her in serious trouble, so instead she told him that they were done.

However, things weren’t as easy as they usually were. She may have been done with him, but he wasn’t done with her, and when she told him to move on, he told her that he’d have her expelled. He threatened to tell the headmaster that she’d plagiarized her last exam in his class, and while getting kicked out of school really wouldn’t have been that upsetting to her, it would just land her in a new one with a whole new pool of adventures, she loved to write, and it was her dream to become a novelist, to have her integrity brought into question was something that would follow her. She would never be able to escape that. So things continued, through the rest of her senior year, right up until graduation. She wanted nothing to do with him, but he’d realized that she’d have to take whatever he wanted to give her, so she became the girl who had to cover her bruises, even if she usually wore them as a badge of honor, now they just sickened her. She was in an endless cycle of sex and violence, none of which she wanted, and she felt like she had no way out. When he finally let her stop, knowing that it didn’t make sense to try and continue when she was no longer at the school, she tried to pretend like it was nothing, like it was just sex and who cared about the rest, because it was over now, but deep in her mind, she knew that it wasn’t, and it had changed her.

Going to PSU was an escape for her, finally moving on from that part of her life. It never stopped her from hooking up with guys, and she would never speak of it, because that just meant it mattered. But she found herself sleeping around less, and never keeping guys around for more than one or two nights. She also felt herself on guard more than she’d like to admit, questioning motives, and making sure no one knew anything of importance about her, so they could never use it against her.

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Sydney can be a bit of a shit show. Some days she’s in a fancy dress, and the next you’ll find her in a ratty old cut up t-shirt. Some days her hair is flawless, and her makeup done to make her look reserved. The next she’ll go to class with yesterday’s eyeliner down to cheek bones. Generally, she wears what she wants, when she wants, and tends not to care what anyone else has to say about it. She has long, dark brown hair, and is quite petite.

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CAILA MOTTA ➝ FIFTH SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Caila Juliet Motta. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 21. (September 9th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Fifth. ❖ GRADE: Part-Time. ❖ MAJOR: Acting. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Fluid. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Fluid. ❖ FACECLAIM: Sarah Hyland.

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Caila was less than half a year old when she landed her first job. Being still pretty young parents, and living in Hollywood, Stacy and Al were swept up in the fun of having an adorable baby girl, who was more like their doll than their child. They weren’t bad parents, not by a long shot, just a little clueless and distracted, that was all. Caila was their last child, so they had a lot keeping them occupied. Someone told Stacy that their baby had a face for television, and taking it very literally, she saw to it that she and her husband hooked her up with an agency; then, at barely five months old, Caila was cast in her first commercial. Something about diapers, apparently. Though, she has never actually watched it, despite her parents having an old copy on VHS. Being so young, Caila didn’t have to have any special talent. All she had to do was lay there with a couple cameras pointed at her, and be picked up by an on-screen mom, though Caila branded her a natural. For what, Caila has no idea, but she was incredibly proud of her regardless. Al, too, but the whole acting daughter gig was more Stacy’s thing than his.

It seemed, from that very moment, Caila had been bitten by the work bug, and was now stuck with it for life. Before she’d even reached her first birthday, she’d starred in two other commercials, and just a month after she’d turned one, she’d been cast as the main character’s youngest daughter, Marissa, in a show titled Single With Children. Again, it didn’t take a whole lot of talent to be a one year old in a sitcom, so she was apparently a natural all over again, according to Stacy. The show actually did pretty well, running for a total of four seasons, with short hiatuses between, resulting in Caila being six years old before its ending. Her Single With Children family had become like her second family, with Caila being the baby, so it was a huge adjustment for her to lose the second set of parents and older siblings she’d grown up with, and to suddenly be a little sister to her real siblings. Not that she disliked it or anything; she was a very friendly little girl, and loved hanging out with the others. That wasn’t enough for her, though.

