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NAME: Beth

AGE: 28

TIMEZONE: Eastern

PRONOUNS: she/her

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NAME: Bree Madison Brown

AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 18, June 24th

HOMETOWN: Raleigh, North Carolina

SCHOOL YEAR: sophomore

MAJOR(S)/MINOR(S): major in Business, minor in Dance

CLUBS/SPORTS: cheerleading, social sorority, future lawyers of America

BACKSTORY: Bree Madison Brown was born the only child of two well known names in Raleigh – her father being the mayor of the town and her mother a successful lawyer. As such, she grew up surrounded by a rotating cast of nannies and caretakers, although her parents worked hard to give her everything she could have possibly needed. Or wanted, as the case may be, especially as she began to grow older and realized there may have been certain advantages to her situation. More than there were disadvantages, certainly. She was spoiled, plain and simple. Even if others called it what it was before then, Bree didn’t fully realize what it meant until she was in high school. Watching her peers around her get meaningless part-time jobs full of greasy food or (god forbid) physical labor, she simply relied on her parents and their all too eager willingness to substitute the time that they weren’t spending with her with cash.

Even so, growing up with two successful and powerful role models left certain impressions on Bree. Some of her earliest memories involved sitting on the floor of her mother’s study, listening to some monologue that she didn’t quite understand that was going to be used in her upcoming court case opening statements. It wasn’t the words that stuck with her, but the emotion behind it. The emphasis, the feeling that her mother was absolutely correct in her convictions. Passion, in its purest form. Soon enough Bree found herself acting out the same thing with her stuffed animals, pointing at one while she jabbered on about some sort of meaningless nonsense, the inflection in her voice scarily similar to her mother’s that seemed ingrained in her head.

That same drive, the competitiveness, and the eagerness to prove herself right led to a ruthless ambition in high school. Bree wasn’t afraid to step on anyone or push them out of her way on her goal to the top, head cheerleader a given by the time she was a senior. Popular? Sure. Well-liked? It depended on who you asked. She had quite the reputation, whether it was about her careless and driven attitude, or the nights she spent out (or more accurately, in) with what seemed like a different guy every week. She was bored easily, and commitment was something that had never appealed to her. Why settle for just one when you could have whatever you wanted? The absence of her parents made it all too easy to throw parties that were thought to be only rumors in the high school circuit, narrowly avoiding calls to the cops more often than not. And even if they did come around, with her father as the mayor there wasn’t much she couldn’t get away with. A sentiment that would continue to stick with her.

But there was a side of her that most didn’t know, even if cheerleading sometimes required dance routines and coordination in their quest for a national championship. Bree found herself staying up late most nights in the dance studio her father had built for her in middle school, her favorite place in the entire world even to this day. There was something freeing about letting herself go, the music moving her in ways that nothing else could even come close to. And she was damn good at it, that was for sure. She toyed with the idea of majoring in dance before realizing it would have left her with little options in the way of a career, instead choosing to follow in the footsteps of her mother – the goal to obtain law school admission by the time senior year rolled around. And sure, Mrs. Brown may have used some of her connections to get Bree in, but she was determined to do this herself. The way that she wanted.

Freshman year flew by in a series of parties that never seemed to end, only emphasized even more when she pledged a sorority and met people more similar to her than she ever had before. At first it was exciting, feeling like it really was a sisterhood that would be there for her no matter what. But then Bree found herself falling back into old habits, reinforced by other girls who did the same thing and demanded that she stick to her place at the bottom of the totem pole. For now. Sophomore year meant she would at least have some experience behind her, some leverage to maintain her climb forward, to the top. And while she’s used to being independent, not having to rely on anyone else for anything, sometimes she wonders just what she missed out on for all these years by not letting anyone in to know the real, entirely authentic, Bree Brown.

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name: B/Bobby

age: 29

timezone: GMT+ 10

pronouns: Him and he

triggers: rfp

past blogs: rfp

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name: Joe Hart

age & date of birth: 20

hometown: Crystal River, Florida.

schoolyear: second year

major(s)/minor(s): major inTheology, minor in music

clubs/sports: frisbee club

backstory:

Joe was a friendly enough guy, a bit of a flirt. Full of teasing eyes and a happy wink. You could find him playing frisbee on the lawn or discussing philosophy that bordered on arguments with people.  Most people thought he was a hippy and…well, he wasn’t technically wrong. You’d still find him with a cross hanging around his neck- which most people assumed meant he was catholic but..well, the real answer as weirder right?

