People in suburbia have beautiful faces, manicured lawns, facades they've built up over years. And teenagers in suburbia? They're learning to be perfect, plastic...

Welcome to Hadley High, where individual students actually exist. At school, they have their groups, their followings, their masks. So are you for real, or are you pretending to be someone you're not, for the sake of a society built on sameness?
It's spring, probably mid-April, and a couple of new kids have arrived.

This is sort of a plot-builder for something I'm writing. My character and the setting are all subject to copyright laws or whatever. But, hey, you don't suck enough to steal my ideas. Right?


Bio format is as follows...

Name:
Age:
Social Group:
Appearance:
Personality:
Other:
Hiding:


My character:

Name: Haylee Madison
Age: 16
Social Group: Artists/Thespians
Appearance: She is 5'9, thin and willowy, long-legged and 115 pounds. Reasonably curvy. Gold-toned skin and a flawless complexion, and a perfect oval face. Striking features; high cheekbones, long eyelashes and rich brown doe eyes, full lips. Her hair is dark auburn and wavy, often curly, and falls to her collarbone.
Personality: Playful and dramatic, fun-loving and loud. She's at ease with people and gets to know them quickly, and falls fast and hard for nearly everyone. She hates conformity, is theatrical and fun, and constantly walks into things and people. She is super-talented and chews a lot of gum, and is very, brutally honest.
Other: Haylee doesn't buy into societal standards or any of that crap. She's openly bisexual, and hates it when her diva tendencies lead people to believe that she's 'faking it'. She's the student guide for new students at the school.

Name: Angelina 'Angel' Lee Rush
Age: 16
Social Group: None, she's friends with whoever she wishes to be and doesn't believe in categorizing people
Appearance: Angel is around 5"4 and athletically built. She is very pale despite her Italian heritage. She has dark, almost black, curly hair that falls to the middle of her back and dark hazel eyes. She has a heart shaped face, which doesn't suit her sharp cheek bones. However she is still regarded as pretty. Her skin isn't completely flawless and she has a small scar by her right eye, though it's barely noticeable.
Personality: She is shy when she meets someone new and generally quiet until she gets to know you. Around her friends she is very open, loud and hyperactive. She can be sarcastic and mocking but also be witty and caring. She stands up for what she believes in and god help the fool who challenges her without a fully prepared argument. She is a loyal friend and won't hesitate to defend anyone in trouble if she likes them. She's a romantic and a daydreamer and wears her heart on her sleeve.
Other:Angel hates the genral moden society and the way that people are categorized and discriminated against. She couldn't care less what people think of her and she dislikes fakes,cheats and liars. She was born in Venice and lived there till she was six before moving to New Jersey and finally here.

Name: Laurence Johnathon Rowlands
Age:17
Social Group: anywhere he feels comfortable
Appearance: he has chocolatey brown hair thats messed up at the back and to his cheek bones at the front, he has a too long fringe thats slightly to the left and falls in his eyes so often one of his triats is to flick his head to the side before talking to get it out the way. his eyes are a very light green, he has a slightly paler than average complexion, and a very childish grin, he has a right lip piercing and usually wears a silver ring through it. he is well built but rather skinny considering this. he's 5"7 and is almost always seen in tight jeans and an alternative or old rock band t-shirt on.
Personality: he's quite shy at first, but once he gets to know people he can be very flirty. he is very sociable despite most peoples first impressions of him. most of his friends are girls, he's never extremely out spoken but has quick wit and good comebacks (if he's brave enough to use them). you'll find out a few more of his triats as we go along im sure.
Other: his dad died when he was 14, leaving him alone and making his feel responsable for his mother and younger sister ( she is 11 years younger than him ), he always tries to think of them first, but did have a 'rebel' period which comes out occasionally.
Hiding: he's hiding that he never got over his dad - the one he looked up to - dieing.
and his biggest secret.
the main reason he's moving school.
his girlfriend back where he and his family used to live, had his child, they're both still inlove with each other and he drives down as much as possible to see her and his little baby girl. the problem? her dad. she's still only 15, and her dad never approved of Laur anyway. Laurences mum has made him leave, before he got beaten up by 'thugs' again. and only his sister knows about the visits to see Emily (girlfriend) and Elizabeth (his daughter)

OOC: I think we can start now. Wow, nice bios. I just pulled one up from the depths of my computer...haha.

OOC: I do that alot but I felt that this needed something new and fresh. Only problem was it took me ages to think of a name XD Anyway should we just start posting here?

OOC: Why not? It'll take me a while to get my intro, though. Bear with me.

OOC: I'll post once you have, you did after all come up with the concept. but i have to go shortly so i'll post mine early tomorrow.

OOC: Sounds like a plan =D
I'm just characterizing at the moment, so I expect I'll have up a lengthy thingy by the time you post.

Name: Mark Smith
Age: 17
Social Group: The "Jocks," but he is friends with whomever.
Appearance: Mark is a tall guy, standing around 6 feet. He's got an athletic and muscular build, with hazel eyes and short-cut black hair. He's got tan skin. Mark prefers to wear a sports t-shirt, or a band t-shirt, with some gym shorts. His shoes are black and white Nike shocks.
Personality: Mark is a real funny guy. He can be tough and mean, but only when people are jerks to his friends. Mark would never bully someone else, for the simply reason that he doesn't see a point in it.
Other: Mark plays lacrosse, as Center Defenseman for the school. He's the captain. He also has a real passion for the band blink-182.
Hiding: Nothing, really.

