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MATHIEU SMYTHE ➝ THIRD SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Mathieu Emil Smythe. ❖ PRONOUNS: He/Him. ❖ AGE: 21. (April 13th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Third. Triplet to Second & Fourth Smythe. ❖ GRADE: Junior. ❖ MAJOR: Counseling Psychology. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Grant Gustin.

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[[TW for talk of eating disorder, anxiety, hospitalization]]

With fame and fortune being all he’s ever known, it’s no wonder that Mathieu has never really had to worry for much. His earliest memories are composed of flashing lights and people clamoring for his parents’ attention whenever they were out; although Mathieu wasn’t quite about to tell why things were the way that way, versus the lives he saw his friends and people on TV and movies lead, it wasn’t something he ever thought to question. Of course he knew that his mother and father’s professions meant that people looked on them differently than they did most others, and that – as one of their children – there was a certain amount of fame that came with that simple fact. But rather than wonder what it would be like to live a different life, a quieter life, Mathieu let things be. It was simply the way things were. Growing up, his natural disposition was one of quiet kindness and an insatiable wonder for the world and people around him. Though by no means extroverted, Mathieu was known to have a soft-spoken curiosity, and could often times be found reading to himself or striking up conversations with anybody willing to tell him a little bit about themselves, if only because he wanted to understand any and everything he possibly could beyond a surface level.

As he grew older, he kept his sense of curiosity, allowing it to blossom into a charm and charisma that was second nature to him. He still retained an air of privacy, preferring quiet and solitude over the loud raucous that seemed to permeate every aspect of his family, but he easily settled into an identity he’d set for himself: one with a fondness for learning and a desire to help. He was content to fade into the background of his family’s fame, though this desire was often times hard to achieve when he couldn’t so much as leave his home without wondering if it could somehow be used either for or against his parents.

It was around this age that he began to really grasp just what it meant to be a child of the Hollywood elite. The media’s eyes were constantly on his family and, by extension, left Mathieu feeling like every little movement he made was being picked apart and critiqued. Just that thought alone was enough to make him unable to sit still, feeling a constant itch under his skin telling him that he wasn’t supposed to be anything less than the absolute best, not unless he wanted his imperfections to be on display for the entire entertainment world to see. It wasn’t long before Mathieu started to crack, desperately trying to hang on to any sort of control he could find in his life. If anyone were to understand the world view Mathieu’s head began to manifest, they would say he had lost himself, and maybe in a way he had. His childhood wonder and curiosity still persisted, except now, instead of driving him to learn about animals, the deep ocean, cultures and laws and everything foreign to himself, it became a restless search for whatever he needed to do to become the best version of himself, lest he give he paparazzi reason to drag his familial name through the mud. Perfect grades, perfect body, perfect self- that was his goal, no matter what the consequences. It took a drastic toll on his body and mental state, both of which have never been able to reach the level they were at before his gradual decline. Mathieu was well aware that his new view towards eating and his own body was unhealthy. Or rather, it would be unhealthy if it were anybody but himself. He needed it though, and every time he looked in the mirror or saw a photo of himself, it only reinforced that thought more and more.

His life came to a complete stop when he was fifteen. One second, he was arriving home after his usual morning jog, and the next thing he knew, he was waking up in the hospital with doctors surrounding him, using words like ‘malnourished’, ‘dehydrated’, and ‘anemic’. It wasn’t long before a few answers from his parents and an impromptu meeting with a psychologist that it was finally revealed the damage Mathieu had done to his body over the last two years. His parents immediately placed him in therapy, though not before word spread that one of the Smythe children had been hospitalized due to an “undisclosed medical need” and noting that the latest photos of him showed a rather obvious weight loss. There was little speculation that related back to the real reason, a fact that Mathieu found himself quietly thankful for. He did as he was told, hoping to maintain the family image and keep them happy, though with every pound he gained and every meal he finished, he hated himself more and more. By the time he was 17, he was up to a healthy weight for his size, though his attitude towards food and his workout routines were still cause for concern. Nevertheless, Mathieu did everything in his power to keep himself above the water. He graduated top of his class, and after a bit of deliberation about exactly what direction he wanted to go with his life, decided to attend Pacific State with a concentration in Psychology, hoping it would help him put the past behind him and ignore the constant thoughts that still plagued his mind. It also offered him a refuge away from the spotlight, and it was a safe haven that Mathieu’s younger self could have only imagined.

