Announcements: Cutting Costs (2024) » January 2024 Copyfraud Attack » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Member Shoutout Thread » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newcomers » RPG Chat โ€” the official app » Frequently Asked Questions » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Adapa Adapa's for adapa » To the Rich Men North of Richmond » Shake Senora » Good Morning RPG! » Ramblings of a Madman: American History Unkempt » Site Revitalization » Map Making Resources » Lost Poetry » Wishes » Ring of Invisibility » Seeking Roleplayer for Rumple/Mr. Gold from Once Upon a Time » Some political parody for these trying times » What dinosaur are you? » So, I have an Etsy » Train Poetry I » Joker » D&D Alignment Chart: How To Get A Theorem Named After You » Dungeon23 : Creative Challenge » Returning User - Is it dead? » Twelve Days of Christmas »

Players Wanted: Long-term fantasy roleplay partners wanted » Serious Anime Crossover Roleplay (semi-literate) » Looking for a long term partner! » JoJo or Mha roleplay » Seeking long-term rp partners for MxM » [MxF] Ruining Beauty / Beauty x Bastard » Minecraft Rp Help Wanted » CALL FOR WITNESSES: The Public v Zosimos » Social Immortal: A Vampire Only Soiree [The Multiverse] » XENOMORPH EDM TOUR Feat. Synthe Gridd: Get Your Tickets! » Aishna: Tower of Desire » Looking for fellow RPGers/Characters » looking for a RP partner (ABO/BL) » Looking for a long term roleplay partner » Explore the World of Boruto with Our Roleplaying Group on FB » More Jedi, Sith, and Imperials needed! » Role-player's Wanted » OSR Armchair Warrior looking for Kin » Friday the 13th Fun, Anyone? » Writers Wanted! »

0
followers
follow

Esmeralda Locke

"I want to see life in as many lenses as possible."

0 · 872 views · located in Paris, France

a character in “Paris, France Boarding School”, originally authored by Airy, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
Image
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
,
,
โ•ญโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ•ฎ
Esme Locke
โ€œColor is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.โ€
โ€• Claude Monet

Suburban War || Arcade Fire

Dialogue Colour || #bba8c3
Thought Colour || #d4a7a7
โ•ฐโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ•ฏ

โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
Imageโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œx]
N A M E
      Esmeralda Lily Locke

N I C K N A M E ( S )
      Esme {preferred}
      Essy {called by friends}

R O L E
      Junior ; Room 202

G E N D E R
      Female

A G E
      Seventeen

S E X U A L I T Y
      Heterosexual

M A R I T A L S T A T U S
      Single

โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
Image
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
,
.
.
.
.
โ•ญโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ•ฎ
APPEARANCE
โ€œWe don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.โ€
โ€• Anaรฏs Nin
โ•ฐโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ•ฏ

โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
Imageโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œx]
H A I R
      Esme has very long, dark brunnette hair that is naturally softly curled.

E Y E S
      Deep chocolate brown.

H E I G H T
      Esme is very petite, reaching only 5 ft. 1 in.

W E I G H T
      110 lbs.

E T H N I C I T Y
      Her father is American, while her mother has Filipino and Spanish heritage.

O T H E R
      On Esme's back on her left shoulder blade, she has the roman numerals 'VIII . VII' tattooed in memoriam for her sister.

โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
Image
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
,
.
.
.
.
โ•ญโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ•ฎ
Personal
"The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence."
โ€” Sylvia Plath
โ•ฐโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ•ฏ

โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
Image
Imageโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
P E R S O N A L I T Y
โ•”โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•—
xxxโœฆ Loving โœง Impulsive โœฆ Rebellious โœง Empathetic โœฆ Observant โœฆ
โ•šโ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•โ•

      Esme has always been a very lively girl, who is clearly of extroverted nature. She just seems to radiate life, love and positivity โ€“ at least, she tries too. She cares with all her heart about those in her life, and even cares a whole lot about those she might not even know. She wants everyone to be happy in their own way, and will help anyone who is willing to take it. She tries her hardest not to be pushy, so she has become very observant to people's emotions so she wonโ€™t ever overstep any boundaries, though, at times itโ€™s hard. She knows first-hand what itโ€™s like to bottle in emotions, therefore, sheโ€™s there for anyone by letting them vent to her or confronting them when they need it. She still doesnโ€™t deal well with her own bottled emotions, however. She's kind and sweet to everyone she meets and treats anyone who will let her like they are a very dear friend.

      Sheโ€™s a free-spirit through and through. She is impulsive, often acting on first instincts rather than thinking things through. This leads her to be rather rebellious at times, but itโ€™s more a rebelliousness in the spirit of โ€˜Iโ€™ll do this because it looks like fun,โ€™ rather then in the spirit of โ€˜Iโ€™m full of teen angst and fuck the patriarchy.โ€™ She is also very artistic. Her hands, face, or clothes always seem to have either dried paint or clay on them. Esme is a scattered person, doing about five things at once, unable to sit still for too long. The only time she is really focused is when sheโ€™s busy doing her art things. Itโ€™s almost like a 180-degree turn, and one that seems pretty unusual. She will completely zone out, and someone could be jumping up and down behind her or blasting annoying music and she may not even know.

      But, behind this loving exterior, Esme has a few emotional faults. Her parents never paid much attention to her growing up, so she never had too much of an authoritative figure in her life. It has led to her hard-headed independence. She finds herself not knowing how to rely on others for help, and almost getโ€™s frightened by it. Though at a time, she did have a group of four friends, that included her sister, who she trusted with all her heart. But since the accident, she fears losing people so making real connections is even harder. She dealt a long while with severe depression that has only now finally gotten better with medication, but sheโ€™s never fully come to terms with the truth of her sisterโ€™s death. She hasnโ€™t had any sort of closure.
โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
,
โ•ญโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ•ฎ
Details
"Wisdom is where the brain meets the heart."
โ€” Brian McGreevy, Hemlock Grove
โ•ฐโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ•ฏ

โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘

Image
ImageImage
ImageL I K E S
      โœฆArt - Anything from painting, to sketching, to sculpting, and even photography. She's extremely good.
      โœงBlack and White movies - She must have seen the movie "Laura" at least twenty times.
      โœฆClaude Monet - Esme loves impressionism, so it's no wonder her favourite artist was the father of French impressionism.
      โœงUrban Exploration - Esme loves exploring old abandoned building or areas, taking pictures and sketching things whenever she can.
      โœฆSinging - You'll catch her singing along to any song. She's not bad.
      โœงThe Stars - Nigh time is always her favourite time, and the stars always fascinated her.
      โœฆStrawberries - Anything strawberry flavoured, scented, or even patterned, she must have.
โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
Image
ImageImage
ImageD I S L I K E S
      โœฆHospitals - After spending a good few months in the hospital, along with with six months rehabilitation, you grow to hate them.
      โœงVehicles - Ever since the crash, she's always been a little hesitant to get into any car.
      โœฆEmotional Confrontations - She tries to suppress bad emotions, when people confront her on things, she get's pretty defensive and erratic.
      โœงBlood - She saw too much blood in the crash that she has flashbacks to the scene if she see's even a drop of blood. She'll have a panic attack.
      โœฆHer medication - She doesn't like the fact she has to take depression pills and, at times, anxiety medication. She finds she's not as mentally there as she likes to be. They make her a little forgetful and day-dreamy.
      โœงJames Franco - Her least favourite actor. She refuses to watch any movie with him in it.
      โœฆCoffee - She prefers tea - coffee is way too bitter for her.
โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
.
.
Imageโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
S T R E N G T H S
      โœฆCreative - She's the person to go to if you need out of the box thinking; there's no such thing as impossible for her.
      โœงAdventurous - She has no reservations for nearly anything. She loves to explore and travel.
      โœฆAltruistic - Everyone else's needs come easily before her own.
      โœงWriting and Film - Esme never really tells people, but she loves to write, more specifically screenwriting and playwriting. She's always been so interested in film.
      โœฆStrong - Esme is a health nut. Sort of. She tries to eat healthy but she needs her Franken Berry in the morning and French pastries. She exercises regularly, and loves cardio boxing.

