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Anders Vinter

"Well, if you've got nothing to say, just leave."

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a character in “Come Dance With Me”, as played by Rhianoue

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"Care to dance, ma cherie?"

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FULL NAME
      Anders Vinter

AGE
      19

GENDER
      Male

TYPE
      Street Dancing

SEXUALITY
      Heterosexual ; Demiromantic
      He's capable of loving both males and females equally, but sexual appeal really only applies to the ladies

NATIONALITY
      50% Swedish 50% French
      And he can speak both fluently


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HEIGHT
      6'2

WEIGHT
      157 lbs

HAIR COLOR
      Dyed Orange Red | Naturally Brunette

EYE COLOR
      Bright Green

SKIN TONE
      Tanned

GENERAL APPEARANCE
      Anders is of decent height and is actually quite skinny. It's not unhealthy or bad, but he is just a tad bit underweight for a young man such as himself. He has slightly tanned skin (often in the summer) that may lean a little more towards the fair side of the scale in every other season but. His hair used to be naturally brown, but since he was a young teen, he dyed it an orange-red color. His eyes eye, in contrast, is a bright, emerald green color. Speaking of which, Anders is missing his right eye from an incident with his parents during his past. It was never pleasant to bring it up.

      Anders enjoys wearing loose clothing, large shirts, baggy pants, occasionally with a jacket wrapped around his waist accompanied by his necklaces, earrings, and a hat (or bandanna) with sunglasses if he's going outdoors. He basically wears the same clothes daily as he does for dancing.



Please, minette, I don't seduce ladies like you with corny jokes that little boys use.




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PERSONALITY
      ✦ Bored ✧ Manipulative ✦ Selfish ✧ Flirtatious ✦ Liar ✧ Lonely

      Most people, at first glance, will realize that Anders looks like a spoiled child who doesn't get his toys. It's true in some sense, seeing how he came from a wealthy family. He was generally spoiled as a kid, and still is as an adult. He expects to get what he wants, and if he doesn't, he puts on a disappointed and lousy look, clearly showing his frustration and discontent. He really is childish, when he doesn't get what he wants.

      Not to any surprise, Anders is also manipulative. He'll do what he wants to get what he wants, also deeming him to be quite a selfish young man. He doesn't take crap from anyone if they deny him - if he wants something he will get it. You could consider him stubborn and or relentless, as he is both, but to get straight to the point, Anders would use people. He's less keen on using his 'friends,' or who he thinks are his friends, and often uses people he'll find on the sidelines like random strangers in a bar he can bond with. Whether it's getting a little side action, persuading them to paying for his drink, or getting a rid - Anders will use almost every person in front of him unless he genuinely cares for them, which is often not many people...

      Of course, everyone's seen Anders flirt. He often does it with women, older, mainly. He's got a thing for women with nice bodies, but has formed emotional attachments to those that just intrigue him enough to that extent. Anders will also flirt with men, but not as often. He's biased towards the ladies, therefore leading to the ratio of flirting with men to women much smaller and meager.

      And it shouldn't come off as a surprise to know that Anders is a liar. Even most of his friends know this, but don't do much about it knowing it's futile. He makes things up, including excuses and things about himself. He wears a fake mask to cover what he is inside, whatever that may be... because at this point he's been lying so often he doesn't even know what his true self honestly is.

      In the end, Anders is lonely. He feels like he's too closed off from the rest of his friends, even though he's the one purposely doing it. He's internally conflicted, but doesn't know what to do about it other than wait for someone else to notice and take care of him instead. Meanwhile, Anders simply will remain doing what he always does, slowly drifting further and further from himself and his loved ones.


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LIKES
      ✦Dancing - During his darker days in the past, Anders relied on dancing as a way of reliving his stress. When he was around his friends, he felt he could relax more.
      ✧Winning - Competition? He's going to win it. Arm wrestling? He's going to win it. Hell, even rock-paper-scissors? He'll try to find that.
      ✦Women - Boobs and butts. They're not that bad.
      ✧Smoking - It's an old habit that still hasn't died, unfortunately. He'll only resort to it if he's incredibly stressed out.
      ✦Silence - It's why Anders stays up so late at night often. Just the plain silence is comforting.
DISLIKES
      ✦Acting - It's hard to hold up an act which is why he's very expressive with his feelings around others most of the time.
      ✧Honesty - He doesn't like being honest for two reasons: either he wants to hold up a mysterious act, or he simply just doesn't walk to talk about something.
      ✦Bullies - A little childish? Not really, they had a hug impact on his life and he won't stand for seeing it.
      ✧Anything Sweet - He doesn't handle anything sweet very well. It doesn't even have to be ice-cream or a cookie - it could be something as simple as chicken and he's spit it out.
      ✦Summer - It's hot. There are cicadas. More traffic. The only good thing about summer would be seeing girls in bikinis at the beach.


