Damian Luv
Cour - Gymnasium
Le jeune homme s'était jeté dans la cour pour son après-midi hors de l'école, lisant un livre qu'Isabella et Steven lui avaient recommandé de lire dans son temps libre alors qu'il n'était pas avec Jack câlin, parler ou simplement sortir regarder un film. Le vent s'est légèrement redressé, renversant la page de son roman avant qu'il n'ait fini et soufflant de longs coups noirs dans son visage d'où ils avaient été installés sur les bords de sa vision pendant qu'il lisait pour l'après-midi. Il semblait qu'il y aurait bientôt une tempête; Damian espérait qu'à ce moment-là, ils étaient de retour dans leur chambre et se détendaient avant la vraie pluie. Aucun d'entre eux n'avait leur propre chambre donc ils ont rarement pu passer la nuit ensemble sans que leur compagnon de chambre respectif soit là et les empêcher d'être vraiment capables de câliner ou de baiser.
Alors qu'il glissa son signet entre les pages, son téléphone vibrait et déclencha sa sonnerie, le début d'une de ses chansons préférées, et il sortit l'appareil de sa poche pour voir une notification de message flotter sur son écran de verrouillage. C'était un message de son match, le célèbre chaud, Jack Thomas. Parfois, Damian s'est demandé comment il avait jamais été jumelé avec le seul gars sur le campus que même les filles ont fauché sur, beaucoup de femmes ne sachant pas qu'il était encore gay, puisque Jack ne l'avait pas vraiment montré avant à l'un de ses matchs. Jack a fait plusieurs sports tout au long de l'année, contrairement à Damian qui a passé son temps dans des clubs plutôt féminins comme les arrangements floraux et le design de mode, mais il ne lui semblait pas que Jack se souciait de sa douceur de fille.
J'arrive bientôt.
Jack a souvent fini au gymnase quand il était contrarié ou avait trop réfléchi récemment, bien qu'il n'ait jamais demandé à Damian de venir le voir à ces moments-là. Le mâle se tenait et enfilait le livre dans sa cartable avant de l'épauler et de s'en aller à la salle de gym. Il avait porté aujourd'hui une paire de jeans noirs lâches, avec un t-shirt blanc et un pull noir au-dessus de son corps pâle et lanky. Son col était enveloppé autour de son cou comme toujours, installé sur son tatouage et caché sous les cheveux qui tournaient autour de la nuque comme toujours. Il marchait avec soin et de longs pas, son dos était légèrement dans la crainte de ce que Jack lui avait demandé de venir, bien qu'il n'ait jamais intentionnellement éviter ou ignorer son match - Jack était peut-être le mâle le plus merveilleux qu'il avait rencontré depuis très longtemps, agressif, mais encore il a essayé.
Arrivé à la salle de gym Damian est entré avec ses baskets sur immobile et a délibérément marché jusqu'à ce que son petit ami battait sur un vieux sac de frappe usé de l'entrepôt. "Quoi de neuf? Est-ce que ça va?" Damian s'arrêta pas trop loin, ses mains fourmillèrent dans ses poches alors que ses yeux et sa voix racontaient son inquiétude pour le mâle devant lui, son inquiétude et sa peur que quelque chose allait très, très mal entre eux.



En dehors du dortoir du Croissant
La jeune femme a failli tomber en arrondissant le coin, venant au sommet où elle a vu un jeune homme tenant le chat blanc dans ses bras; Virgil avait du mal à s'échapper quand elle s'est arrêtée pas trop loin, mais s'est tournée pour la regarder avec défiance. "Vraiment Virgil?" Elle regarda le chat avec une main plantée sur sa hanche avant de lever le regard et regarda le mâle qui tenait son chat dans ses bras. Il était ténébreux, grand et beau, bien que la jeune femme bien élevée n'admette jamais une telle chose à haute voix. Ses cheveux étaient désordonnés et enchevêtrés à nouveau, ses franges tombant dans ses yeux avec d'autres plus longs brins mélangés à eux, bien qu'elle n'ait pas l'air embarrassée ou timide pour la façon dont elle était apparue devant le mâle. Elle devait retourner à l'intérieur pour ramener son chat et aller chercher ses affaires, car elle vivait seule dans la chambre et n'avait pas de compagnon de chambre avec des cours plus tard pour amener son chat pour elle.
"Il m'en veut parce qu'il a été poussé du lit hier soir." 
La jeune femme tendit les mains au garçon, et ne le regarda pas vraiment en attendant que le chat soit mis dans ses bras par le mâle qui tenait le tom-cat manifestement ennuyé. Sa fourrure blanche contraste avec les cheveux foncés et la robe noire d'Isabella, sa peau d'albâtre pâle qui correspond presque à la neige étoilée des cheveux qui s'accrochent aux vêtements des garçons. "Puis-je avoir mon chat?" La jeune femme a demandé à l'étranger de ne pas s'arrêter pour des salutations ou des plaisanteries car elle allait déjà être en retard si elle ne retournait pas chercher ses affaires. Elle devait réparer ses cheveux et enlever tous les poils de chat de sa robe avant d'aller à ses cours ce matin, sans compter qu'elle allait à une lecture de poésie ce soir et avait besoin du temps supplémentaire pour travailler sur ses poèmes et les devoirs qu'elle allait devoir finir avant elle ce soir. Il y avait beaucoup à faire pour la goth girl ce soir, bien qu'elle puisse trouver un autre moment pour travailler sur une partie de cela.
Isabella Stern