F L A W S
      โœฆEmotionally Suppressive - She doesn't come to terms with her emotions very well when she wants to avoid them.
      โœงClumsy - Stairs are her mortal enemy.
      โœฆScattered - Her thoughts are a thousand different places at once.
      โœงMental Health - She struggles with anxiety and depression, but it doesn't show so much anymore.
      โœฆTechnology - She's oddly fine with cameras, but any technology more complicated then her basic flip phone will take her forever to learn. Computers are sketchy territory.

Q U I R K S
      โœฆNever Without A Camera - Anything she wants to take memory of, she'll take a picture of it. She will never be without her camera.
      โœงFully Focused When Doing Art - Esme always has about 100 things running in her mind at a time, but she's only ever fully focused when she's doing art. It's like she ignores the rest of the world.
      โœฆPaces when Nervous - When she's nervous, she has to keep moving, be it pacing, twirling, twiddling her thumbs, etc.
      โœงAffectionate - Esme has always been one to hug, kiss her friends on the cheeks, be touchy, etc. Though, she does know her boundaries if people are uncomfortable with it.

โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
Image
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
,
.
.
.
โ•ญโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ•ฎ
History
"Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things."
โ€” Arthur Schopenhauer
โ•ฐโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ•ฏ

โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
Image
Imageโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
      Mother || Rowena Locke || Alive
      Father || Jack Locke || Alive
      (Younger) Sister || Eva Locke || Deceased

      Esme always felt like she was drowning in the suburb of Scarsdale, NY.

      To the naked eye, the Locke family was as perfect as could be. They were wealthy โ€“ very wealthy. Esmeโ€™s father worked in New York City as the vice president of a large business chain and her mother was a house wife who volunteered in the whole community. They had two healthy, happy children. Behind the scenes, however, they lived much like the other rich families in the perfect suburbs. Esmeโ€™s mother and father were never around, and Esme and her year younger sister Eva were raised by a string of nannies. Her father spent most nights in his apartment in the city, claiming he worked late though it was pretty clear he was having multiple affairs. Her mother might have been as well, but she was at least more discrete. In the summers, Esme and Eva would be sent away to Barcelona, Spain to visit her motherโ€™s parents. Esme always loved this, as her grandparents were the most loving and caring people. She also loved Spain, and easily picked up the Spanish language. The only terrible thing about the summer was being separated from what she liked to call her โ€œsecond, but true family.โ€

      This second family of hers included four people she grew up with ever since she was a toddler, and they were the only ones Esme trusted and could depend upon. The four friends included her sister, Ben, Calla, and Jasper. They would do everything together, and it seemed like the couldnโ€™t survive without each other.

      That survival idea was unfortunately tested when three of the five friends died. When Esme was fifteen, her and her friends were coming home from the city after going to the beach. It was late and dark, and just outside the town, someone in a large truck drove through a red light, as they were drunk, and struck their car in the side. The car rolled off the intersection into a ditch and flipped over. It was messy and bloody, and Esme only remembers fading in and out briefly, looking at the carnage. She swore she smelt death in the air.

      When she woke up in the hospital, nearly her whole body was broken and bruised and cut. Her parents told her that her sister had died, along with Calla and Ben. It took a few months for her to heal, and it took even longer to be rehabilitated and go through extreme counselling. She hadnโ€™t even been able to get out of the hospital to go to her sisterโ€™s funeral. Esme still takes depression medication, and anxiety when she needs it. She canโ€™t even see blood without seeing flashbacks and having panic attacks, and has a hard time getting into any vehicle. For awhile she was extremely self-destructive of herself due to the severe depression.

