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Christopher Morgan

I'm trying, and right now, I think that's enough for anyone

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a character in “Another Year at the Buckley School”, originally authored by phoenixheart, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description




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γ€Œ"Nothing's worth losing Especially the chance to make it right” 」
-Walk the Moon
Shut up and Dance| Walk the Moon || Wooden Boat| Take That || When We Die| Bowling for Soup |




|Name|

Christopher Dane Morgan

|Nickname(s)|

Chris

|Age|

14

|Date of Birth|

2nd November 2003

|Astrological Sign|

Scorpio

|Nationality|

American

|Ethnicity|

Germanic-American

|Sexual Orientation|

Heterosexual

|Sexual History|

He kissed a girl once.

|Relationship History|

Never had a girlfriend

|Relationship Status|

Single




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γ€Œ"A little boy me went fishing in a wooden boat Sitting there for hours in the cold Patience is a virtue 'til we die” 」




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Height

5'6

|Weight|

129lbs

|Body Shape|

Rectangular, lean

|Body Type|

Mesomorph

|Shape of Face|

Heart

|Skin Tone|

Pale

|Eye Color|

Brown

|Hair Color? Type? Styles?|

Mid-Brown, pushed back from his face

|Distinguishing Marks|

Scar on his elbow from where he fractured it when he was eight. Stitches were involved

|Fashion Sense|

Pretty simply really. Chris isn't too flash when it comes to his clothes. He dresses pretty well, sure, but he's not trying too hard to be anything with regards to his clothes.

|Overall Attractiveness|

He's been told he's cute. He doesn't really think about his physical attractiveness, focuses more on his fitness.





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γ€Œ"Don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me” 」





|Good Traits|

Dedicated, Patient, Determined, Loyal, Charismatic

|Bad Traits|

Scatterbrained, Anxious, Naive

|Personality|

Chris typically energetic and driven, and likes to have a lot of things on the go. He knows that people aren't perfect but he tries to see the best in everyone. No one is completely lost. Chris ambitious, wanting to do Something to make a difference, even if he isn't quite sure what that is yet. He likes to have a few close, supportive connections with others, and believe that cooperation is the best way to get things done. He likes to be liked and is very sensitive to feedback, both positive and negative, especially from his teachers and dance tutor. Chris expects the best not just from himself, but from others as well. He tries to work hard to maintain strong relationships with his friends and family, even if circumstance can make that a little difficult. Chris is generally quietly confident as he goes about his daily life, but he really comes into his own when he dances. He stops being this slightly awkward, well meaning kid, and becomes someone else entirely.

Despite all this. Chris is still a kid, and he's still figuring himself out. Sometimes, he's more than a little awkward around people and is familiar with feeling anxious in new situations. His youth, and reasonably sheltered and privileged upbringing have currently left him a little naive to the way of the world works. He's still pretty certain that everything's going to work out for the best, and everyone has good intentions. He doesn't understand why people would want to hurt the people around them to make them feel better. He'd rather lift people up than tear them down.

|Strengths|

Dancing, Debating

|Weaknesses|

Naivety, Very cautious of getting injured.

|Greatest Joys in Life|

Dancing

|Greatest Fears|

Getting a injury that means he can't dance

|Priorities|

Grades and dancing

|Life Philosophy|

Sometimes we don't know what we're waiting for, that's the time to be the first one on the dance floor




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γ€Œ"I could put back all the pieces,They just might not fit the same" 」




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|Hometown|

Los Angeles, California

|Upbringing|

Chris and his family traveled a lot when he was a kid, so he's seen a lot of the world, mostly from hotel windows, but he's still seen a lot of it. He still travels during the summer with his mom and her boyfriend, but he kinda misses it being all of them. When Chris first started school, it was him, his sister, and his dad, as his mom's job as a tv producer kept her travelling. The distance took its toll on Mr. and Mrs. Bryant's relationship and when Chris was 8, his parents filed for divorce. His mom came home, wanting custody of Charlotte and Christopher. Eventually, Charlotte stayed with their dad while Christopher stayed with his mom, as she had always encouraged his dancing, far more than his dad had.

|Idol or Hero|

Benjamin Millepied

|Pets|

Two goldfish called Pongo and Perdita

|Dreams|

Be a dancer, what else?

|Education|

Buckley for life, like his sister.