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OOC: Hey there! I hope I can role-play with you guys.

OOC: Of course you can! It's good to get a jock in once in a while =)
As stated above, I'll start up with intros, but people are welcome to jump in before then, so it should be a while. I haven't gotten very far, haha.

OOC: Ok, thanks! I've been looking for a role-play like this for awhile. And, I guess I'll wait like everyone else is. I've got time to spare.

OOC: May as well put together an intro while you wait. Those things take forever.
And really? I love the plot of this. It's for a novel I started that, to be honest, is going nowhere fast.

ooc: I'll make an intro, then. I'm going to just guess the day is starting?

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Mark sure was glad that he had his own car. He hated riding the bus and felt sorry for anyone who had to - or, at least, anyone that had to ride his bus. The driver was a real pain, always complaining and threatening to tell the school about them. What was even better about having his own vehicle, Mark didn't have to worry about getting up early. It was like, the greatest invention in the world.

Mark expertly drove his car into the parking lot of the school, preparing for a boring day. He had lacrosse practice after school, and probably a few tests that he had forgotten to study for somewhere inbetween. When could he just chill out, you know? That's why he envied the seniors. Their last year was really lax, he heard.

As he walked into the building, Mark recieved several greetings. He wasn't the most popular, but he sure knew quite a few people. Both guys and girls came up to talk to him and Mark responded with a kind "Hey there." The scene kids, the nerds, whomever - they all came up to him. Mark wasn't one who distinguished friends by their social group, though anyone who knew Mark would certainly say he was a jock.

OOC: Correct. Mine is coming...soon...ish...maybe...

OOC: Haha, okey dokey.

Angel looked up at her new school and sighed, she put on a forced smile and turned and waved at her dad before he drove off and she walked inside. She got a few odd looks but she was used to that and she supposed her outfit did look a bit odd. She was wearing a much too big My Chemical Romance shirt, that hung loosely around her and dwarfed her small frame, making her look even thinner than she was, a pair of black combats that were a little too long on her, a pair of black and white Vans, a Vengeance university belt and a matching necklace, a pair of Flyleaf gloves and a Avenged Sevenfold cap that matched the rucksack flung over one shoulder and bounced familiarly against her back. A pair of retro styled, silver and neon green, skullcandy headphones were hung around her neck and her sketchbook was firmly under her right arm.
This school was smaller than her last and it didn't take too long to find the main office and get the things she needed.
She thanked the receptionist and walked out of the office looking down at her timetable to find out where her homeroom was and set off in search of it, though she had no idea where she was going and probably looked ridiculous as she wandered around without any real direction.

"you didn't have to drop me off y'know." he says to his mum, leaning forwards in his seat as his little sister - Yasmin - tried to grab the back of his hair. he looks over and grins at her.
"but its you first day at a new school! of any type of schooling since..."
"yes, thanks mum." he says quickly, trying not to be mean, but not wanting to think of why he hadn't been to school in atleats 5 months. getting beaten up by your girlfriends dad and his thug mates isn't the best thing in the world.
he hears her sigh.
"i'll be fine, honest."
she nods with a small frown, pulling up on the curb for him to get out.
"good luck!" Yas shouts from the back, making him wince, she was way too loud, permanently.
his mum kisses him on the cheek, and he takes out his iPod before stepping out onto the pavement. looking up at the school, and catching a few eyes of the people staring at him, he was used to girls staring at him i was something he'd got used to quickly, but not on this scale. he turns his iPod on, comforted by the familar music 'All Around Me - Flyleaf' he smiled, listening to the intro before forcing himself not to start mouthing the words.
he has his flyleaf t-shirt on too, Milly had otten it him for his birthday... he tries not to think of her as he walks up the steps, trying not to nudge into anyone.
his black skinnies had a rip in one knee, and his converse had odd laces, one was a normal white other was bright orange - the result of swapping with one of his mates after too much alcohol consumption.
he touches a friendly looking girl, who looked just as lost as him on the shoulder. noting the decent music taste by all the band merch.
"hey um, do you know where the reception is please?" he asks, lightly, pulling his headphones down to hang around his neck.

Angel looked up and smiled at the boy, taking note of the Flyleaf shirt and then nodding to his question,"Urm...yeah I just came from there. Hang on..."She took a few moments working out which way she had come and point,"It's down that corridor and turn...left...I think." She smiled,"Sorry I'm not good at directions specially in somewhere new." She shrugged,"Oh um...My names Angel by the way," She stuck out her hand. It couldn't hurt to make some friends and since this boy was probably new, she was guessing that was why he was asking for the office, he'd probably be slightly more willing to make a friend here than those who already had friends.

"Hey, Laurence." she takes her hand, thankful that she was atleast friendly, and new too it seemed. gald he wasn't the only one, he grinned at her. "well, thank god im not the only one who'll be getting lost and wondering corridors for eternity..." he releases her hand, then notes the gloves "i've been looking for those gloves everywhere, where'd you get them?" he asks, before moving to the side her, rrealising he's in the way opf some other students.

OOC: Is it too late to join?