      When she was finally better enough, her parents could barely even look at her. They sent her to a boarding school in France so they didnโ€™t have to deal with her. She seeโ€™s it that when they lost Eva, they had to lose Esme as well. Sheโ€™s pretty sure they are divorced now, but would have no way of knowing. Sheโ€™s only ever in contact with them when they send her money, and only hears new information about them through her grandparents.
โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
Image
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
,
.
.
โ•ญโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ•ฎ
Theme Song
"Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life."
โ€” Pablo Picasso
โ•ฐโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ•ฏ

โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘

โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œโ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–Œ
โ–ŒSuburban War /|\ Arcade Fire

      Let's go for a drive
      And see the town tonight
      There's nothing to do but I don't mind when I'm with you

      This time's so strange
      They built it to change
      And while we're sleeping all the streets, they rearrange.

      And my old friends, we were so different then
      Before your war against the suburbs began
      Before it began

      And now the music divides
      Us into tribes
      You grew your hair so I grew mine
      You said the past won't rest
      Until we jump the fence
      And leave it behind

      And my old friends, I can remember when
      You cut your hair
      I never saw you again
      Now the cities we live in
      Could be distant stars
      And I search for you
      In every passing car

      The night's so warm
      Yeah, the night's so warm
      I've been living in the shadows of your song
      Living in the shadows of your song

      In the suburbs I,
      I learned to drive
      And you told me we would never survive
      So grab your mother's keys we leave tonight

      But you started a war
      That you can't win
      They keep erasing all the streets we grew up in

      Now the music divides
      Us into tribes
      You choose your side and I'll choose my side

      All my old friends, they don't know me now
      Oh-oh
      All my old friends, are staring through me now
      Oh-oh
      All my old friends, they don't know me now
      All my old friends, they don't know me now

      All my old friends wait

โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘

F A C E C L A I M: Vanessa Hudgens


C O P Y R I G H T

Character Sheet By : Airy
Inspired By : The Toxic Cereus
Filled Out By : Airy

โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘

So begins...

Esmeralda Locke's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Esmeralda Locke Character Portrait: Mel Trigueros Character Portrait: Jasper Callow Character Portrait: Cady Halloway Character Portrait: Emily 'Jakob' Jakobsen Character Portrait: Jared Hill
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Galaxxie
Image
Imageโ•”โ•—โ€œWho needs love when you have all you need in yourself?โ€

N I C K N A M E
CiCi

D O R M R O O M
200

Y E A R
Junior

E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R
Dance Team (Captain)

Dษชแด€สŸแดษขแดœแด‡ CแดสŸแดส€ โœฆ #FF7F50 || Tสœแดแดœษขสœแด› CแดสŸแดส€ โœง #4FD0FF
โ•šโ•
Cady couldn't believe she was actually here. She finally had a chance to be who she wanted to be without her money or family getting in the way. She had a chance to live like any other normal teenager in the world. Of course she loved her parents, regardless of all the bullshit she went through because of them, but it was nice to get away from it all.

As of right now, she found herself sitting on the edge of the fountain in the center of campus, waiting to hear from Jared. He said he would catch up with her after he unpacked, but it's been about six hours since then and it never took that long to unpack two bags. "Where the hell are you?" she thought to herself as she pulled her phone out to check the time. 5:45, he had more than enough time. What was keeping him?

Cady slid her phone back into her pocket and tucked her hair behind her ears. With a sigh she stood to her feet and decided to walk around campus for a bit, maybe even try to interact with some of the other students. Of course she knew that to many of the students who have been here for a couple years would realize she was new, but at this point she honestly didn't care. She didn't mind being the talk of the campus for a bit. It was inevitable to happen.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Esmeralda Locke Character Portrait: Mel Trigueros Character Portrait: Jasper Callow
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Airy
โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
Image
โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
Image
โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
Esme was a patient person, but dang, did she have her limits.

