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Mic Samson

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a character in “Everest Hill Preparatory Academy”, as played by Mashotu

Description

Mic "Tweak" Samson
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Micheal Alexander Ssamson || Tweak || 17 || November 12th || Homosexual || Orlando, Florida


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Secret
Mic picked up drugs from his older brother who made the stuff. He taught him the ropes of how to make crack and where to find pot and an assortment of pills. After getting hooked on the stuff himself, he realized he didn't have enough money for more. So that's when he stole some of his brother's stash, traded it and eventually started his own business. After his brother burnt down their only home the two became homeless, and since all their money was in that house, they had none of that either. When Mic got into Everest Hill, he picked up his old business and started to pay his way through school. And on some days, he was even able to hold onto a little spending money that wasn't for more drugs.

Likes
~Drugs
~Colorful things
~Men
~(secret) Cute things

Dislikes
~Fussy people
~Teachers
~Being broke
~Homophobes


Fears
~Fire
~Death




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Personality
Mic has two personalities actually. His High personality and his Down personality.

When he's high, he's the happiest man on the planet. It doesn't matter what he's on, he's happy with it. He will talk nicely to people and be in an all around good mood. The funny thing is, he doesn't act like a high person when he's high. Just like a really happy person. And since he's usually high at school, everyone seems to think he's usually a happy and nice person. No one can tell he's on drugs.

Now, when he's down, he's scary as fuck. He acts like he has a migraine plus a headache and on top of that, he learned he just went bankrupt. And to add salt in the wound, a dog piss on his boot. Think about how you'd be, multiplied by ten. So yeah, not pretty. This is his actual personality. By nature, he is bitter and angry from all the crap he's been through. He doesn't trust a sole when he's down, but trusts everybody when he's high. But even though he's more angry when he's down, this is also when he's the most clear of minds. So if you want to actually have a conversation with the man about something serious, find him when he's down.


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History
Mic grew up with older brother since he was six after his father burned in a fire and his mother went batshit crazy afterwards. His brother was actually a good capable guardian for awhile. That is... Until he discovered drugs. Long story short, his brother went from a decent guy, to a roaring drug addict in a span of two months. They lost everything they had pretty much and had to move into a small almost abandoned house.

It was around the age of eleven that his brother got him hooked at the stuff as well. Of course, his brother never meant to get him addicted. He was just working on making a few batches for himself and for a few friends. When he went out for an hour or two, Mic had snuck into his "lab" and sampled the finished product. Finding he liked it, Mic decided to take all of it.

Now that both of the brothers were addicted, they're life went even farther into the deep end. It got to the point of where Mic was so high at a party once, he almost injected himself with the stuff that's inside a GlowStick thinking it was a new thing he hadn't tried yet. If some girl hadn't stopped him, he would have died.

When he figured out he could go to Everest Hill Prep he jumped at it. Even if he said he didn't want to go, his brother would have made him go. Of course, since they had no money, Mic decided to sell off most his supply for the tuition. Since it worked so well, he continued to do it while he was in school. He is now the number one buyer/seller of drugs in the neighborhood around Everest Hill Prep. Of course, no one knows this...

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~He keeps his identity hidden when selling or buying. No one, not even people in the school, knows it's him.
~Good advice giver
~No one can tell he's high. It's like a gift.

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So begins...

Mic Samson's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Katherine Moreau Character Portrait: Joanna Carter Character Portrait: Anais Parker Character Portrait: Archie Davenport Character Portrait: Mic Samson
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Whoever invented alarm clocks must have wanted to watch the world burn. The incessant buzzing and blaring, while they easily managed to wake up the slumbering Katherine Moreau, also succeed in annoying the 18 year old, so that when she finally hit the off button, it was by slamming her hand down and letting out a groan. Running a hand through disheveled hair and standing to her feet. Looking down at her nightstand, she couldn't help the smile at the small picture that sat there. A little boy, on his second birthday, with cake and icing practically covering his face. Kate missed her son, but she took solace in the fact that come the weekend, she'd get to see him. In truth, there were very few people, if any, that Kate admired more than her parents. The parents who took care of her and kept her safe even after she'd made her mistake, and then cared for and, without a doubt, spoiled the little ball of energy that was their grandson.

After taking a quick shower to wake herself up, and blow drying her hair, and rifling through her closet to find some clothes, the girl stood by her small desk and shoveled in her books and papers. Kate was one of those girls who, instead of partying with the rest of her generation, often preferred to stay in and read, finish up assignments, or watch some random movie she had on DVD or found on Netflix. She didn't drink or do drugs, and she didn't care to flirt with every boy who passed her by. She was just...different.

Sitting back on her bed, the girl slipped her feet into a pair of sandals before quietly making her way out of her room, careful not to disturb her roommate, if Archie was in there. Kate hadn't paid enough attention to check. But, now that she was out, she walked down the long winding hallways until she finally rounded a corner and walked out onto the grounds.

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Jo had always considered sleep to be one of her best friends. After all, when she slept, she got to dream, and when she was in her dreams, anything was possible. She could do things that would never be possible or never could be possible. She could swim in the deepest ocean, or glide over the highest--no, wait, that's from Harry Potter. But Dumbledore was right. In dreams, you really do enter a world that's entirely your own.

But, you have to get back to reality at some point. And that point happens when you wake up. Which was exactly what Joanna Carter was struggling with at that moment. She was currently making any and all attempts to convince herself that she didn't need to wake up. Making all sorts of excuses that said getting out of bed was just not worth it. One of her top reasons was just that her bed was warm and comfortable and just outside her blanket was a dangerous world filled with essays and people.