For the most part, being in college gave Mathieu a chance to rewrite his story. That was easier said than done, unfortunately. After receiving the final grades for his second semester sophomore year, Mathieu started to slip again. It isn’t to the point it was back when he was a teenager, when just walking up a flight of stairs, but his habits have definitely become less than ideal. Mathieu believes he has a wonderful control over it and that it won’t end up like before, and has refused to mention that he might be doing poorly again. Letting people find out about it before was what resulted, in his mind, in him starting to lose his control. This time, it’s not something he’s going to let go of so easily. He can control it, he know he can. Really, he has no choice in the matter.

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Mathieu has spent the majority of his life finding the perfect combination of comfortable and stylish. Blues and greys are the main colors of his wardrobe, always keeping himself clean cut and dressed to impress, should he be leaving the comfort of his home. He likes to carry himself tall yet relaxed, hoping to give the impression that he is more sure of the world around him than he actually is. He has glasses, though he can often times be found opting for contacts instead. He has a tattoo on his left wrist, the symbol of the NEDA as a reminder to himself, though he puts quite a deal of effort into keeping it hidden either by long sleeves, a watch, coverup, or a combination of the three.

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ATTICUS SMYTHE ➝ FIFTH SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Atticus Elliot Smythe. ❖ PRONOUNS: He/Him. ❖ AGE: 19. (February 14th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Fifth. ❖ GRADE: Freshman. ❖ MAJOR: Athletic Training, with a minor in Psychology. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Thomas Brodie-Sangster.

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Kidnapping TW Torture TW

Being the last born of the Smythe clan, Atticus was often the forgotten brother. He was smart like the rest of the family, but not so much that he was seen as being any better than anyone else. He found himself being closer to the helpers around his house then he was his own parents. This would lead him to being found helping to cook with the chef or playing with any of the maid’s kids if they came by.

He had no interest in following the family line, even though he was a half decent actor and singer, he found no joy in it. He didn’t know where his spot was, until he was given the chance to be on the track team and get into sports, he was a natural. He had colleges offering him scholarships from the time he was a freshman and he knew that even before that his parents had been receiving offers. He found himself trying to separate himself from his family name and things that came from it, he didn’t like feeling like he was living in a glass bowl that was part of an exhibit.

He thought he had gotten pretty good at just fading into the background, being ok with being forgotten when he was kidnapped. He was walking home just after his sixteenth birthday, when a black van pulled up alongside of him and asked for directions, and when Atticus had his back turned, he was knocked out and taken in. He was awoken in a dark dank place, being questioned on his family’s bank records and passwords. When he refused to answer the questions, he was beaten and tortured. This went on for two weeks, before the cops got a tip of where the captors were. They ran off before the police got there, leaving Atticus tied to a chair, broken and battered. With the help of Atticus’s fuzzy memory, the captors were caught, but the damage had been done.

Atticus’s ankle hadn’t been set properly following the breakage, and by the time he got treated, it was already healing wrong so even when it was set correctly, it never healed right. This left him to have a limp following the incident. The possibility of him getting a scholarship to somewhere for sports was now gone, and so was the chance of him being able to hide in a crowd, as there had been media coverage with his picture placed everywhere while he was being kept.