It was more anticipation than anything that the newly found impatient air was conjured from. She just couldn't help but feel excited. Her best and oldest friend was coming to the school, and she honestly couldn't wait. Literally. His transfer came as quite a surprise to her originally, though it was a happy surprise. Esme had come to the boarding school about mid-semester the previous year due to some very unfortunate circumstances and had to leave Jasper by himself, who was also involved in the unfortunate circumstance. It was a very reluctant move, but she couldn't argue. She was in no mental state to do that, and her parents were in equal mental distress-- which is why they sent her away in the first place. It was hard enough on her losing a sister, but for a parent to lose their child and have to look at a second daughter they almost lost as well, it made sense sort of. At least, she wanted it to make sense.

Esme had yet to see Jasper since she left a couple of months back for the school. She would have seen him at the current yearโ€™s orientation, but she had extended her trip in Spain for a couple of days as per her grandparentโ€™s request. She really couldnโ€™t tell them no. If she had known Jasper was going to orientation, well, it might have been a different story then, but apparently he had wanted to keep his transfer a surprise. She could have kicked him for it, but she was too happy to care.

As soon as she got to the school, she had dumped her things in her room a little chaotically, but decided that while she was waiting for Jaspers text saying to meet him, she could clean up a bit for her roommateโ€™s sake. The last thing she wanted was for Mel to walk into their room and trip over one of her sketchbooks or bags sheโ€™d left sitting on the ground, no, she wouldnโ€™t be too pleased with that.

After she shoved her clothes into the dressers and tried as best she could to neatly arrange her art stuff on her desk, she threw on some fresh clothes that didnโ€™t make her feel all gross and uncomfortable for having worn them on such a long plane ride. As if on cue, her phone buzzed, and Esme flipped it open and managed to get to her inbox and open the message. Yeah, the flip phone was old and low-tech, but thatโ€™s what was good about it. It was simple. She could never find out how to work those fancy phones.

โ€œLetโ€™s meet by the fountains. I think I can manage to find those at least. Want to grab food?
- Jasperโ€

Esme grinned from ear to ear, typing back โ€œYeah, of course! Be down there in a minute!โ€ After slipping her phone into her purse, she quickly wrote a note on a piece of paper and left it on the door for Mel. It read, โ€œGoing to meet a friend by the fountains to get dinner. Come join us if youโ€™re free!โ€ Esme defiantly wanted Mel to meet Jasper, sheโ€™d already heard so much about him. Mel was actually the only person who knew Esmeโ€™s history currently, and Jasper was a big part of that, most especially with the most recent developments of the deaths.

But with that, she ran off in her completely eager mood.

She had only just gotten into eyesight of the fountains before she ran right smack into Jasper, who was very nearly a whole foot taller than her. She nearly fell over, but a hand suddenly gripped her forearm to steady her. โ€œI know most girls fall head over heels for me, but never this literally,โ€ sounded the chuckling voice of the blonde haired boy grinning down at her with his notorious boyish smirk. Esme gave him an exasperated look, but all to quickly it turned into a wide grin, and she threw herself into his arms with a loud, happy laugh. โ€œCome on! Thatโ€™s the first thing you say to me in months?โ€ She rolled her eyes over dramatically, as he set her down from the large hug. Looking up the face she grew up beside most of her life, a calmness was sent through her that she hadnโ€™t felt for a long time, probably since before the crash. She almost felt like she wanted to cry, but didnโ€™t want to make herself a useless blubbering fool. Jasper grinned back, his own pure joy seeping through. โ€œWell, I was planning on a whole surprise, remember? I had everything planned out; I was going to tap you on the shoulder once I spotted you, you would turn around after letting out a small scream cause I scared you, you would get all huffy, but then you would cry and disregard the fact I scared you cause, well, Itโ€™s me. Iโ€™m pretty damn great.โ€ Esme poked his side playfully, saying, โ€œyeah, youโ€™re pretty okay.โ€ But he was right. He was pretty damn great; He knew it, she knew it. It was hard not to know it when they grew up so co-dependent on one another. He was like an extra appendage sheโ€™d lived without for too long.