Despite their other children needing attention, Stacy and Al still gave plenty of it to Caila—perhaps an unfair amount, in fact—and met regularly with her agent to set up new projects for her. Now that she was a little older, she could take on slightly more demanding roles, and was soon cast in a movie alongside Kate Hudson, titled Raising Riley. Caila played the title character, although the movie focused mostly on her estranged parents, with Riley just getting up to general seven year old mischief. The movie did exceptionally well, though once it was all done and dusted and the hype had calmed down, Caila had begun to find her own voice, to the point where she could express to her parents that acting was fun, but she wanted to focus on other aspects of the performance world, too. It had become something of an ongoing thing for her Single With Children character to burst into song at random, inopportune moments (one time in church, another in the middle of an important meeting with her mother and her boss, etc.), and it turned out that Caila had a pretty great voice, especially for someone so young.

At her request, Stacy, who had become something of a momager to her, enrolled her in vocal classes, as well as dance classes, though she never really cared about the latter. She continued to take on small movie roles and television appearances, all while perfecting her voice. Caila never went to regular school, and instead would have her own private teachers who would give her lessons on set or at home, depending on her current project. Despite living her life in the spotlight, however, Caila was not your typical Hollywood brat. She was polite, sweet, and very driven. So much so that at only eight years old, Nickelodeon had approached her agent with a show all of her own. With Caila’s input, they came up with the title Caila’s Courtyard. It consisted of a set made up to look like an eight year old’s dream house, where Caila and a bunch of other kids lived without parental supervision. They would often have fans star in episodes, where they could win prizes. It was kind of all over the place, but it was a total hit, with Caila and the other kids being thirteen by the time it came to an end.

Throughout Caila’s Courtyard’s prime years, the family received the news that would flip their world upside down. Stacy’s mother had passed away, and everything changed from that moment. Stacy started to withdraw, to the point that it seemed she didn’t even care about her children anymore. Not even Caila, who she’d always seemed close with. Stacy’s mental health regressed rapidly, and the ever optimistic teen wasn’t entirely sure how to handle it. She was able to keep herself busy with various projects, even dabbling in songwriting, though that was something she never went on to pursue. Her work continued to steadily flow, while Stacy’s mental state worsened. Finally, shortly after Caila’s thirteenth birthday, Stacy took off without a word, and that day was probably the worst of Caila’s life. She’d never experienced loss like it before, and had considered herself incredibly close with her mother. Stacy had always been her biggest supporter. Not having her around anymore was a lot for her to swallow.

A light in Caila went out after that, but she refused to stop. She took a brief break to just try to find a little happiness again, to come to terms with the, for lack of a better word, loss. There was only so much a hormonal teenager could do to help herself, though, especially when her father had begun to rely more heavily on his own work, so she became even more career obsessed than before. She threw herself completely into her work, still appearing in television shows here and there, but it begun to take a bit of a backseat to music. The latter was more of a challenge for her, and that was what she needed. She needed a challenge; a distraction. Music was it. Caila poured her entire heart and soul into it, though she never quite found her own specific sound. That wasn’t to say she didn’t do well; she released an album by the time she was seventeen, and it wasn’t the world’s best seller, but it did pretty well. Well enough to land her an invitation to London, England, to work as a judge on the UK’s X Factor at only nineteen years old.

Judging and mentoring young performers (she was given the teens category the first time, being the youngest judge herself) was a ton of fun, and Caila didn’t hesitate to come back to the States and judge on the US X Factor panel, then a little later, she was back in the UK to work on a new season. England was nice, if not a very big culture shock, and Caila considered staying out there for a while. She wasn’t sure what she expected from all of the back and forth trips, other than to find something that was missing, she just didn’t know what it was. It took a little while for her to realize that what was missing was her mother, and no amount of working and busying herself could bring her back. Caila allowed herself a quiet breakdown, before deciding she would lose herself if she let it go on for too long. Staying in the States for the time being, she enrolled in Pacific State, where she is currently taking part time classes in Acting. Despite that, Caila is still yet to slow down, and takes on as many projects outside of school as she can. She’s going back to acting, and is currently working as a judge on America’s Got Talent.

It’s still not enough for her, though. With her mother gone, nothing ever will be, and Caila’s finally starting to accept that.