Eventually though, she forced herself to rise from her warm bed and go through her albeit simple morning routine. Jo wasn't the kind of person to do much. Even her wardrobe. She was the type of person to love over-sized sweaters, sneakers, and jeans. When it came to her hair, there was never much she could do. It was long and pale blonde and always looked full and as hard as she tried, she knew it would never be sleek or smooth. So she just brushed it and left it as it was, which didn't do much to sway from the idea that the girl had just gotten out of bed. Luckily that wasn't too far from the truth.

Glancing around once for her roommate, Anais, Jo grabbed her bag and left, making her way down the hallways towards the boy's dorm hall, where she would start her day by checking if her best friend in the academy, Mic Samson, was awake yet. Walking up to his door, she tapped out a little rhythm on the wood and waited.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Darian Summers Character Portrait: Adam Tew Character Portrait: Zander Mattheson Character Portrait: Mic Samson Character Portrait: Scott Hudson Character Portrait: Tristan Hill
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Mic Samson

Mic, hated the the world currently. Why? Because he was awake. He didn't like morning because this was when all of the blessings from above completely avoided him. Instead, he would always wake up in a terrible down. So, he go up, grabbed some essentials for the day, and went into the bathroom that was down the hall. It was there, that he pulled out a little baggie and rolled himself up a nice fat one. It was no secret that people smoked in here, so if people smelt it, they'd just think it was some fancy ass cigarette because of the smell.

After the first few puffs, Mic was finally starting to gain his chipper mood back. He finished his weed and headed to the showers to do exactly what the name entitles. Shower. 'cause he could not walk around smelling like beggars on the street. Sure they were nice people some of the time, but that doesn't mean he has to like their smell enough to want to wear it.

Coming out squeeky clean, Mic walked back to his dorm, pants on but shirt in hand, only to find Jo on here way to wake him up. "Looks like I beat you, this morning." He said, giving his friend a wink.

Adam Tew

Adam had actually woken up to nightmare that morning. His eyes shot open and he was freaking out mentally until he realized he was in his dorm. Not at home like he had been in his head. He glanced at the clock and realized it was only 3:24. He groaned, but knew there was no way in hell he was going back to sleep, no matter how tired he was. So, he stayed awake until his alarm hang. Unlike most people, he was quite fond of his alarm. Mostly 'cause his was set on his phone so he had an awesomely catchy tone to wake up to.

He rolled out of bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He was always the first to wake up in his dorm, not because he didn't like sleep as much as the next guy, but because his body refused to sleep more than five hours until it gives out and has him sleep till about noon when he'd gone to bed at 12.

He got ready for the day and exited his room. Placing his usual fake ass smile on his face he walked to go find something to eat. First though, he stopped by the drama club. The new play was going to be posted soon and no one knew what it was. So he wanted to see if the lead role was actually worth trying for. He knocked on his instructor's door but there was no reply. "Probably isn't even awake yet is he?" Adam wondered as he looked down the hall where the teacher's dorms would most likely be.

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Character Portrait: Darian Summers Character Portrait: Adam Tew Character Portrait: Zander Mattheson Character Portrait: Mic Samson Character Portrait: Scott Hudson Character Portrait: Tristan Hill
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Shut up." Dallan muttered as he hit the snooze button on the alarm clock that he was really regretting buying. Why did he waste his money? More importantly, why the hell did he set the alarm for so early? He should have set it for ten or something.
Yeah, ten o'clock was good.
The beeping stopped. Thank God.
Dallan closed his eyes in hopes to get in a few more minutes of sleep. He hadn't dreamt of anything that was worthy of remembering, but maybe he'd have a nice dream about eating rice pudding and flatbread. Yum.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Had it been five minutes already? Opening one eye, Dallan looked over at the dreaded box of noise. He rolled over and pulled the blankets over his head, maybe if he waited long enough, it'd shut up up and he'd be able to sleep for another hour or so... a wonderful hour of wonderful sleep.
Beep! Beep! Beep! The sound grew louder... then louder... and finally Dallan couldn't take it anymore.
"Shut up!" He shouted angrily. Reaching over, Dallan grabbed the alarm clocks cord and yanked it out of the plug and threw the box of noise across the room. It hit the wall with a crash, probably breaking something, and fell to the floor with a thud, probably falling on something.
That was better. Mr. Alarm Clock wouldn't be bothering him again until tomorrow.
"Sorry, Hill." Dallan apologized, wondering if he woke his roommate, and every other guy in the boys dorm. Maybe Tristan, as well as everyone else, had gotten used to the alarm clock being thrown every morning, Dallan shouting at the stupid thing, and things mercilessly being broken, so the noise didn't even wake them anymore.
On the other hand, probably not.

Dallan rolled out of bed, lazily arranged the blankets and pillows to make the room look like he put a little effort into keeping it nice, and threw on a pair of clothes that he probably wore a few days ago.
Looking around, Dallan realized he really needed to do his laundry. He shrugged. He'd do it later. Man, he missed his parents doing all that stuff for him.
Pulling on a pair of shoes, Dallan threw a pillow over at Tristan's bed.
"Wake up, lazy bones." He said, taking another pillow and throwing it at Tristan as well.
Dallan rolled his eyes, "I'm gonna look for something to eat before class, you want anything?" He offered, already opening the room door.