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TALENTS
      ✦Dancing - Obvious?
      ✧Lying - He's been doing it all his life so it shouldn't be much of a surprise to hear that he's good a lying.
      ✦Flirting - He's often good at getting the ladies, well, most times.
      ✧Singing - Before dancing, Anders thought about becoming a singer, but dropped it instantly when he realized dancing was much better. He's still pretty damn good at it though.
      ✦Martial Arts - His definition of martial arts is holding your hands up, fighting, and winning. He's had his fair share in the past.

FLAWS
      ✦Selective - He's very picky with who he wants to talk to, become friends with, and so on. If no one fits the bill, he'll simply be alone.
      ✧Sailor's Mouth - Anders swears much more than he should. He restricts himself in front of kids but still...
      ✦Perfectionist - Nothing can be out of place in front of him. If there's a single flaw in a dance he'll work hours trying to perfect it, no matter the cost.
      ✧Closed Off - No one really knows everything about Anders. He keeps himself quiet when it comes to talking about his past or anything of the sort. Some of his closest friends don't even know what he likes.
      ✦Partially Blind - He's missing an eye, his left to be exact, and it limits his vision, despite having grown a bit more used to it over the years.

FEARS
      ✦Large Crowds - Isn't odd that a dancer would be afraid of large crowds? Anders is, he can't dance well in front of large groups of dancers. His style of dancing is street dancing which is literally in the middle of crowds, yet he can't seem to get over his fear so easily...
      ✧Tight Spaces - Simple as that. It's nothing from his past, Anders just doesn't like being cramped. It freaks him out.
      ✦Blood - The sight of blood makes him sick. It's not a very strong fear, but he really, really doesn't like it.
      ✧Being Forgotten - Anders wants to make it big. He wants people to know him and talk about him in the future, even if it's only about the bad things. Being forgotten is one of the worst things that could happen.
      ✦His Parents - Many... bad things happened in the past with them... He never mentions them to anyone, and gets angry if someone tries to pry.



Fuck the past. I live in the present and look to the future, so don't ask me about it.




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BIO
      Anders was born and raised by a rich family. A very rich family. In the beginning, he was living the good life, with anything and everything he wanted as a child, being pampered and spoiled like a brat, but he learned that good things come with a price; the better a deal was, the bigger the price was. Anders learned this the hard way around his young teens when his parents began to abuse him. His relationship with them was horrifying and disgusting, and he thought it was normal back then because it's what his parents would tell him. Scars, bruises, bloody noses... he had his whole body destroyed day after day thinking 'this is what any other kid goes through with their parents.' Eventually, he lost his eye to them. He left his friends out of it, always saying they were from his dances whenever he pushed himself too hard.

      It was only during high school that people really began to question why he was always so beat up, drowsy, and moody. A factor of this was his parents, and the rest was the bullies at school. They made fun of him because he was small and shy during his younger years. Eventually, they brought up his confidence level, but far too high, and the way Anders dealt with them was through fights. During school, before school, after school - it didn't matter the time because they were always there, shoving him around and kicking him down as if he was dirt. Teachers eventually found out what he was going through and suspended those students, and later, discovered about his parents. By this time, Anders was old enough to live alone, and had a decent amount of money he stole from his parents. He knew that one day they'd disappear, and he'd have to take care of his lousy self, and with that, bought an apartment far, far away from his home in Boston. Not even his friends could hold him down to stay with them because he was so finished with the world.

      But was he? No... no... He wasn't content at all. Being alone just made him feel more shitty about himself and his life and it felt horrible. He almost considered going on medications but as soon as he got a call from his coaches about the dancing... he dropped that idea. Dancing... right... that's what he used to do to take his mind off of anything bad. He stopped after going into high school, feeling it was useless to try and be happy like that. Maybe trying it out one last time wouldn't hurt, right?


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So begins...

