avec: Caleb McKinnon ()
Les gens au stand de l'échelle de Jacob (,, )
Le regard d'Indiana glissa sur chaque stand qu'ils passèrent, les rejetant mentalement un par un. Ça m'ennuie, ça m'ennuie, ça m'ennuie. Ses lèvres s'arrachèrent dans un petit sourire comme Caleb l'interrogea sur son été. En vérité, c'était beaucoup plus amusant qu'il n'aurait dû l'être. Au lieu de se préparer pour sa première fois à l'école publique, elle était allée à la fête après la fête avec Will. Les six semaines (?) a été un flou d'alcool et de mauvais choix. Elle ne se souvenait pas beaucoup, mais il y avait une nuit qui était peu probable qu'elle puisse oublier.
 "C'était génial. Nous n'avons pas vraiment fait quelque chose de trop fou, cependant." C'était un mensonge, mais Indie a décidé de jouer cool. "Will et moi sommes allés à Clover Lake un soir, un soir, à minuit, et c'était... amusant." Son visage adoucit un moment à la mémoire; il avait été l'une des meilleures nuits de sa vie - l'hypothermie et tout. Elle a rapidement remplacé les conneries sentimentales par un sourire moqueur, cependant, en prenant un brin de ses cheveux et en courant ses doigts à travers elle quelques fois.
 "Tu devrais essayer un peu de temps - tu as besoin de l'amusement." Poking Caleb dans les côtes, a-t-elle ajouté. "Et comment était le tien? Je parie que c'était ennuyeux sans moi là-bas." Son regard laissa son visage pour examiner une fois de plus leurs environs, s'arrêtant pour se reposer à la stalle de l'échelle de Jacobs. Après avoir attendu sa réponse, elle jeta un clin d'œil à Caleb avant de s'approcher de la stalle, les bras pliés et les sourcils levés. Ses yeux portaient dans la fille aux cheveux rouges qui se préparait à l'essayer. Elle avait l'air déterminée, pour le moins, mais le sourire était plâtré sur son visage comme de la peinture - il était là pour le moment, mais à peu près n'importe quoi pouvait le gratter.
"Je laisserai ces amateurs d'abord." Elle a annoncé qu'elle avait l'air très ennuyeuse. Elle a ensuite abaissé sa voix assez basse pour que Caleb ne l'entende. "Je suis presque sûr d'être le détenteur du record du monde pour cette merde. J'ai concouru à Dubaï." Elle l'a dit avec une telle sincérité qu'on pouvait presque la croire si ce n'était pas si ridicule.
Mazdak Dresden

  

I’m pretty sure the fact it hurt made it funnier.

I Laugh At My Own Jokes
|| NAME ||
Mazdak ‘Maz’ Dresden 
|| GENDER ||
 Male 
|| AGE ||
 15 
|| GRADE ||
Ninth
|| SEXUALITY ||
 Unsure and planning on keeping it that way. 
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
 Single and staying that way.
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
Maz has yet to come into his full height and stands only at around five and half feet tall. He normally doesn’t do his hair these days as his baby blue helmet would mess it up on the way to most places. His helmet often hangs from his tan messenger bag that he takes where ever he goes. For the most part he likes to dress in brighter colors and really only dresses in black when forced to. The majority of his clothing is t-shirts, jeans and whatever the teen finds comfortable. 

Are You Serious, Bro?
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
Loud. Sarcastic. Self-Deprecating. Irreverent. Quick Witted. 
|| PERSONALITY ||
Maz is always the first person to laugh at his own jokes and really doesn’t care if anyone else thinks he’s funny. He’ll make jokes at pretty much anyone’s expense be it someone else or his own. Even if it’s something hurtful he can’t seem to stop himself from opening his mouth. That said, he’s quick to apologize if he hurts someone’s feelings and is generally just looking to have a good time. This is true even when he should really be taking things seriously, which he probably won’t do. 
|| QUIRKS ||
● Will sit on anything.
● Carries pumpkin seeds in his pockets.
● Talks to himself, a lot.
● Climbs all over everything.

|| HOBBIES ||
● Playing Video Games
● Picking Locks
● Watching Movies
● Reading Books/Comics
● Listening to Music
|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||
+ High Places
+ Video Games
+ His Privacy
+ Pumpkin Seeds
+ His Scooter
- Nosey People
- Boredom
– Being Abandoned
– The Cold


 Moped Hype
|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
Father – Alexander Dresden- Deceased/Locksmith
Mother – Nasrin Avesta - Lawyer
|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||
He lives in a very nice house with way too many rooms, five, for just two people. The home has been tastefully decorated by his mother, excluding his room which has been transplanted from his old home. Technically he owns his father’s old home in a less nice part of town. This house is much smaller, but actually looks lived in. Maz still spends time there now and than. 
|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
Does a Blue Vespa GTS 300 Super ABS count? If not he has his father’s 87 Buick Grand National and a license, but his mother won’t let him drive it. 

 2/10 Would Not Live Again
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
 Nasrin didn’t want to be a mother. Her romance with Alexander had been a whirlwind of passion, but she had some serious doubts after she got pregnant. She tried to stick it out, though. The couple got married and did their best to raise Maz, or at least Alexander did. Once the boy turned two years old Nasrin was positive that she had enough. The couple still loved each other, but Nasrin wanted to give the boy up. Alexander refused, even though he wasn’t too sure about how to be a good father, and would not put the boy up for adoption. They got divorced, with Alexander getting the boy and child support, and went off to live separate lives in the city of Arrowsmith.
Alexander was right about not knowing how to be a great father, but he gave it his all. For the next decade his son grew into someone he would happily call his best friend. Maz was a bit too independent from an early age and often took in equal share of the responsibilities around their home. This was why he got an instruction permit at 14 and a restricted minor’s permit after that. It was so that he could pick up groceries and even drive himself to school if his father happened to be hungover. It wasn’t a constant thing, but Alexander was happy to have the option. Life was good, even after Maz found out that Alexander and Nasrin where seeing each other again. Alexander had a policy of being as open with his son as possible so he never hid the reason for his divorce from his son. However, before the pair could seriously discuss getting married again Alexander dropped dead one day at work from a stroke. It had been a freak occurrence, but a lethal one nonetheless. The man had left everything to Maz with Nasrin as the executor of his will and once more mother to her son. 
|| THEME SONG ||
 Gotta Knock a Little Harder - Seatbelts
 Always keepin' safe inside
Where no one ever had a chance
To penetrate a break in
Let me tell you some have tried
But I would slam the door so tight
That they could never get in 
|| OTHER ||
The moped was a gift from his mother to pacify him after she made it clear that she would not allow him to drive until he was eligible for a proper license.