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Despite being in her twenties, Caila has a total baby face, and stands at a modest 5'2. Having been in the spotlight since she was five months old, her body has never truly been her own, which means she has never had the option to make many changes to her appearance, other than the blonde color she has in her otherwise naturally brown hair, which falls to just below her shoulders. She’ll wear hair extensions sometimes, which reach just below her chest. Since she is always in the spotlight, she has to look her best, so is always on top of trends, with her makeup done to a natural looking perfection. She wears heels often, and two piercings through each ear lobe. As of yet, she has no tattoos, with no plans to get one anytime soon.

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JUNEAU MOTTA ➝ FOURTH SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Juneau Sage Motta. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Ze. ❖ AGE: 22. (October 17th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Fourth. Twin to Third Motta. ❖ GRADE: Senior. ❖ MAJOR: Art Therapy, with a minor in Business. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Homosexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Vanessa Lengies.

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[TW: MEDICAL JARGON, HOSPITALS, TUMORS, SEIZURES]

Juneau Sage Motta, better known as Sage (or Junie, but only if she loves you), was born as the quintessential middle sibling to Al and Stacy Motta. Not only was she stark in the middle, but she was the middle triplet. Sage had always been quiet, unsure of herself, but generally an internally vibrant and kind girl. Losing her place in the world made her soft. She didn’t find her gifts immediately like Dena, nor did she have her personality completely figured out like Maddox. Sage was her own person, even if she had no idea what that was.

While her triplet found solace in front of the camera, Sage rather liked to be behind it. She would always hover around the shots, either during filming or photoshoots, gazing in awe at the way certain lighting or camera angles or editing could make the scene look completely different and absolutely beautiful. Sage’s love of all things visual stemmed from there, and she would often accompany her sister to shoots in order to practice her own style of photography. From the time that she was about twelve years old, Sage began to experience intense headaches.

An emotional headache would come in the form of their mother, Stacy, walking out on them. It was hard enough to comprehend the death of their grandmother, but Sage wasn’t sure what to make of her mother leaving, either. Dena took it the hardest, and while Sage tried to be there for her sister, she found it more difficult to watch her family slowly unravel. Always the sort of background caretaker, she did everything in her power to make sure that all of her siblings were alright. Of course, there are some wounds that cannot heal, and the aftereffects of being abandoned so young have resonated quite visibly in Sage.

However, she didn’t have much time to grieve. It wasn’t very long after Stacy walked out on the family that they were thrown with another hardship. Reports from Sage’s schoolteachers quickly reached Al Motta, informing him that Sage’s performance in school was very quickly deteriorating. Her vision was poor, she seemed to be in another world during class time, and her personality had very gradually been turning for the worse. The only class she willingly participated in was art, something that has stuck with Sage from the beginning of time. Al and the rest of the Motta’s chalked it up to Sage’s grief from dealing with Stacy’s departure and a need for glasses, but things were much more serious than they could have imagined. Everything came to a stopping halt when Sage had a seizure during an assembly at school. Humiliated, she was immediately rushed to the hospital where a neurosurgeon sent her in for an MRI and CAT scan that revealed the truth: A benign tumor had formed within Sage’s skull. Thankfully, it wasn’t cancerous, but it was in a part of her brain that would prove to be tricky to remove.

Petrified, Sage had no choice but to go through with the surgery. It wasn’t cancer, they said, but she still had to endure radiation treatment and was constantly on watch in the hospital. In some ways, it was worse than cancer, as the surgery was a delicate process and one that somewhat made her not want to live through it all. Combined with the anti-seizure medication, the radiation, and the various therapies (art, plant, music) Sage managed to find her will to live again.

The downside of all of this was that because of the tumor’s location, it had an irreversible effect on her personality. Gone was the girl who was bright, full of love and laughter, and in her stead was a hollow shell of a soul. Nothing fazes Sage, as it should, but she exudes a terrifyingly calm and chilled demeanor. She has little patience for those who irritate her, and you can never really quite tell what she thinks of you, which is how she prefers it to be.

Sage was about sixteen when all was said and done, and after spending the majority of her tween and teenage years from the inside of a hospital, she opted to be homeschooled instead, so she could take advantage of art classes at a nearby community college. Some might have been weakened by such a near-fatal blow so young, but not Sage. She threw her heart and soul into trying to make a difference. Sage was seventeen years old when she founded her charity, Carpe Diem (a sick wordplay on seize the day, in honor of her own illness) and became a spokesperson for brain injury and seizure treatment. The charity works to provide treatment for those patients whose medical insurance cannot cover the expenses of brain surgery or seizure medication, as it can get quite astronomically expensive.