Be it thy nature, or nurture, ones own choice, or the wrong path taken; one will find themself face to face with death.
Age
18
Sex/Gender Identity
Female
Sexual/Romantic Preference
Heterosexual/Demi-romantic
School Year
Collage 1st year
Pro/Anti/Neutral Match



Likes
Poetry
Warm beverages
Cats
Black
Novels
Dislikes
Loud noises
Surprises
Disruptions
Hobbies
Novelist & Poet
Isabella spends a great deal of her free time writing both novels and poetry, often dedicating hours to editing her stories and going to various poetry readings
Fears
Above all else, Isabella fears being rejected by the ones she loves most and being unnoticed by the objects of her affection. She is careful to avoid such contact and people she would easily get along with simply for this reason, though she is afraid to remain alone just as much as she fears rejection.



Personality
At her base, Isabella is a quiet girl who enjoys the company of few but resents that of many. She is calm and level headed, rational and yet at times her judgement is clouded by her feelings like any other. She craves companion ship, but often pushes others away without a second thought to preserve her own state of being for she has seen many a girl ruined by love. She is selfless when it comes to helping those she does not have a personal connection with though when she becomes attached to someone she becomes incredibly selfish though that selfishness is masked by a selfless wish for them to be happy. A compassionate and poetic individual she may almost always speak in phrases that resemble a poem of sorts, and hold that which she refuses to speak for herself.
Biography
A child runs, plays in the sand,
Dances and twirls as new moon spans
But hence we must give sweet goodbye
To the innocent child that we once were.
Sadness and doubt could her eyes,
Fear and love pine her mind
Looking for sweetness in a world of dread
As victims pile on her mans hands.
Love and betrayal go hand in hand
For once we were young,
Without knowledge of danger
With love and kindness we all seek,
Before life turned grey and we died inside.
Hands touch where they should not,
Rough and calloused;
Ropes that bind,
Tie and scar, we cannot hide
From our grave mistakes.
We trusted,
Loved and spoke together;
Shared and played;
We thought we were safe.
When he came for us
It was our mistake,
For trusting and loving
Beyond their faith.
We were young once,
When we tempted fate,
Love and lost
For our mistake.



Extras
Bate of Birth
December 29th, 20XX
Pets
She is in possession of two cats, a black one and a white one that she has special permission to keep in her dorm room since she is lacking a dorm mate.





Damian Luv

We all face them; the discrimination and the hate; Some more than others
Age
17
Sex/Gender Identity
Male
Sexual/Romantic Preference
Homosexual/Homo-romantic
School Year
High School - 3rd Year
Pro/Anti/Neutral Match



Likes
Older men
Cute things
Coffee
Supernatural; especially Cas
Mythology
Dislikes
Pushy women and men
Carrots
Tobacco
Boredom
Hobbies
Fashion/Room Design
Fears
Being alone in the dark; due to past experiences in the dark



Personality
Humble || Easily Embarrassed || Nerdy || Relaxed || Chill
Regardless of how easy it is to make this soft spoken, gentle hearted boy blush it is nearly impossible to anger him enough for him to show it; especially if he doesn't care for the one attempting to anger him. Understanding and a great listener he's a compatible friend for nearly anyone in existence - he's even pretended to be a friends boyfriend to get her out of a sticky situation.
On the other hand when he cares for someone they could easily upset him though he's rarely pushed to tears like many would expect of the usually very passionate homosexual.
Biography
The young man reached behind him to catch onto the nightstand beside his bed, looking for the switch to the lamp he kept there in case of his late night cravings to read or simply need a light on for a time. He found the cool metal stem and his eyes closed in preparation for the light but all he could feel then was heat; all he could smell was sweat, sex and alcohol; he could hear the heavy breathing and the grunts. He did not turn, he did not cower from these memories, instead he stayed still, allowing them to pass before he curled up once again in the dark and allowed himself a fitful rest before the morning light.





James Sebastian Miles

Lean on me and everything will be alright; I'll always be here
Age
23
Sex/Gender Identity
Male
Sexual/Romantic Preference
Bisexual
School Year
College Third Year
Pro/Anti/Neutral Match



Likes
Milk
Sports
Hanging out with friends
Nighttime walk
Taking pictures
Having fun
Cookies
Dislikes
Being alone
Thinking too much about the past
Being around his ex-fiance
Oranges and Orange cake
Hobbies
Photography
James has always had a knack for taking pictures, and more often than not he can be found with his face behind a camera taking pictures or filming. He has an eyes for motions, for capturing emotions in his images.
Fears
At his very core, James is afraid to fall in love again; regardless of how well a persona he has created and how much confidence he outwardly shows to others, he is afraid of the basic human emotion; he is afraid of love. Fore he has learned that where there is love, there is an endless stream of pain and betrayal, of tears and gaping wounds no one can see. Scars that never heal.