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γ€Œ"And I know that we're gonna be fine" 」




|Household|

His mom, her boyfriend, his son, and their cat

|Pets|

Lyra-Ragdoll Cat

|Secrets|

Charlotte- Despite what his mom thinks of Charlotte's direction, Chris actually thinks she's pretty cool. He's always admired people who dance to their own beat

|Summer Spent|

This summer, he spent it in Florida with his stepdad and stepbrother.

|Socioeconomic Status|

Upper class

|Residence|

13949 Magnolia Blvd, Sherman Oaks, California

|Transportation|

His mom drops him off when she's around. When she's not, he hitches a ride with her boyfriend and gets dropped off at the corner.
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γ€Œ"As long as we live, time passes by And we won't get it back when we die" 」




|Mom|

Chris is close to his mom. Clara's always supported his dreams where as his dad always wanted a contingency plan in place.

|Dad|[/font]




Chris respects Hugo, but that's about it

|Charlotte Bryant|

His older sister. He only really sees her at school since their parents separated, which he hates. He'd love to see her more

|Matthew Rees|
His mom's partner. They were kinda awkward at first, but he's definitely become a father figure to Chris

| Tyler Rees|

Matthew's son. Older than Chris and Charlotte. He's pretty cool when he's around. Most of the time, he's pretty busy with work so Chris doesn't get to see him much.

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γ€Œ"Come over How can I show you if you're not here" 」




|Short Term Goals|

Maintain a solid GPA

|Long Term Goals|

See Charlotte more often, Get on a good dance course

|Aspirations|

Get to Juilliard[/font]




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γ€Œ"And the tattooed mistakes Are gonna fade over time" 」




|Grade|

8th

|Lifer? Newcomer?|

Lifer

|Scholarship or No?|

No

|Clique|

Cool kids

|Are you happy here? Why or why not?|

He's happy. Life's good. It's a good school. There are plenty of people who would love to be in his position.

|If you could change your clique, would you? To What?|

Not really. He should probably talk to his sister about it though

|Clubs or Teams?|

Student Council, Swim Team

|Sports?|

Swimming

|What are you looking forward to the most?|

His dance group are performing over Christmas, so there's that




|OOC|

FC: Tom Holland
Hex: #004d3c
Timezone:GMT
Posting: Barring ill health, I should be able to post every 2 days if necessary.
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So begins...

Christopher Morgan's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Genneya Shanks Character Portrait: Finn Maxwell Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Charlotte Bryant Character Portrait: Christopher Morgan Character Portrait: Jasper Cameron
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C H A R L O T T E . B R Y A N T
Location: Bryant house
Outfit: This
Hex colour: #c85951


Charlotte pulled her boot up her thigh as she hopped on the other foot. She pushed her hair back from her face and took a breath. She grabbed her hairspray and sprayed her hair in place. It was not falling in her face tonight. Ideally, she needed to get her bangs cut, but the party was in the few hours. Looking down at her dress and boot, she realised there was no way she would be able to drive to Charlotte Arnault’s house on her bike, not unless she wanted the entirety of Sherman Oaks to see up her skirt. She was reasonably liberal when it came to sex, and pretty comfortable with her body, but no one wanted an exposure case on their front door. ”Dad!”

”Lottie.” Hugo Bryant’s smooth voice glided down the hallway.

”Can I borrow the car for tonight?”

Charlotte pulled her other boot on while she waited for her dad’s answer. As she came down the hall, she could hear the tinkling of car keys. Hugo threw them to her as she came to the bottom step. Charlotte turned the fob over in her hands. ”You can have the Bentley for the night.”

Charlotte’s face lit up and she hugged her dad tight. β€œThank you!”

”Just be careful with it.”

Charlotte nodded, her face suddenly serious. ”I’ll treat her like my baby.”

She slid into the seat of the Bentley. It was a convertible Continental model. Otherwise known as an absolute dream. Her phone buzzed against her leg and she pulled it out of the pocket she had made. She opened the message and scanned over it and the accompanying picture. She tapped on Sam’s name in her contact list.

To: Sammy
Look at my boy! Look at you go! So gorgeous! I’ll be beating the girls away. Unless you don’t want me to. I’m cool like that. Love ya xx


To: Twinsie
CHARLOTTE! On my way to see your lovely face. Don’t drink everything without me baby. xx






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C H R I S T O P H E R . M O R G A N
Location: Morgan/Rees Household
Outfit:This
Hex colour: #004d3c


Christopher could feel the blood rushing to his head as he stared at the upside down screen. His head was inches from the floor and his feet hung over the back of the sofa. He felt two hands grab his feet. ”Hey Chrissy.