She was accepted into Pacific State a year early, having finished her homeschooling, but instead chose to take a year off to really launch her charity with the knowledge that she would eventually return as head of it. She’s currently an art therapy major and business minor at PSU, and just launched a line of zen coloring books. All of the proceeds go to her charity, as the Motta’s are rich beyond all reason and she would rather put the money towards something that is more worthwhile.

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Sage, for all of her faults, is very much a sight to behold. She is always dressed from head to toe in black, even in the dead of summer. She always wears a black choker around her neck, and she can usually be found wearing some kind of hat in order to cover the scar on her head from her surgery. Regardless, she always wears her hair down for this same reason, even though her hair covers it. Sage’s posture is poor, and even though she tries not to make herself much of anything, she tends to stick out due to her drastic wardrobe choices: leather, combat boots, etc. Sage has three tattoos: a feather on her left wrist, an ankh on her right hip, and Isis, the ancient Egyptian goddess on the back of her neck.

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SKYLAR MOTTA ➝ THIRD SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Skylar Ann Motta. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 22. (October 17th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Third. Twin to Fourth Motta. ❖ GRADE: Junior. ❖ MAJOR: Nursing. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Vanessa Lengies.

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[TW: MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION AND MENTAL ILLNESS]

There was never a dull moment in Skylar Ann Motta’s life. Growing up with a famous father definitely made sure of that. Skylar was always a bit of a daredevil. Throughout her childhood, she liked to throw caution to the wind, and she often found herself in risky but exciting situations. Like climbing the big tree in their backyard or escaping out of her window so that she can reach the roof of the house. Stacy constantly liked to joke that she had to keep one eye on Skylar at all times because she never knew where she could end up. Her parents decided to channel her wildness into something safer, and that’s how Skylar ended up doing gymnastics - where she could flip in the air as much as she wanted. Her coaches said that Skylar had a true talent for gymnastics, but she eventually quit once her mom started to become sick. It was something that they enjoyed together, and once her mom stopped showing up to her competitions. Skylar quickly lost her passion for gymnastics.

Skylar did not know how to handle her mother’s depression. She wanted to avoid that her mother was even having a problem. Skylar spent most of her time in her room writing or reading, anything to not think about what was going on. She wanted to believe that everything was going to be okay. But, when her mom left them at the age of twelve, Skylar had no reaction. She didn’t know how to process someone she cherished so much walking out on her. So, instead Skylar closed off all her feelings, and this isolated herself from her siblings. Her dad threw money at the situation, not knowing how to handle Skylar becoming reclusive. Skylar used the money to buy herself a fancy new computer which she used to take notes on depression. By Skylar learning about her mother’s mental illness, it gave her some closure about her mom walking out.

After Skylar finished processing her mother leaving, and Sage’s benign tumor, she found her daredevil personality returning with a vengeance. In high school, Skylar started to ditch class to go rock climbing, bungee jumping, or just hanging out with her friends. Her thrill seeking often landed her at some party drinking the night away. Eventually, her grades started to slip, and that’s when her father decided to step in. He brought Skylar to a therapist who showed her how to channel her feelings into more positive outlets. Skylar joined soccer and track, and the constant running allowed her to feel better about her family situations. She decided to improve her grades and stop the partying. It seemed like as long as Skylar never talked about her mother, she wouldn’t have to deal with her thoughts of abandonment, and that worked for her.

Even with therapy, Skylar was still guarded. She had difficulties trusting people, and that had an effect on her relationships. Skylar found that she liked hooking up with people because no feelings were involved, and she didn’t have to deal with the person leaving her down the line. However, she did try her hand in a few relationships, but they never lasted long due to Skylar’s commitment issues. Although, she didn’t have any luck in her relationships. Skylar still believed in love, and she hopes that one day she will be ready to open herself up to someone special.