Joe hart was raised in what the US government would be considered a cult. While it was never raid or called as such…anyone who heard Joe Hart talk about it certainly seemed to get that picture. While Joe himself simply thought it was how life was, barefoot and living off organic food you grew yourself with more family, parents and partners you could handle. A place of open affectionate and love. No labels, no need to worry about who to fall in love with or what gender they were.  After all, they were taught that God was love in all manner of ways. Or at least, there version of God.  It wasn’t till he found himself aching to see what the live outside those safe loving walls of the community farm he lived on was like at eighteen that he really understood the scoop of what he’d missed growing up.

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name: jess

age: 27

timezone: mst

pronouns: anything respectful

triggers: rfp

past blogs: rfp

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name: brody weston

age & date of birth: 19 august 2nd

hometown: tacoma, washington

schoolyear: sophomore

major(s)/minor(s): occupational therapy; kinesiology

clubs/sports: habitat for humanity; student government; boxing; track and field (outdoor)

backstory:

Typically when someone sees Brody Weston, they thing damn, does that boy have it made. He’s gorgeous, he’s charming, he’s gonna get by in life just fine, and sure, he is all of those things. Yet, Brody really has always wanted to be more. No, he’s not looking to become something big or flashy, he knows that’s not really the life for him, but he has always wanted to be more than a pretty face. So, while no, he’s not always had the best grades, he’s worked hard and getting that college acceptance letter had to be one of the best days of his life.

Coming from a family of two children and one single mom, things have always been a little rough. He’s helped out when he could, tried to be a bright light in his mother’s very stressful days, though she never made him feel like he had to. His father left when he was just thirteen and in middle school, the man’s affair finally coming out into the open. Brody still remembers being woken up and going to the top of the staircase, hearing his mother yell at the man to never come back. Those were the types of things you didn’t forget. That night he watched a man he had once idolized turn into something of a monster in his family and for a while, he wondered how he was going to balance spending time with both his mom and dad. Yet, that wasn’t much of an issue since once he had left, his dad just never came back, not for him, not for his then eight year old sister, nothing. There was only his mother, though as Brody got older he realized they didn’t really need anyone else.

In high school, puberty was kind to him, giving him a charming smile and a body to catch eyes, though he hadn’t really thought much about it. He turned into an athletic boy, something he welcomed a little more when he learned there was a chance for scholarships when it came to sports. Scholarships meant less stress on his mother to actually help pay for college and if there was anything that could give the woman less stress, he was in. Sadly, he never did become good enough to get a sports scholarship. However, there was something he was good at, and that was sharing his story. So, that was how a young Brody Weston, good looking and kind, managed to get admitted into college and be awarded a decent enough scholarship to boot. Loans still had to be taken out and he still needs to work on the evenings and weekends, but it’s worth it if it means making something of himself and giving back to the people who mean everything to him - his family.

Sometimes coming off as cocky, Brody does have a good soul deep down and he genuinely wants to help. It’s just that at times that gets buried in his sarcastic attitude and inability to really reign in his own annoyance. Though not the sharpest tool in the box, he does try and that at least gets him past the threshold. An academic scholar he is not, but he gives it a lot of effort and he’s passing so, it’s a win in his book. While at Ginsburg, he’s going his best to be a part of campus life while still maintaining his grades and trying not to forget his reason for being there - which isn’t always easy to be honest. But as usual, he’s trying.

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name: Lu

age: 24

timezone: PST

pronouns: They/Them

triggers: rfp

past blogs: rfp

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name: Marley Rose

age & date of birth: 21, December 13th, 1998

hometown: Chicago, IL

schoolyear: Sophmore

major(s)/minor(s): Education/ASL

clubs/sports: Glee, Community Theatre, Peer Tutoring

backstory:

Born December 13th, 1998, in Chicago, IL to Millie and Jason Rose, Marley always thrived. Millie owned a cafe downtown and Jason was a police officer. When she was three she was gifted something she’d been asking for for a long time, a little brother. If they didn’t look so different, Marley would have a hard time even remembering he was adopted, and even then, sometimes it still slipped her mind.