Anders Vinter's Story

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Character Portrait: Bali Cannon Character Portrait: Nakahara Hirokichi Character Portrait: Emi Mizuhara Character Portrait: Anders Vinter Character Portrait: Mavis E. Miller Character Portrait: Yaro Akizawa Character Portrait: Nana Osayomi Character Portrait: Apolline Durant Character Portrait: Valentine Sinclair Character Portrait: Zayn Leila Monroe Character Portrait: Mikhail Yves Roux Character Portrait: Dimitri V.V. Brasher Character Portrait: Carmen Villegas Cordero Character Portrait: Eli B. Brasher
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Time: 8:45 PM
After all the students and coaches have had their day or reuniting a week before, now is the true reunite, where every student and coach gets over whatever feelings they had before and focus on the one thing that originally brought them back together in the first place: dance.
It was a last minute thing, seeing how the classes were to be schedule later, but it was clear no one could wait any long after having connected again so soon. It's dark, cold and dark and raining, yet comforting. The city of New York reminds many of home, when and where they used to practice together when times were less serious and dramatic.
Hopefully, that's still the case...
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Character Portrait: Bali Cannon Character Portrait: Nakahara Hirokichi Character Portrait: Emi Mizuhara Character Portrait: Anders Vinter Character Portrait: Mavis E. Miller Character Portrait: Yaro Akizawa Character Portrait: Nana Osayomi Character Portrait: Apolline Durant Character Portrait: Valentine Sinclair Character Portrait: Zayn Leila Monroe Character Portrait: Mikhail Yves Roux Character Portrait: Dimitri V.V. Brasher Character Portrait: Carmen Villegas Cordero Character Portrait: Eli B. Brasher
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Time: 20:45
Place: Studio

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I shouldn't be here...

Nakahara had walked into the studio about twenty minutes ago. The people whom were there didn't even get a glance from him as his brown hues as he started quite adamantly at the floor as he strode inside. Being a professional, punctuality was in his blood. He had kept his distance from the group that was gathered there, leaning his back into the far wall.

He had taken some days off of work for this get together, having a couple months off of his usual and mundane desk job. The work itself was easy, but the work place gave off a very lonely feeling. So far, this place didn't feel all that different. He had no one to blame but himself though, purposely keeping a bit of a distance from the others. It had been years since he saw them all after they had left, leaving him the only one to remain in the end. He wasn't hurt by that however, but felt that he was the one at fault. The past week wasn't much different. Sure some of them sort of got to know each other once more but Naka had locked himself in his room, not bothering to come out until he had to be at the studio. Even then he left at the crack of dawn so hardly no one even knew he was there.

He, like many others most likely, had received a sort of introductory letter that stated their classes and dancing groups. His dull eyes scanned over the page, though he didn't feel the need to complain about being around the most sexually charged people, at least as far as he could remember.

The Exotic Predator, Carmen Villegas Cordero. One of the few people who was older than Naka himself. His rather erotic and spontaneous behavior would normally be at odds with Naka's more calm and dead pan appearance.

The Prince Charming, Eli Blaine Brasher. The younger brother of Dimitri with what seems to be an obsession with his own chest flaunting. Despite being insincere, he was someone Naka could respect, if not be slightly uncomfortable around.

The Sin, Valentine Sinclair. She's not all that a person in the end, honestly. After all someone who's a die hard for Shakespeare can't be all that bad. Naka can't help but remember some cringe worthy incidents with this underclassmen back in the day.

Lastly was their dance leader, or choreographer of sorts, Mikhail Yves Roux. This is an envy inducing sight to behold for Naka, as he greatly revered both his skill and personality. Mikhail was everything Nakahara could never dream to be.

As his eyes scanned the paper, Naka could almost feel himself shrink smaller and smaller still. He was an introverted and picky child in the presence of the very visage of 'sex' or 'excellence'. He felt dwarfed in comparison, though he did not mind. This, in his mind, was at least a bit normal. He continued to read the page.

Duet dancing. It's not as bad as dancing on his own, however the idea of dancing with one these people under the specialty of a professionally trained ballet and jazz dancer was not something to be over the roof about. He preferred group dances that required little to no physical contact in the end. None of them were shy about getting all touchy feely, much to his distress.

"...?"

A look of surprise came across his face. He had noticed all his thoughts. He was getting nostalgic over the names. He was thinking of what his life would be like in dance once more. Thoughts of returning to his desk job didn't cross his mind for once. He felt... Almost happy.

Was this the best choice in the end, after all?

Of course not. It was only a matter of time until he stained the bonds with his cowardly ways.

He let out a long sigh, looking up from the paper and around the room.

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Character Portrait: Emi Mizuhara Character Portrait: Anders Vinter Character Portrait: Mavis E. Miller Character Portrait: Yaro Akizawa Character Portrait: Zayn Leila Monroe
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Until the very last minute, Anders was standing on the small, little balcony of his apartment, smoking grey clouds of impure air and releasing it as it was pierced by the falling drops of rain. God was it raining hard tonight... and speaking of tonight, wasn't he supposed to be going to that dance thing? Yeah, he was, and he knew it. He knew he was supposed to go there and meet with everyone again, to try and dance with them again, as if nothing had happened before.