”Tyler.”

Tyler jumped over the back of the sofa and sat next to Chris. ”Why you upside down?”

Chris shrugged. His position made the gesture look awkward. He was usually graceful when he moved. He looked over at Tyler, his nose coming level with Tyler’s shin. Tyler was everything Chris had hoped to be when he grew up. He had an easy charm about him, while Chris was still awkward, discovering who he was beyond Chris Morgan. Tyler had twisted around to sit upside down next to Tyler. ”How’s school?”

”Good.”

”Seeing anyone?

Chris blinked. ”N-no.” Chris scowled as his voice cracked. He cleared his throat. ”No. I’m not seeing anyone. Too busy.”

Tyler caught the catch in his stepbrother’s voice. A grin spread across his face. ”What’s her name?”

Chris got his phone out, ignoring Tyler’s question. His thumbs scattered across the keyboard.

To: Gigi
I need saving from Tyler. Am I coming to you or you coming to me?


”No name. Because I’m not seeing anyone.”

”Chris has got a cru-ush.”

”I will kill you Ty.”






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J A S P E R . C A M E R O N
Location: Cameron house
Outfit: This
Hex colour: #1a9f9b


Jasper’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a text from Finn. He had been granted the apparently rare ability as a man to be able to multitask. He walked, keeping half an eye on the street in front of him, and the rest on his screen. As luck would have it, Jasper was rounding the corner leading to Adrien’s house, via the guidance of Google Maps.

To: Finn
You never heard of good things coming to those who wait? I’ll be there in two


He made to put his phone away when it buzzed again. He frowned. There was no way Finn had got back that quickly. Instead, the message was from Jazz. When he opened the attached picture, Jasper felt his chest tighten. Sam looked good…really good. Jasper ran his tongue along his bottom lip. This was ridiculous. He hadn’t had a crush for years, and now he got one on one of his best friends? Nope.

To: Sam
You look great buddy. And if you don’t come tonight, I will personally kick your ass.


He wouldn’t. He would never be able to do anything that would hurt Sam. Sam might break his heart, but Jasper wouldn’t hurt him. Jasper skipped up the final step and knocked on the front door. As he waited for an answer, a car pulled up at the bottom of a driveway. A dark haired girl that Jasper vaguely recognised from school climbed out. While he definitely appreciated the shortness of her dress and the flash of thigh above her boots, she wasn’t provoking his usual reaction. And she didn’t seem to care either.

”Might as well wait with you.” She looked over to him. ”Charlie Bryant, hi.” No hand was offered for him to shake.

”Jasper. Jasper Cameron.”

”Nice to meet ya Jasper Jasper Cameron.” He knew she was teasing him. Her eyes gave her away. Charlie looked away from him and down to her phone.




To: Twinsie
I’m outside my darling. Come rescue me from the jock.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Genneya Shanks Character Portrait: Luke Escuyos Character Portrait: Christopher Morgan
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Outfit: Link Here
Location: The Shank Family Estate
Dialogue Color ✦ #DEB887
Thought Color ✧ #8E6837



"Thaaaaanks, Caaaaaaaaasssss," Luke dragged out with glee before downing the his second shot of tequila, taking great pleasure in partaking in the expensive alcohol that the Shank family bar held. It didn't hit him that perhaps he should question why it was so easy for rich kids to just randomly get drinks from the bars in their home, especially considering the fact that the people who served them were old enough to know better. Yeah, there was no questioning anything, especially with him reaping the benefits of what some would consider parental neglect. The alcohol definitely did still burn, but he was able to appreciate the silky mouth-fill and was highly anticipating the tequila sunrises that had been placed on a tray for him to take upstairs. The bartender in question, an adorably scrumptious man in his mid-twenties, flushed at the praise. Luke was sure that the reddened skin had more to do with the outlandish flirtations he had bestowed upon the guy to sublimate the slight annoyance he had entered the spacious manor with, but he wasn't going to spend his time wondering when he could be upstairs with the fabulous Royal girls of Buckley just before a big party.