One night when she was eight two police officers knocked at their door, she even knew them, but even at her young age, she knew from the look on their faces something was wrong. Jason had been killed in duty. This had affected her in ways her mother hadn’t known how to handle. Marley refused to speak for almost a month. One morning Millie was awoken by a sound she hadn’t heard in a long time, Marley was singing in her room. Marley herself hadn’t noticed it, she was only playing with her Legos, thinking about her dad when one of his favourite songs came on, Piano Man, by Billy Joel, and she just started singing along. Millie stood quietly in the doorway watching her daughter in awe and when Marley turned and saw her mom standing there she blushed and stopped. But she had finally found her voice once more.

Maybe it was due to having a little brother she loved to teach, but by the time she was fourteen, Marley was certain that she was going to be a teacher. She was going to do anything possible to get that. Marley kept her grades up and graduated at the top of her class and had her pick of universities the United States. Eventually she chose Ginsburg University! Marley chose to have a gap year, just to give her a chance to get to know herself a little more. Eventually she befriended Erik, a deaf baker at her favourite bakery and she gained a special interest in education for those who had hearing difficulties, hence why she switched her minor from music to ASL.

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name: Alex

age: 28

timezone: MST

pronouns: She/Her

triggers: rfp

past blogs: rfp

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name: Sebastian Smythe

age & date of birth: 19, February 14th.

schoolyear: Sophomore

hometown: New York, New York

major(s)/minor(s): Philosophy with intentions to move on to law school.

backstory:

To say that Sebastian led an extravagant life would be an understatement because he wasn’t just treated like he was special. He was special. His family was rich, his mother a doctor and his father the CEO of whatever the company was that provided him with the funds to keep on living life the way he did. He received the best private education New York City and Paris, France could offer and surrounded himself with who he considered to be the best and most interesting people. His life was constantly an adventure, and he liked it that way. Anything else left him bored all too easily.

During high school, Sebastian had been captain of the lacrosse team and maintained perfect grades without needing to waste his time studying. He never understood why people struggled in school considering most of it was common sense or something anyone could easily BS through to get an A. He didn’t have a boyfriend, but only because dating wasn’t for him. Why tie himself down to one guy when sleeping around was more fun and half the work? His parents had money, so he drove the nicest cars and always wore the best clothes without having to work for a cent of it. Sebastian’s life was perfect and he didn’t see that changing anytime soon.

Many people have called Sebastian cocky, but that’s all a part of his charm. Or at least, that’s what he’s always said. None of it really matters considering he lived a life as luxurious as the one he had been born into. But despite this, there was one thing he craved that no one seemed to be able to provide - unconditional love. Sebastian’s family was great, but they worked hard and they were always busy and it was rare that they got to spend any time together. That was something he quickly got over, though. He got plenty of attention and affection from the various men he spent his nights with, and between that and the trust fund he was promised the day he got his law degree, he figured that unconditional love was vastly overrated. He was more than happy to fill that void with sex, alcohol, and everything money could buy.

Unfortunately for Sebastian, a degree in philosophy and acceptance into law school isn’t something money can so easily buy for him. While he’s no stranger to being on his own and away from home, actually having to work for something is a completely foreign concept to him. It only took half a semester to realize that he wouldn’t be able to sail his way through classes the way he had in high school. He nearly got himself on academic probation his freshman year, and if it weren’t for that trust fund on the line, he would have dropped out and figured out something, anything, else. In high school, everything had come so easily to him, even grades, so he never really had to try to graduate near the top of his class. Philosophy doesn’t come to him as easily as high school English or World History, where everything felt like common sense, and he’s still trying to figure out how to juggle his reading, homework, studying, along with all the men he’s sharing a bed with every other night. The fact that some people did this while having to work to pay rent or tuition never even crossed his mind.

Now that he’s a sophomore, Sebastian has gotten better at keeping his grades mostly where they need to be to eventually be considered for law school. When he has to choose between a fun night out and studying for his test the next day, Sebastian typically doesn’t spend much time with his nose in a book, and while he knows this could affect that future trust fund of his, for the time being, he’s more concerned with all of this schoolwork turning his gorgeous head of hair prematurely grey.