Nothing huh.... Bullshit. Things happened and he knew people wouldn't just forget it with a few years, even he didn't. He already talked things through with Mavis, though only briefly, but while it was possible to get back onto even grounds... Anders wasn't certain if things could still be classified as 'the same.'

'Well...' He began to think, moving to his car keys. 'It's not like anyone's expecting it to be the same. How bad could it be, anyways? People usually put on happy faces in front of others, don't they? So maybe things won't go wrong. Hmm. I should try going anyways. There's no harm in trying the class out and dropping it if it's boring.' He shrugged to himself and proceeded grab an old bag he used to put his dance supplies in, dropping his little puppy German Shepard in there as well, seeing how he couldn't leave her alone, and began to walk down the steps of his apartment to his car started.

While driving, he kept contemplating with himself: to go? or not to go? The smoking eventually grew tiring and he threw it out the window, allowing his car to take in some fresh air, for once. It seemed that just the way he drives described his whole character- with one hand on the wheel, one hand carelessly laying outside, feeling the heavy rain bang down onto his palm. He didn't care about getting wet. Maybe it'd give him an excuse to remove his shirt, right? No, Anders wasn't that kind of flirt. His shirt stayed on, no matter what occasion. Even if he ended up getting soaked in the rain, it'd stay on.

He parked his car outside, already noticing other cars in the area. Of course he didn't recognize them, seeing how the group split up when they were younger, in their teen years. He sat in his car for a bit, crossing his legs and debating further. He could just turn around and leave... ignore everyone and pretend as though he forgot about it all within a few weeks with the excuse that he had too much work... But... something in the back of his head kept nagging him to go inside and give it a shot. Anders heart his puppy complain in the back of the car, and maybe that's all he needed to know. "Alright, alright... Jeez, what was stubborn dog..." He sighed and grabbed the bag it laid in along side his bottles of water and other, before heading for the building.

For a long while, he stood outside the door, just staring at the handle, wondering if this really was the right choice. 'Well, fuck it.' He thought carelessly and opened it while saying flamboyantly, "I'm here, no need to worry anyone, seeing how I know everyone was worried for me." He added in a confident chuckle.

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As soon as Emiko Aoki Mizuahara took her first step out of her mother's Volkswagen, she became nauseous. How long had it been since she last seen them? Emi didn't know. The thought was both nerve-wrecking and exciting all at once. What would she say to them? A simple 'hello' ? A slightly uncertain gesture? Hours and hours spent rehearsing her greetings in the bathroom seem to have gone to waste. There were no mirror giving back a reflection of herself. There were no doors closed on the act because all doors were opened.

It was now or never at this point.

She made a mental note of how she would escape this one, but it had seemed useless. She could do this. She was infact brave. Besides they were all her friends, well most of them .. others she couldn't bare to be in the same room with without going all apeshit. Now the question was, was she ready to go through all of that a second? Course she was. It was hardly her dance buddies she was ready to see again, but to be able to dance. The feeling was beyond exhilarating. Emi wondered who would be her coach this year. Zayn? Yves? .. Nana? More importantly, who would be in her dance class this year? She hoped it would be Bali. Or even Apolline. Oh, how she hoped it would be Apolline. She had missed her so dearly.

Emi didn't even realize when she first walked in that class hadn't even start yet. She was practically the only person here. Well, her and Anders of course, but he particularly didn't count as someone of "human species" in Emi's book.

Ignoring the fact that he- who should not be named - was in her dance class, she took up space on the far side of the room and began to stretch as her dance-mates began filing into the room ..

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Music filled the dance studio as a pink haired girl sat on the ground, stretching. Zayn was preparing for her class that night, not quite sure what she was going to do yet. She hadn't had a whole lot of time to figure stuff out, expecting that they weren't going to start so soon. She figured for tonight she would get familiar with her students styles of dancing and then she'd go from there.

The last few years of traveling around the world she learned many different forms of dancing. Sure she may have only been trained in certain dance styles and those were the ones she mastered. However she had confidence in herself that she could do most any type of dance now, at least she could do the basics. Perhaps that was why she was stuck with such a diverse group.

As Zayn finished stretching she stood up and walked over to some papers she had beside her bags, her coin skirt jingling the entire way. She looked over the class roster once more. There were two in her class she wasn't quite familiar with since they were quite a bit counter than her. She was already out of school by the time they came. Then there was Mavis who she remembered from school, though they had never talked much. They were friendly enough with each other at least. Then there was Anders and she cringed a little when she came across his name. She hadn't really gotten to talk to him since she'd gotten back and she just knew things would be awkward.