After the whole ordeal, Atticus threw himself into work, no longer having a safe space to go to. He was tortured with nightmares every night, something he was able to keep a secret mostly due to how big his house was and how most of his siblings had left by that point. When he was looking at colleges, his parents pushed him to go to PSU, something he didn’t argue with because he didn’t want to argue with them. So he went to PSU, trying to get away from the memories that just won’t let go.

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Atticus doesn’t really have a style, choosing instead to wear whatever he can find. He wears a lot of hand-me downs from his older siblings, and can sometimes be found at the nearby thrift shop. He usually wears jeans and polo’s, flannels or button ups. But he also has more fancy clothes in his closet if needed. He usually just brushes his hair over a side, but other than that doesn’t really deal with it.

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ASTERIO GILBERT ➝ FIRST SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Asterio 'Rio' Jaxon Olivier Smythe. ❖ PRONOUNS: He/Him. ❖ AGE: 24. (April 27th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: First. ❖ GRADE: Freshman. ❖ MAJOR: Performance. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Homosexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Brendon Urie.

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[TW: physical abuse, drug abuse, schizophrenia and bipolar disorder]

Being the first born to Keaton and Sarah, and a boy no less, there were instant expectations for him Jaxon Smythe. They were strict, from the moment he began to walk, they were drilling rules into his head, trying to mould their perfect son early on. He was to be shown off, the golden boy, who would have a successful career, like his Father, and marry a beautiful girl, like his Father, and have a family, like his Father.

But Jaxon was a strange child. He mumbled a lot, was edgy, and when his siblings came along, rather than trying to get all of his Mother’s attention as a jealous child would, be enjoyed being left to his own devices. He liked to get into trouble, and he liked privacy, and nothing could seem to get him to conform to his Father’s rules as he grew. It seemed as though he loved getting under his Father’s skin and making life harder for him.

The older he got, the worse he got, acting out all of the time and constantly causing problems for everyone. Even at school, he was a difficult child, always being sent out, or to the principal’s office, or even home if his behaviour and attitude was bad enough. He was uncontrollable. Even when being punished for whatever he’d done, he’d find ways to piss you off more and satisfy himself in the process. Between him and his parents it was a constant cycle of arguments, getting into trouble, dealing with the consequences and doing it over again.

By the time he was 15, he was regularly getting into fist fights at school, and had gotten into a number with his Father too. But the bigger worry was his lack of emotional stability. There were weeks of locking himself away, experimenting with narcotics to drown out this issue that was getting to him, getting hooked on things that no 15 year old should be taking. There were weeks of him shutting off, letting the characters and the voices that kept whispering in his mind take over while he checked out mentally.

As he got older, he found himself in more cycles; arguing with his parents; drug fuelled cycles; sleep cycles that didn’t consist of any sleep. He thought that escaping everything at home and getting away from Los Angeles would solve his problems, would make the niggling thoughts go away, the ones that were becoming harder to block out no matter what he used to try and stop it. But he knew he’d never get away if he didn’t make it through school and graduate, which was the only thing that made him actually focus on school word. Despite his terrible appearance, dark circles under his eyes, slightly hollow cheeks, jeans that had grown baggier than they should have been, and his mind deteriorating, he was maintaining grades to pass his classes, and because of that, no one questions why he had grown to become in the state he was.

Someone, he did it, but boy was he a bad state by the time he graduated. Along with a handful of friends that were just as hooked on amphetamines and hallucinogenics as he was, they set off in the direction of New York City. They didn’t have jobs or anywhere to live, but they didn’t care. The trip took three months, with multiple week-long stop offs in random cities, and lots of nights locked up in motel room, trying to ignore the commands of the voices in his head, and rushed get-a-ways in the morning before anyone could charge him for whatever destruction he’d done to the room in a night of pacing, chatting to himself about his plan to make it in the city.

Days went by, Jaxon did a good job of keeping it together, even when he wanted to check out, and let whatever chaos would occur, ensued. But instead, he focused on his climb to the top, which began with sending in demos to various record labels based in the city— which, frankly, was many.