Damn it, she felt a tear drop down her cheek.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Esmeralda Locke Character Portrait: Jasper Callow Character Portrait: Cady Halloway Character Portrait: Emily 'Jakob' Jakobsen Character Portrait: Jared Hill Character Portrait: Chloe Ramsey
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Airy
โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
Image
โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
Image
โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘
Jasper had arrived fairly early considering all things. Heโ€™d already had most of his stuff unpacked and moved in before his roomie Jared seemed to get a chance to do his. He was kind of bummed heโ€™d missed out on seeing him. Theyโ€™d got along pretty okay at orientation, but he figured heโ€™s have enough chances of seeing the guy considering he lived with him now.

It really didnโ€™t even seem like Jasper had been in the place unless you looked closely enough. He didnโ€™t have a lot of material possessions other then clothes and other necessities. The only things that showed Jasper truly lived there would be his books and the occasional photograph heโ€™d set up; one of his mother, one of his adoptive parents, and one with the old gang, Esme, Eva, Ben, and Calla. Everyone was smiling and laughing the three different photographs. He hadnโ€™t been present in any of them, considering he didnโ€™t like his picture taken , but he gained more from looking at the ones he loved within the photographs then being it with them. They were the oneโ€™s who were most important.

After changing into new clothes, which simply consisted of a white tee-shirt and dark jeans, topped with his self entitled โ€˜lucky leather jacketโ€™, Jasper sat on the edge of his bed contemplating what to do. He knew Esme was probably just getting to the school now after her long flight back from Spain, and he wanted to give her time to unpack and take care of things before he bombarded her. Then again, he could just show up anyways without texting her and carry out the whole surprise tactic he wanted to throw on her at the orientation, but it wouldnโ€™t be the same.

He was pretty disappointed he never got to surprise her after all, but who knew if it would be as good as a thing in her mind for him to be there as it was for him to have her there. The reason he had transferred to this boarding school was solely to be around Esme. Ever since she abruptly left after getting released from the hospital, Jasper had been completely thrown off his everyday life. He had become so attached to her, more so than he already was in past years. They saw each other in their weakest moments and dealt with shit no childhood friends should have to deal with. When she left, it pretty much threw all his counselling and stuff away; He was in a bad place again. It was him who finally suggested he left the suburban town in New York to be with her again and after a lot of convincing, his adoptive parents let him go. There was no one who understood the trauma, the pills, the pain, but her.. He was just glad she didnโ€™t remember every little detail like he had.

Getting up from the bed, he decided to wander around the campus for awhile, trying to maneuver and find his way. It didnโ€™t last too long, however. He was already pretty bored and itching to see his friend, so finally he shot her a text saying โ€œ โ€œLetโ€™s meet by the fountains. I think I can manage to find those at least. Want to grab food?ย - Jasperโ€ย  Barley even thirty seconds passed before he got a reply back.

โ€œ Yeah, of course! Be down there in a minute!โ€

So with a smile, Jasper walked off to go meet his friend.

It didnโ€™t take too long for him to get in the vicinity of the water fountains heโ€™d intended for their meeting place, but before he could get into itโ€™s immediate proximity, a small girl with tumbling locks of brunette hair ran right into him. Looking down, he was startled at first, but relief and happiness washed over him as he looked at the familiar face. Shooting her a lazy grin as he caught her from falling down, he teased, โ€œI know most girls fall head over heels for me, but never this literally.โ€ She tried her best to give some sort of sour face, but he knew it wouldnโ€™t last long. He had barley braced himself enough as she launched herself into his arms in a massive hug. Picking her up, he squeezed her back hard enough that was was afraid he was going do some serious damage.