Soon enough, because all it had taken was for Lucas to get lost once for him to never want to play hide-and-seek with his queen's room again, Luke was outside of Aaliyah's door. Knowing damn well he was still going to burst into the room, Luke gave the door two light raps from his knuckles while exclaiming, "I'm coming in, bitches, so you either better be real comfy with me seeing your birthday suit cuz we all know y'all ain't got nothing that I want or you better be covered up because," he opened the door with his free hand, arm posed above his head dramatically and a big grin on his face, "the cutest one has arrived! And I even brought gifts of illegal alcohol consumption, so you should all come and love me." Giggling, Luke waltzed into the bedroom, not seeing Aaliyah but focusing on the two brunettes already quite comfortable in her space. "Yaaaaaaaasssss babies! Y'all better work!" He exclaimed and then lowered the tray to them so that Camila and Juliette could get two of the four drinks on the tray. Once that was settled, he set the tray on one of Aaliyah's end tables and grabbed the last two drinks, not hesitating to suck the straw of the one to his left into his mouth to take in some of the sweet alcoholic goodness. Satisfied, he then looked around the room. "And where is my favorite little queenie who has yet to grace me with her presence?"


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Outfit: Link Here
Location: En Route
Dialogue Color ✦ #F277A8
Thought Color ✧ #71C9C5



To: Sabina
Omw. B there in 5 mins

To: Chris
Im comin 2 u. Picking up Sabina 1rst

"I like this one better," Gigi stated, finally settling in her seat and ignoring the very disgurnted expression on her brother's face. They had already gotten into his SUV since Aaliyah threatened him with death if he let any rugrat that wasn't just either Genneya or Sophia into hers, but Genneya had made them stop not even five minutes from the house for a good picture to send to Catarina. Her relationship with the senior probably shouldn't be as close as it was considering Cat was five seconds from graduating Buckley and Genneya from leaving middle school, but it worked for them. It helped that Cat just had a natural almost childlike energy about her that Gigi could relate to, even though she occasionally liked the idea of seeming more mature at times a lot more. Nevertheless, she was pressed to give her friend a good picture of her sister's work and Damien was pulling away when he remarked, "Right, cuz the last five weren't practically the same." Genneya huffed as she sent the both the pic and text to her friend, replying distractedly. "Practically being the operative word." Damien groaned dramatically. "Oh my God, you sound like your sister." Genneya only smiled wickedly and leaned over to plant a big wet kiss on his cheek, ignoring the loud complaints with a giggle.

To: Cat
I wanted da hair out my face. I like when she braids my hair. Even tho it hurts 4 a bit

Soon enough, after punching in the address on the GPS for Damien, they were pulling up to Sabina's and Genneya hurried to text the other girl, answering a few messages from other classmates who needed any more information. Typically, there were planned events by Buckley for the middle schoolers once the semester was starting to close. Her mom had surprised her (though, Gigi was adamant, even though she denied it, that Aaliyah had more of a hand in it than she wanted to admit) by stating that she had already talked with the administration about planning an evening for the lower school division. It was in Genneya's name, which definitely made her beam with pleasure because her classmates and friends all thought she was the cool one for recommending an awesome place lik Glowzone, but it was also her mom's version of donating before the drive on Monday. Nevertheless, Gigi was more than happy about her mother's random acts of kindness and generosity, especially if it meant she was allowed to reap the funner benefits of them. Once the house was in view, she text Sabina again. The two probably weren't going to be toting friendship bracelets or anything like that, but she did appreciate that they got along nice enough.

To: Sabina
Im outside :D

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Character Portrait: Genneya Shanks Character Portrait: Christopher Morgan Character Portrait: Sabina D. McCreery
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sabina mccreery

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8th Grader
Soap Opera
hex code: #DA5858
location: house
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Almost as soon as Sabina sent the text, her phone buzzed with an incoming notification. She went to her messages, feeling relieved as she saw Gigi's response.

From Gigi:
Omw. B there in 5 mins

Sabina breathed out a sigh of relief as she turned off her phone. She and Gigi were friendly enough, but they weren't the closest friends. Sabina couldn't help but feel a bit bitter at Gigi's success, but the other girl was way too nice not to like her. After all, Gigi was a cool kid for a reason.

Sabina waited near the doorway of her house, drumming her fingers on a nearby tabletop as quietly as possible in effort to keep away from her mother's attention. It wasn't particularly wonderful to live with just her mother. Out of all her family members, Sabina and her mother had the rockiest relationship by far. Her relationship with her father included much more smooth sailing.

Sabina's phone buzzed with a notification as the actress twiddled her thumbs. She tapped Gigi's name on her contact list to see her most recent text.

From Gigi:
Im outside :D

Sabina quickly responded before heading out the door.