Growing up, there were two things, only two things, that Jaxon loved more than anything else. Skateboarding, for one. He’d first sparked an interest in skateboarding following the release of the first Tony Hawks’ Pro Skater game, getting his own skateboard 6 months later with his allowance, something his Father wasn’t pleased about, but when Jaxon started practising and learning to skate, it became clear he was a natural. The second thing he loved, was performing. He would always cite that performing was one of the best ways to block everything in his mind. He sang to himself a lot, cute in his child days, but growing slightly concerning when he got into skate punk music and the lyrics lacked innocence like his used to.

After a month of trying to do videos on YouTube (and rarely succeeding), and spamming labels with demos, he got an interview at Fueled by Ramen and was soon signed as a promising artist, which he was. His first album, released in 2011, was a huge hit on the rock charts and boosted him to instant stardom. Most already knew him as the rebellious, oldest Smythe, but now he had a new reputation, meaning he could to mould himself.

And he was wild. A national tour followed his debut album, and his second album, released in 2013, was followed by an international tour. Some problems went away, to some extent, others didn’t. With so much time rehearsing and performing and focusing on music, he felt more in charge of his old mind, like he was in control. But the attention, the money, and the popularity meant that drugs were easy to get his hands on, and now he was spending far more money on getting high than he ever had.

He didn’t work on much new music for a while, instead, he had fun, getting his face plastered over magazines and newspapers, renowned for his antics, his almost constant state of intoxication, his tendency to get around after he publicly came out as homosexual. Then, slowly, he stopped appearing on the news so much. Everyone lost interest as he stayed off the radar, to the point that he was phased out. Now he didn’t have someone watching his every move. When his contract at FBR was up for renewal, his declined and left, leaving with the same friends he showed up with in New York, to go on a new adventure. They didn’t bother keeping contact with many people after they left, making new friends every time they went somewhere new.

They floated around for a couple years, taking quite a few vacations out of the country, staying in hotels and motels and hostels, partying all of the time, causing trouble without consequence. But there was no music anymore, like before. Now he heard was party remix songs, the kinds that just sound like noise over anything else. It didn’t help with anything, didn’t stop anything, didn’t stop the episodes or hallucinations, especially not when he was always pumping his system full of drugs.

But in 2016, the boys decided it had been long enough, and they ought to go home, see their families and their old friends, start back in Los Angeles at the very beginning of 2017. Not that Jaxon was in a great state to be around family. Now he could at least make himself look better by slathering on some pale make up, but make up did nothing for when he was shaking and aggressive from withdrawls, or for the flinches and reactions when the voices are loud, for the panic in his eyes and his edgy disposition.

Though it’s halfway through the year, he’s sure he can manage to catch up on the work so far and be able to complete his tests. He’s got plenty to keep him going, but his mind is still slowly falling apart from and more and with no help, until he lets someone in to see the mess that is his mind, nothing is going to get better.

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Jaxon looks a lot like Brendon does more recently. Slicked black hair, lots of black dress pants and metallic blazers or dark coloured shirts. He quite often wears glasses, but not always.

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SEBASTIAN SMYTHE ➝ FOURTH SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Sebastian Alderic Smythe. ❖ PRONOUNS: He/Him. ❖ AGE: 21. (April 13th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Fourth. Triplet to Second & Third Smythe. ❖ GRADE: Junior. ❖ MAJOR: Musical Theatre. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Homosexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Homoromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Grant Gustin.

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A life of excess & fame is all that Sebastian’s truly ever known. In many ways it’s given him opportunities and an amazing life, quite unlike others. However, like every good side there’s always a bad one. In a way it shaped him to be rather cold & untrusting of people. What he learned growing up is that people always want something. An ulterior motive drives everyone. Having quite a bit of money and a golden last name didn’t help making friends that actually wanted to know Sebastian. His perception of people was warped and manipulated over time. The worst part of it was that despite being surrounded by so many people, Sebastian still felt so lonely. He craved true friends that weren’t his brothers. He couldn’t bring himself to really trust anyone else, which was his downfall. In the worst of ways, he was a self-saboteur.