Researching about mental illness, and going to a therapist, fueled Skylar’s passion for helping people. Because this was so personal to her, Skylar was glad that she got accepted to Pacific State University. She wanted to study nursing without people asking her questions, or trying to bring up facts about her past. Now that Skylar is studying nursing, she hopes that she will be able to intern at a psychiatric hospital. She wants to make sure that her patients have everything they need to be comfortable while they are in the hospital. She also wants to help in a children’s hospital, so that she can bring joy into their lives. Skylar secretly hopes that one day her mother will come into her future job, and she would be able to tell her everything she learned about mental illness. But, Skylar knows that it’s just wishful thinking, and she has lost hope on her mother coming back into her life.

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Skylar likes to keep her hair at a medium length. Her hair is often curly, and it is usually kept in a messy bun when she is working out or playing sports. Skylar likes to dye her hair a light brown, but she has dyed it purple before. She prefers to wear jeggings, leggings, or tight sweats on a daily basis. But, she doesn’t have a problem with dressing up for a special occasion. Skylar has one tattoo of birds flying next to a tree branch on her back shoulder blade.

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MADDOX MOTTA ➝ SECOND SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Maddox Ian Motta. ❖ PRONOUNS: He/Him. ❖ AGE: 23. (December 25th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Second. Adopted. *Twin to Second McCarthy. ❖ GRADE: Junior. ❖ MAJOR: Film and Photography. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Chris Wood.

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When Christmas rolls around it’s a day of joy and cheer. Where families get together and rejoice. Well, on this certain December 25th, Maddox Xavier was brought into this world and then thrown around it like a whirlwind. He was found on someone’s front porch the next morning. Bundled up in a blanket with a scribbled note that read. ‘I can’t’. Taken from orphanage to orphanage and eventually, family to family. To this day, Ian doesn’t do the holidays very well.

It wasn’t until around the age of eight that the Motta family came into his life and stayed. Maddox had already grown up to be a little rebellious child. He liked to have fun, no matter the cost and with the certain things he had to deal with between families, it always seemed as if he was quite detached at times. Still, always a toothy grin to show off and a hearty laugh to share. The young boy had over heard Motta’s talking about him. So sweet. So kind. Little bit of a wild side, but nothing a little love can’t fix. They had a daughter, someone he cold play with. All in all, the outcome wasn’t bad. Until it was.

Through his childhood and up to his teens, Maddox was what you called the wild child. His ‘parents’ devoting their attention their daughter and the spotlight being flung on him whether he liked it or not. So, he lived off of it. Making a show everywhere he went. They either knew he name for the bad or the good, the beauty or the beast. He wasn’t stupid, he knew his family was going through their own sling of problems, but while he was very much apart of it, he was detached to any feelings that came with it. Especially after their mom went off the deep end and things were never really the same.

Their father used money to make up for their mother walking out and Maddox brushed it off and accepted it. Living the life of that party boy that everyone wanted around. Yes, he had a bad image but God did he thrive on it. After so much time with being unwanted, it felt good to have eyes on you, regardless of how morbid it sounded.

Hitting his older teens 17 and forward, Xavier continued with his ways. Always out on the town, living it up to the fullest. It was true when it was time to buckle down, the boy knew when to get his work done. It started with helping out with a few films when he was a bit younger. The directors laughing along with his comments but ended up using them anyway. With time passing, they went as far as having him shadow them for big movie productions. Of course, he hadn’t graduated yet, but being apart of the limelight had its perks so he got paid for what he did and made a hell of a living aside from his dads paycheck.

Simply put, Maddox didn’t get the perfect little story he read about in fairytales and he was okay with that. The things that happened to him before the Mottas were nightmares he could sleep with. You could never tell that behind that smile was a monster ripping at the doors. There was only room for jokes, parties, and a good time. Eventually, he had to accept the fact that school would have to be apart of his life and after some traveling. A lot of traveling. He rounded his way back and found himself in a school he knew his sister was attending. He had one little life and he intended to make it worth someone. No matter where he found himself. The world wasn’t ready for him, but he was ready to take on the world.

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Maddox is one for tattoo’s. Mainly life quotes he lives by, aside from the flock of ravens starting from his wrist towards his upper arm. Coming to a separation and forming almost like branches to a tree. You can find him wearing jeans and a graphic t-shirt. Sometimes shorts even in the winter. His hair varies in length depending on the weather. A muscular built to his stature.

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