To Gigi:
Be right there.


Sabina shut the door behind her as she approached the car of Gigi's brother, Damien. "Gigi, you are a saint," Sabina said as she slid into the backseat. "'Sup, Damien."

Sabina buckled her seat belt, admiring the car as she did so. The Shanks family was rich as hell, and everybody knew it. Of course Damien's car would be highly impressive. "Are you picking Chrissy up, too?" Sabina asked mildly. Christopher Morgan's crush on Gigi was as plain as day.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Poppy A. Rothschild Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine
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Friday, December 9, 2016 | 8:30 PM


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Location: The Bronson Family Home
Dialogue Color ✦ #DEB887
Thought Color ✧ #8E6837



At some point, Luke had lost Camila, Cydnee and Juliette - not that it was too much of a surprise. Royals just didn't show up to parties with Wannabes, which was fine. He wasn't salty, not at all. Plus, Aaliyah hadn't even been with them when they arrived, remarking that her niece had not been really asleep when Aaliyah had set her in her room. And considering the fact that Aaliyah never really ever, as far as Luke was concerned, didn't leave the house without checking in on the toddler, it made sense that she didn't want to leave when the girl obviously knew that she was still in the house. So, she was just going to get Malcolm to bring her after she made sure that the young girl had something on her stomach that wasn't a snack and was comfortable in her room. It didn't even occur to Lucas to even question it at the time because the tequila sunrise, combined with a shot or three - who's really counting - of the vodka Malcolm had brought, made him giddy for the night ahead of them. So, so what if the Royals promptly ditched him considering the fact that their queen wasn't present to force them to humor him? He didn't need them.

He totally did. Screw whatever his bitter tipsy side said.

Nevertheless, when it hit eight o'clock, Luke was having a pretty good time grinding against this scrumptious looking Animal. It wasn't his scrumptious, super mysterious for no damn reason but obviously in the best way Animal, sure, but Roman wasn't even his to begin with, let alone to be thinking about when he had hot, semi-sweaty male behind him. Buckley may not have been the most...open about a lot of things, especially sexuality, but house parties like these were where there really weren't no rules. You could do what you wanted with who you wanted. Granted, depending on who you were, you would probably want to keep a bit quiet if you were caught with a person far below you on the hierarchy, but again it was a party. Shit happened at a party. Not many took the time to judge at a party. And Luke was taking advantage, sucking down the contents of the wine cooler bottle like it was nothing but water. To him, it was considering it was pretty much a flavored beer and not at all as biting as something like vodka or tequila, but definitely enough alcohol to make him feel A-ok with everything. Including texting Rhapsody.

To: Rhaps
Stop sucking mi brotha's face & come dance wit me

To: Rhaps
Plz D: D: D: D:


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Outfit: Link Here
Location: Glowzone LA
Dialogue Color ✦ #F277A8
Thought Color ✧ #71C9C5



"Ok, but where do you wanna go next?" Genneya asked after stealing a handful from the fry basket on their table. By the time eight o'clock had come, she was starving, but had been in the middle of girls vs. boys skyscraper rope course race that she just had to give her all to because she would be darned if Louis thought for a second that the boys were going to win. Granted, she did love her some Chris, but he ultimately was grouped in with the rest of them and was the enemy at the time. Sadly enough, it was a tie that Genneya swore they were going to broke, but she was a part of their group that had wanted to go back to their tables and get their grub on. Her mom had rented the whole place out for the evening, leaving the lower school division to do as they pleased. So, Gigi hadn't even hesitated or felt the least bit ashamed when she grabbed three slices of the meat lover's pizza, a basket of lightly salted french fries that she totally was going to share with whomever she was sitting with - which happened to be Chris and a few other classmates - and a strawberry crush that had just been refilled.

She dipped a fry into what used to be Chris' large dollop of ketchup, but it was currently more of a puddle of tomato-y goodness that she was going to steal since their table didn't have a ketchup bottle and she didn't feel like calling to someone to bring her one or ask for the direction the one they had been using went. Besides, friends didn't let friends go without ketchup. There was a handbook and everyone needed to read it. After a few chews, she continued, "We could do the laser maze or the arcade...pretty sure I'm gonna kick your butt anyway, but I figured I'd let you decide which one you wanted to lose to me in."Grinning at her own audacity, Genneya playfully captured the straw from her cup between her lips, sucking the sweet carbonated beverage up to chase the salty fried goodness she honestly had an addiction to.