#sk.

WOOLF.

name + age: up to player gender + pronouns: up to player year + major: fourth, up to player faceclaim: natasha liu bordizzo, gizele oliveira, samantha logan status: open

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if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people.

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aesthetic:

the taste of iron on bloodied lips. fur coats. smiles half-fuzzy and half-faked. admiration clouded with jealousy. fervid and messy kisses. wondering where do you belong ? uncertainty. a buzz of alcohol in the blood and brain. scuffed patent leather shoes. money to throw around. scripts highlighted and scribbled on. the comforts of human touch.

connections:

bronte

you love bronte. actually, you loved bronte, you really did. they were special and they made your heart beat a little faster any time they were around. but a part of them was exhausting. they compared themself to you, to everyone else around, and you couldn’t do it anymore. you broke it off. you said you would still be friends, and for what it’s worth, you have put effort into it. you include them in plans with mutual friends, you invite them to parties. they never come. it stings, but maybe they just don’t want to be friends.

eliot

eliot is crass and crude and everything you’ve never wanted to be. you joked once that they were raised by wolves, but hell – maybe they were. they’re angry and lost, at least that’s what you believe, and they can never let you get a word out without stating the contrary. it’s nothing short of exhausting. you’ve hoped they’d let it go after every winter break, after every summer vacation, but they never have. you won’t give in though, you won’t sink to their level to see them get a taste of their own medicine.

sexton

meet the benevolent

A sheltered boy with loving parents. He wakes to the four walls of his home, but his head is out in the skies or over the great seas, the thoughts of a dreamer. A notebook hidden underneath a pillow, just within reach for when he needs to escape his parents sometimes.

All your life, you have been watched by your mother and father who claim they only want what's best for you. Some say you've got no spine with how you seem to just agree with whatever plan they lay out for you, and maybe they're right. But maybe it's also because you've never been one to make decisions for yourself, and at this point, you're not quite certain you would even know how. It didn't help that you've always been a person of very few words. People have never really listened to you, so you believe that nobody ever would.

c o n n e c t i o n s

DUTIFUL - She helped you out, once before, when your head was in your hands because of a certain topic that was making you frustrated. It started with one conversation, and you offered to buy her coffee as a thank you. She’s definitely the first friend you made in Astor.

PRISTINE - She’s always been a subject of interest to you, even when you were in your teens. Although, your schoolboy crush may have something to do with that. Surely, no one could be that perfect?

The Benevolent is a POC (Latinx)

meet the despondent: andrew rose

A twenty-year-old wristwatch and a half-eaten cinnamon bun. Dazzling eyes that curtain a heavy heart. Shoes gone worn out and muddy from his early morning runs. A grandparents’ boy. Thirteen years are still not enough to erase the bitter taste in his mouth when he hears his father’s name.

It’s hard, being around such loving and forgiving people, and not being able to get rid of the dark feeling that heavies your heart. It was a long time ago, sure, but the memories of what happened still remains. It’s shaped you as a person, you think. What was once a jovial and optimistic boy is no longer, and in his place is you. You’ve always put up a strong front, especially for your mother, which is why you couldn’t help the guilt when you felt relieved to finally leave your hometown. No one could blame you, though. You’ve been drowning for far too long.

c o n n e c t i o n s

CASANOVA - The first roommate. It’ll always be a funny story to you how you became friends. It definitely wasn’t friendship at first sight– you hated having to share his room with his current conquests and you didn’t keep it a secret. Maybe it was the fact that when it all goes dark, and you can’t sleep, he’s the only one you can actually talk to.

PRISTINE - The ex-something. You’ve fallen for her charm more than once, and you’ll never admit it to anyone, but you’ve always been fascinated with her. You don’t want to start anything with her again, especially since you know your relationship, or whatever it was, was going nowhere.

Play-by: Reece King