โ€œCome on! Thatโ€™s the first thing you say to me in months?โ€ she exclaimed as he set her down gently, and he gave a scoffed noised pretending to be hurt. He sort of hated himself a little bit for the comment he said to her. Where he should have said something sweet and kind like he had originally intended to, there he went again, teasing her.

โ€œWell, I was planning on a whole surprise, remember? I had everything planned out; I was going to tap you on the shoulder once I spotted you, you would turn around after letting out a small scream cause I scared you, you would get all huffy, but then you would cry and disregard the fact I scared you cause, well, Itโ€™s me. Iโ€™m pretty damn great,โ€ he commented, trying to keep with the same schtick heโ€™d been going with. He saw a glimmer in her eyes that was all too familiar. Wow, she really was about to cry. He himself felt something in his throat like something had been caught in it, but heโ€™d never admit that, even to her. Smiling widely at her comment, he went to go say something more before the chattering of the people a bit away from them caught his attention. He managed to make out the figure of one familiar face, Jared.

โ€œHey, Jared, is that you man?โ€ Jasper called out, before looking back down at Esme and quickly wiping away the one tear that had escaped her with his thumb. He couldnโ€™t help but feel a little happy to see she had missed him like he had her. She seemed to gather herself, and he knew no more tears would come. Grabbing her wrist, he quickly dragged her behind him over to the group, explaining to Esme, โ€œI think thatโ€™s my roommate over there, cโ€™mon.โ€

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Esmeralda Locke Character Portrait: Mel Trigueros Character Portrait: Jasper Callow Character Portrait: Jared Hill
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by LostRiver
Image
โŽพโ‹
Image


D O R M
202

Y E A R
Senior

E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R
Track

D I A L O G E
#ffb400



โŽฟโŒ



Mel grunted, pushing her messy hair out of her face as she continued to drag her million-pound suitcase through campus.

"Take the later flight he says," the brunette grumbled to herself, fixing the strap of one of her duffels bag for the fourth time in fifteen minutes. "Didn't think the pilot would have an allergic reaction to his copilot's lunch, did he?" She stopped a moment to give her poor arms a break, mentally cursing herself for listening to her father, and looked around at the school grounds. Most people seemed to have already moved in and were now leaving their dorms to find friends or food. Mel sighed in annoyance at her lateness and continued her trek to her dorm. She was stopped by several people on her journey -a few from her track team, a professor from the previous year, a couple of class friends, another Portuguese student, a freshman looking for directions- before finally stopping at her building with a relieved huff.

Getting her bags to her room was not as hard as anticipated. By the time Mel was at her door, room 202, she was winded, but not completely spent. Looking at the door, Mel saw a note stuck to it reading, 'Going to meet a friend by the fountains to get dinner. Come join us if youโ€™re free!' She grinned to herself, knowing it was from Esme. After a long break, Mel was excited to see her friend and didn't want to waste time unpacking all of her things -knowing her habits, she probably wouldn't be fully unpacked for weeks to come anyway. Upon opening the door to their room, Mel smiled to herself seeing that Esme had clearly felt the same. Although she wouldn't go looking in any of Esme's personal things, Mel could tell from the odd bra strap, pant cuff, and sweater sleeve hanging out of Esme's dresser that the girl had probably thrown her clothes in there and rushed out.

Knowing that she was already later in moving in than most people, Mel took little time unpacking a few essential toiletries, picking out a new outfit, fixing her makeup a bit, and hurrying out the door. She was nearly to the fountains when she spotted a group of people in which she recognized a couple of girls. She was about to stop to to say hi but noticed that they seemed to be in a conversation with a boy and girl that she had never seen. Not wanting to get into a conversation and miss seeing Esme, Mel decided not to go over to them. However, she made a mental note of the boy's handsomeness, and continued walking with the intention of introducing herself later if she saw him again.