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Name: Herman

Age: 20

Timezone: Arizona Time

Pronouns: he/him/his

Triggers: rfp

past blogs: rfp

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Name: Alistair Moody (FC: Booboo Stewart)

age & date of birth: 20 - December 1st

hometown: Honolulu, Hawaii

Schoolyear: Sophomore

major(s)/minor(s): Sustainable Resource Management & Biology

clubs/sports: N/A

Backstory:

Alistair was born and raised as an only child of a military family. This meant two things for him growing up. 1. He didn’t have a lot of interaction with other kids. And 2. He always had all of the attention and support from his parents to dive into whatever his heart desired. His first love was music. No matter where his dad’s job ended up moving them, Ali was always content pounding away at his piano or strumming his ukulele. He kinda started to feed off of being the weird outcast wherever he lived, just going with the flow and minding his business. That was up until he met his second love, nature. When Alistair was eleven his family got orders to the marine base located in Honolulu, Hawaii. He became obsessively enamored with how different the culture was from the mainland states and how beautiful the water and forests were. Desperate to learn more about his new obsession, Alistair started to get out of his shell. He joined boy scouts, started making friends with his more nerdy classmates, and even started writing songs about the new world he was inspired by. The once obtuse and brooding outsider felt more connected to the things around him than ever. His parents saw this shift and it was one of the influences for his dad to retire from the military and settle his family down in Honolulu. Through high school, Ali became incredibly interested in the science of preserving nature and even the politics of it. This passion lead to multiple award-winning science projects, a diet change to veganism, and a full-ride scholarship to a revamped Sustainable Resource Management program at Ginsburg University. Since arriving at Ginsburg, Alistair has slipped back into the loner he once was. He’s armed with his new love for sustainability, knack for silly wordplay, and general mystique….but a loner all the same. Maybe sophomore year will change that?

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name: j

age: 26

timezone: est

pronouns: she/her

triggers: rfp

past blogs: rfp

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name: Harmony Angela Pearce

age & date of birth: 21. July 24.

hometown: Bloomington, Minnesota

schoolyear: Junior

major(s)/minor(s): Majoring in Musical Theatre

clubs/sports: LGBTQ+ Club, Glee Club, Drama club.

backstory:

Harmony was destined for greatness, literally. She landed her first acting gig while still in the womb. Her ultrasound was used on an episode of Murder, She Wrote and that’s how she got her middle name. When she was old enough she ended up becoming the Gerber baby for a year and her parents just knew their daughter was meant to be a star. As she got older they enrolled her in dance and acting classes. Harmony took her craft very seriously and then when she was about six her parents asked her if this was really something she wanted to do. Harmony insisted it was and every couple of years her parents would ask the same question. Not wanting to feel like they forced Harmony into this life, even though technically they did.

Harmony wasn’t exactly popular but she wasn’t exactly a loser either. She was in the middle ground growing up. Some people on the bottom of the food chain talked to her, some at the top talked to her. It just depended. They all had one thing in common though. They were intimidated by her and knew better than to get in her way. It always showed whenever the school play or musical came around. Harmony always got the role she wanted and people soon learned not to go against her. A few tried but they were crushed severely by the girls’ talent.

On top of all of that Harmony never really dated. She didn’t have time for dating. Making the best grades and making sure her portfolio looked exceptional was always the goal. She would start dating once she landed her first role on Broadway, maybe. This was one place in her life Harmony lacked in. While all her friends are were going on dates and getting ready for prom, Harmony was prepping what song she’d sing at the next competition or what monologue she’d recite for her next audition. On top of school plays she was also very active in her community theatre.

When time came to apply for colleges, Harmony applied to all the best schools for musical theatre. Somehow though she ended up picking Ginsburg. It wasn’t an awful college and had a fantastic program but she didn’t have to pick it. She got accepted into every school she applied to. She could’ve gone to New York but she didn’t. She got nervous. What if she was only super talented in Minnesota? What if she got trampled over the way she did to her classmates? Harmony couldn’t handle it so she decided to play it safe. She figured if she could still hold on to who she was in high school and become even more talent wise at Ginsburg, then she could definitely take on New York after graduation.