Personality
Loving, Devoted and Strong.
James often does all he can for those he cares about, giving up even the important things to rush to his loved ones side without a second thought to what it was he had been doing before. His own concerns always come after those around him and he often finds himself taking one of his friends out for a night on the town, or staying in and watching movies with them. In some cases he brings over pizza and chocolate when his female friends end up broken hearted. For most everyone he is a rock for them to lean on when they're down, someone they can depend on to be there when they need him most and yet he never seems to need their help, when offered or even insisted upon.
Passive, Accepting and Determined.
Not one to start an argument with someone else, James will sit back and listen calmly to another before carefully phrasing his own opinions and conclusions after hearing everything that they have to be said. He doesn't threaten others and more often then not doesn't get upset over things as easily as the people around him. Nothing escapes his notice when it comes to the people he chooses to speak to, their urge to accepted if they're an outsider especially so and he always greets someone - new or old - with open arms and a friendly smile to say that they're accepted and welcome with him. Of course when there is something he puts his mind to he has a very bad - or good , depending how you look at it - habit of doing everything in his power to accomplish it; be it finding something good to eat or saving a girl from a man on the street. He will do all in his power to achieve his goals. Seeing him give up is a very rare sign and often one of heartbreak and sadness.
Passionate, Protective and Empathetic
No matter what James does he always finds something to love about it, something to get excited for, something to give it a point for him, even if it is silly. Very passionate about his hobbies and interests he always tries to find a way to spread that love of an activity or object, no matter how silly it may seem to others. He's not afraid to shown that he loves something or someone, his heart on his sleeve and yet still protected now. When he loves something or someone he will try his best to make them happy, to smile with them and laugh, to protect them from everything that he can so they won't have to turn anymore; even from his own pain he protects them. In the case that someone he cares for his threatened, the not usually violent man, will willingly fight to protect them, putting himself in harms way to see that they don't fall under the wrath of someone else and instead takes that burden for himself, along with any others he can find. He never shows any signs of carrying too much on his shoulders, no cracks o leaks in his smiles, no tears unless it's a sad movie, nothing but that smiling rock that everyone so needs in their life. Emotions on the other hand are an easy thing for him to understand, the hidden tears behind the smiles that he knows, he understands very well. The way that someone will avoid the subject to avoid the pain and any other thing that could show a subtext that even they themselves may not realize are giving off.
Careful, Guarded and Depressed.
Some people change behind closed doors, when they're alone they find things so much easier than being with others and having to smile. Jame genuinely loves to be around people, to smile and laugh with friends but he still harbors that inner loneliness that comes with great loss to himself. When with others he is careful not to let on toward his own inner struggles as he moves only to help others and see the smiling faces of the people around him. Seeing love makes him happy, but yet it hurts him more than anything else because he knows that he won't have that again.
Biography
The screeching started again; the battle of two voices rising higher and higher, a seemingly endless contest of will, mockery and anger lacing the two voices that the small boy could hear from his bedroom. Dark hair disheveled from his desperate flight from the living room at the appearance of the second person, a man he was supposed to recognize as his father, his feet pounding on the stairs. He tripped, twisting his ankle in his haste but he ignored it until he was save under the covers of his bed, trying to be as quiet as possible and ignore the sounds coming from downstairs. It was so loud and so scary. It didn't happen much and they always told him it was fine afterward, that they were happy and that nothing was ever wrong but he didn't really believe them. How could he believe them when he came home to it?
Years later he boy was a young man in high school, sitting alone in his room with music blasting in his ears. If asked he would say he's gotten used to the yelling and the fights that take place downstairs, detached himself from the situation and perfectly ready to leave when he gets the chance. Hood pulled up and covering his face he lifted his backpack and walked out the door passed the two, silent and obviously fighting again people.
They thought he didn't know.
The sounds of the students in the halls was lost on him as he weaved his way through, music blasting in his ears as he ignored everyone, eyes downcast and invisible in the crowds. Sophomores found their way o classes but just as he walked passed the room his hood and headphones were yanked off as he lacked the care to pay attention. He was invisible so he wouldn't have expected it either but when he lifted his eyes off the ground he saw a girl standing in front of him with her headphones in her hand; his music still playing clearly. "What do you want?" He asked her, none to kindly and then she smiled.
It was so hard to ignore.
She was the only person to find him every morning, to take him to class and make sure he went. The only person to smile at him endlessly until he smiled back. The only person he spoke to about anything that went on at home. She was the only person he could ever love. And she broke his heart.
On the bridge of twenty, he was just counting down the days before the two of them would get married, all of her family and their friends there to see them happy. To see that he could smile as much as he still did. But that was the day he caught her cheating on him, saying that she never loved him in the first place.
He was just a charity case for her.
That was the end of the beginning.



Extras
James was born February 29th
He is attending the school on a scholarship offered to him because of his grades, he cares not for the match program but for the education the facility can provide him with.
Theme Song = Under and Over by Egypt Central