When she finally came to the fountains, it took little time for Mel to find Esme. The stylish "New York" vibe that Esme gave off always made Mel feel slightly like a slob, but she'd gotten used to it and found that Esme was a valuable friend to have when it came to style. Talking to Esme was Jasper, Esme's good friend. Although Mel had never actually met Jasper face-to-face, she had seen pictures of him and had spoken with him on the phone several times when she was in the room with Esme. He was seemed like a fun kid, and Mel was surprised to see him here, not knowing that he would be here this semester. Esme must have forgotten to mention that.

In any case, Mel grinned slyly to herself as she came around behind Esme. She was about to surprise the girl when Jasper suddenly grabbed her wrist and began to pull her away. Surprised, Mel halted for a moment before jogging to catch up. They were still walking, Esme behind Jasper when Mel stood on her toes and quickly wrapped Esme in a bear hug from behind, chuckling happily before releasing the girl and spinning Esme to face her and give her a proper hug. Pulling away from the hug, Mel held Esme's shoulder's for a bit longer and smiled. "Olรก, bonita. It's so good to see you. " Mel laughed happily again and looked over Esme appraisingly. "Vocรช รฉ bonita," she said happily, assuring Esme that she was, in deed, beautiful.

Happy with finally seeing Esme, Mel turned to where Jasper had stopped to talk to someone and noticed that that someone was the boy that she had seen with the girls she knew from before. Mel turned her head to look at Esme and raised an eyebrow as if to say 'who's that?'.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Esmeralda Locke Character Portrait: Jasper Callow Character Portrait: Cady Halloway Character Portrait: Jared Hill
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Galaxxie
Image
Imageโ•”โ•—โ€œKarma is a bitch right? Well, that's what I grew up believing.โ€

N I C K N A M E
JJ

D O R M R O O M
203

Y E A R
Senior

E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R
Football (Quarterback)

Dษชแด€สŸแดษขแดœแด‡ CแดสŸแดส€ โœฆ #990012 || Tสœแดแดœษขสœแด› CแดสŸแดส€ โœง #009987
โ•šโ•
Almost instantaneously the answer to his question came from the lips of the person he was looking for, โ€œHey, Jared, is that you man?โ€ Jared turned around towards the area the voice came from and spotted Jasper. The male gave a small wave and noticed he was dragging a gorgeous brunette along behind him. Apparently the two of them were pretty close from how willingly the female seemed to travel behind him. Must be Esme, he thought to himself. Jasper told him about how he wanted to surprise Esme when he met Jasper at the orientation. He thought that was pretty cool and wished he thought about that when he came here with Cady.

Once Jasper made it over to the small group, Cady seemed to immediately go silent as everyone seemed to be talking with each other. "Hey man! Good to see ya," he stated with his Southern accent. He gave him a bro-hug and glanced over to the petite blonde that stood beside him. "This is Cady, my best friend," he introduced with a soft smile. "And Cady, this is Jasper. I met him during orientation and he is my roommate." Cady gave a soft smile before folding her arms across her chest just as she always does when she is unsure about someone she had just met.

With everyone crowding around the small area Jared began feeling a bit claustrophobic so he stepped to the side a bit a little more out of the crowd so he didn't feel so closed in. "Did you guys have any plans for lunch? Cady and I were thinking about going out somewhere to eat if you and Esme wanted to tag along," he requested and hoped that Jasper and his friend would be interested in joining them. It would be nice to get to know Esme and hang out with Jasper a bit. It would also give him a chance to get to know his roommate a bit more without immediately jumping into things and figure out the way he thinks of things, etc. just by living with him. It would relieve many different arguments in the future.

About · Code of Conduct · Source Code





© Quill, Inc.