Harmony has been enjoying her time at Ginsburg. She’s learned a lot about herself the last couple of years. She had her first relationship her freshman year and it was with a girl. Something Harmony never expected to happen. They lasted all through her freshman year. When summer came her girlfriend went home but Harmony stayed to take summer classes. The relationship soon began to falter and Harmony found herself single again only this time her heart was broken. It was her first real heartbreak and Harmony threw herself back into her work and career. Ever since Harmony has gone on dates here and there with both women and men, though she leans more towards women, but nothing ever serious ever happens. She doesn’t allow herself to get too close to anyone. Her true love is theatre and she’s vowed to never let anyone get in the way of that again.

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name: Nes

age: 24

timezone: GMT

pronouns: She/Her

triggers: rfp

past blogs: rfp

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name: Jeffrey James Sterling

age & date of birth: 20, November 20th 1999

hometown: Denver, Colorado

schoolyear: Sophomore

major(s)/minor(s):  Cinematography and Film/Video Production (Major) Photography (Minor)

clubs/sports: Photography Club, Volleyball Team

backstory:

Jeff was born to two 19 year old highschool sweethearts who had a pretty fun Valentine’s Day but had no idea what being parents would actually entail. Still, with a kid on the way, they pushed through and managed to build a family out of an accident that wasn’t supposed to happen. They were young, in love, but the promises of forever didn’t exactly include a little blond bundle of joy at that point. It came with compromise and a little help from Jeff’s grandparents.

As a kid, Jeff’s energy could be matched to the necessary amount to power an NFL stadium on game night, and even with young parents, it seemed like no one could keep up with him. At one point, he was taken to the doctor, his parents suspecting ADHD, but it was quickly dismissed as a regular kid who had an extra bit energy and young parents who were too tired from work to actually help him diffuse it. His mother managed to finish beauty school soon after he was born and open a salon of her own, and his dad working at his grandpa’s car dealership helped them settle as a family, but it didn’t help Jeff’s development.

He was put in a plethora of after school activities, the little league, soccer, volleyball, dance, in hopes of being enough of an outlet for his energy, to keep him entertained outside the house, but nothing really caught on, other that volleyball when he hit his growth spur. Jeff knew his parents meant well, but dealing with a child that never ran out of batteries was tough, specially when they were also trying to make a life for themselves, and soon enough they started to let Jeff know exactly what they thought about it: “You need to calm down” “Shut up, Jeffrey” “Could you be quiet for a goddamn second?” “Mommy is tired, just go play outside”. It all landed as well as one expects when a kid hits the teen angst years. Jeff became quieter, tried to school his blabber mouth around his family, let the insecurities his parents didn’t know they created take over his development years. He found a ‘quiet’ and ‘calm’ hobby when his father placed his old Nikon N90’s in his hands. Photography was the one thing that calmed Jeff down, that made him stop and focus on a single thing at the time, and soon enough he was obsessed with camera angles, exposure, lighting, and that rabbit hole led him to cinematography and film.

The dam on his personality eventually bled through into Jeff’s sexuality. He knew he was different, as soon as he started to notice that he didn’t give attention to girls as much as the other kids did. He liked to look at them, found them attractive, but so was that guy whose face was splatter with freckles, who sat two rows behind Jeff in English back in 8th grade. He always knew that anyone could catch his eye, and that might get him into more trouble than he would rather be in, so Jeff did the same thing he did to his energy. Balled it all up and let his energy out in a volleyball practice. That’s how Jeff got into his 20′s as a virgin, only going as far as drunkenly making out with someone at a party. Like he didn’t want to bring much attention to himself, in fear of being disliked, Jeff never really felt the need to explore something that might end up bringing him too much attention. Yeah, he could have dated girls, but eventually he just made himself not give it too much thought, and at a point, he just didn’t care about it, either.

Jeff knows his parents love him dearly, even if they were too young and inexperienced to raise a child mostly on their own, but there’s some resentment there now that Jeff has two younger siblings, 5 year old Emma and 2 year old Drew. They are the most important people in Jeff’s life, and he’d do anything for them, but he knows his parents favour them, now that they have matured and know how to deal with kids, but Jeff can’t help like his needs were slightly neglected growing up.

Now that he’s in college, he’s trying to let go of the censorship he imposed on himself, but sometimes it’s still hard and Jeff feels self-conscious about the way he acts in public. Thankfully, he has now found himself surrounded by people who accept him just the way he is, the loud-mouthed blond who always seems to have an opinion about anything and everything, who doesn’t particularly like attention but always catches everyone else’s.