Ever since he was young he knew he wanted to be in “the business”. Whether that was acting or dancing, he knew that he wanted to be apart of entertainment. Much to his parent’s liking, performing was what he loved. Up until this very point at PSU, he’s always been dancing, singing, and acting. With the resources that he had, it was a difficult dream that was instantly made easier. He didn’t have to worry about people rejecting him much. Not only did he have the chops, but he had a family name that could bring in money. He’s the ultimate package in terms of young actors.

Despite his growing disdain for most people, he had always been the Type A personality. Even as a kid he was domineering. Amongst all the other little kids he was a pseudo-leader of sorts. Perhaps even a bully to some. The only difference between him and other kids like him was that he never got caught. Sebastian’s always been highly intelligent and Machiavellian. There wasn’t one thing he wouldn’t do to put himself forward and shine. This behavior unfortunately piqued around high school, but since then he’s calmed down. However, Sebastian still won’t trust anyone for about as far as he can throw them.

Being gay was never really a problem. For him, at least. It’s been quite obvious through the steps of life, especially in high school. Being in theatre as a gay teenager really cemented it as a definite thing. Going through boys like he could change clothes built up quite a reputation for himself, and not for the better. He was used to people talking about him at that point, so it didn’t really phase him too incredibly much. He’d never admit it but every now and then it really got to him. Sebastian was quick to put up the façade and simply move on like it didn’t.

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Sebastian is very clean cut. His sense of style is refined, and precise. Catching him wearing something like sweatpants is the indicator that he’s having a rough time. Otherwise, he’d not be caught dead. Designer labels are big to him. He’s the type of person who won’t wear something unless it has a a minimum price & a big name on it.

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CECIL SMYTHE ➝ THIRD SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Cecil Gray Smythe. ❖ PRONOUNS: He/Him. ❖ AGE: 21. (April 13th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Third. Twin to Second Smythe. ❖ GRADE: Freshman. ❖ MAJOR: Radio Communications. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Grant Gustin.

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Cecil Gray was not a special child. He was average in every way, unlike his siblings. He read books; he drew average pictures. There was not one outstanding quality about him, except his undying loyalty to the people in his life. Even though he was calm, Cecil would stand up for his family. For anyone who was being hurt or threatened.

Despite the wealth and the fame, Cecil was not fazed by the glitz and the glamour. He wanted to be average wherever he went. He smiled for paparazzi pictures, and asked them how their day was. Since he was known as an average person, he worked hard to keep it that way. Even when he began dating, he would treat his fame as an extra part of him, never wanting to forget that every person was a person. They had feelings too.

In his junior year of high school, Cecil saw that there was an army recruitment. Since he had no drive or knew where he wanted to go in life, Cecil saw it as a golden opportunity. He enlisted at 18, and was deported for two years at 19.

What happened there would change his life for forever. He suffered trauma to his brain, which caused Cecil to go blind. He was then discharged from the army, and sent back to America. The reward was not satisfying; the average boy was gone, and replaced with an angry man.

He went to therapy for learning how to live differently. He started recording his voice to his computer to write a document about how his day was going. He soon started making a comedy podcast about his new disability. It was a great coping mechanism. Cecil started getting known for this, and was asked to do stand up.

Cecil decided to go to school instead, and do Radio Communications as his major. He had just started this past January as a freshman, and wants to pursue a new path, with a new attitude. He still has all this anger inside him, and with severe PTSD, it doesn’t help.

But he’s learning how to live again.

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Cecil dressed fairly neutrally. No bright colors, nothing flashy. He wears sunglasses, just because it means no one can look at his eyes and stare. Mako, his service dog, is always by his side. His hair is growing back to it’s normal length, which is medium length. He has no tattoos or piercings.

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