Almost as if the universe had heard her thoughts, in walked Anders. She wasn't facing him as he came in so she closed her eyes for a moment, taking a quick deep breath before turning to him. "Oh yes Anders, we've been very worried about you." She said sarcastically before smirking a little at him. "How about you start stretching please? I do not wish for you to pull a muscle." She told him as she began stretching again herself, even though she knew she didn't need to.

A few moments later another person walked in and this time it was a girl. "You must be Emi. I'm so glad you could make it." She said to the girl with a friendly smile. She was glad this girl came in and started stretching right away.

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        Why had she even agreed to this? Yes, she might of missed some of her old friends, Like Dimitri and Bali, but... But something just bothered her about the situation. Maybe seeing Valentine again? Or the conversation she had with Anders not even a week before? It was like the past she thought she had escaped was finally coming back to haunt here... And truth be told, she wanted to hide from it. Of course, she'd never state such a thing out loud to anyone, considering Garret or his boyfriend Wynn were out of town on some sort of long deserved road-type.

        'Ugh! Stupid, stupid, stupid!' His words echoed in her head like a sounding drum that just wouldn't shut up no matter how loud the music blasted in her ears. The moment she let herself relax, the moment she put her guard down, Mavis knew it would be far too late. He would just end up stirring up those forsaken feelings she so desperately tried to forget after their tragic last-meeting, and from what he told her that was the ultimate goal. Hell, it was because of him they were late their first class! It was just so typical of him too!

        Ahh, what was more of a pain was the fact she barely knew the coach. Honestly though, Ms... Monroe, was more of Anders' crowd then her own. The only reason she was actually ever friendly was because she was what Mavis assumed was the redhead's friend. Though, remembering his unfortunate track-history, she supposed now would be the time to suspect some... other forms of 'friendship' had gone down. Just in properly closed doors. And possibly on a bed. But, like mentioned before, it was simply a sort of 'speculation'. She wasn't exactly a pro on the subject to begin with, as she left that mainly to Dimitri's brother, Eli, or Carmen.

        Ooh, Carmen. Carmen and Mavis had something she would classify as 'strange'. They were friendly, but they were neutral at the same time. If anything, they were only 'close' in the terms of him being her first time a few days before she changed school districts. Though, that was their little secret, or it was Vissy's. While there weren't any particularly strong feelings towards him, she couldn't deny she was glad to see him at the very most. After all, he'd always have a small place in her heart with all things considering.

        As for the other two classmates, Mizuhara and Akizawa, she couldn't say she actually had a problem with them. That could of just been the friendly distant they had, though or at least that was how it was from Mavis' side of the fence. Who knew though, a lot could change in a simple class like this on-

        "Mavis Elora Miller, you're going to be late! I'll finish packing your things!" Anneta- or rather, mom, yelled, actually having the day off from the hospital for once. It wasn't every day Mavis actually got to spend time with her own, biological mother, but it was always more then welcomed in the end. Looking around her room the, the blonde honestly didn't make much progress then earlier. Getting up from her bed, Mavis ran a hand through her hair as she let out a brief sigh. Right, going to be late.

        "I got it mom, I'm going, I'm going!" Mavis called back, grabbing her bag of clothing to change into after dance, as well as whatever else she had thrown into the bag just in case of the sudden need for them, Mavis headed out of the bedroom, down the hall, and stopped by the stairs to give her mother a tight hug. "I'll see you later, then."

        After a small nod and a 'call me when you're done', Mavis was practically jogging back down the stairs and deciding to forget about grabbing an umbrella. What did a little rain do to hurt anyone, anyway? Jumping into her car, Mavis took her sweet damn time getting to the studio. After all, what were they going to do if it was a simple two or three minutes? It wouldn't be anything that drastic.

        Pulling up into the parking lot, Mavis grabbed her bag, dumping her car keys into it. Shutting the bag tightly, she made her way into the studio slowly, regardless of how wet she ended up getting. Wasn't there some fact that if you ran in the rain, you honestly got wet the same amount you would of as walking?

        But that was besides the point, and the blonde found herself cringing as her damp body entered the class, noticing Anders right away. Shit. There was Zayn, talking with him, and Emi was already stretching. Oh well, she could just try and make the best of it. "Hey guys! I hope everyone had a good day!" Mavis bubbled, offering a smile as the smallest set down her bag in a distant, untouched corner before stretching. Now, just to wait for class to start.