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"There's always another choice to make, Dad."

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a character in “Teen Wolf: Beauty of the Beast”, as played by chanelindistress

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Full Name
Moriah Anchal Bishaw

Nickname(s)
"I'm the oldest girl and all of my younger siblings really sunk their grubby little claws on the first syllable of my name, so they go around calling me Momo, especially the baby. Everyone else, either call me by my name or call me YaYa."

Date of Birth
May 13, 1999

Age
17

Astrological Sign
Gemini

Nationality
African-American

Ethnicity
"Most times, we refer to ourselves as black. Neither of my parents get really specific most of the time until people ask, so we just identify as black. However, on my Dad's side, there's both Ethiopian and Indian, with meree daadee, my grandma, being Konkani. My mom is first generation Haitian-American. All I know is my greedy ass stay in the kitchen on the holidays. Thanksgiving is so lit."

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Sexual Orientation
"I don't get how girls gotta deal with people questioning our shit if we find other girls attractive. Like, let me give this queen a shoutout for that bomb ass twist out and the way she's working them H&M jeans. There's no doubt in my mind that I'm straight, figured that out a loooooooong time ago. But that don't mean I can't acknowledge that another chick is pretty. We give dude compliments for being sub-par and doing the bare minimum. Let me show some appreciation."

Sexual History
"After Jake and I broke up, I hooked up with a college guy at a party. Other than those two, I've been a real good girl."

Relationship History
"First grade boyfriend is a longtime childhood friend, Derek. Honestly, he had my lil heart cuz he was my duet partner for every Disney love song and stayed bringing me sour punch straws. The next was my sixth grade boyfriend, Javie. Lasted up until the middle of seventh grade when I transferred to Buckley. Can't save a relationship from across the country. The last and my longest relationship was with Jake, my first love. This year would've marked four years, but he graduated last year. We kinda already knew things were done before prom. We were great, don't get me wrong. Had crazy arguments that usually meant a lot of bomb sex, but we knew we weren't as much of a forever thing as everyone else thought. It hurt, yeah, but I'm a senior now, and I'm not spending any more time crying over something I knew was going to be over last year. This year is about fun for me and I'm very excited to see what the single train is gonna get me involved with."

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Height
5'6

Weight
Approx. 144 lbs

Body Shape
Hourglass

Body Type
Mesomorph

Shape of Face
Diamond

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Eye Color
Forest Green

Skin Tone
A rich umber, a dark yellow-brown that darkens
under the more fervent summer rays

Hair Color
Jet-black {Natural}
Black {Current Extensions}

Hair Length
Shoulder Length {Natural}
Long {Current Extensions}

Hairstyle(s)
Varies day-to-day, depending on installed extensions

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Physical Impairments
None

Distinguishing Marks
Beauty Mark Under Left Eye
Beauty Mark On Top Right Corner of Mouth

Piercings
Lobe Piercing {Both}
Double Helix Piercing {Right Ear}
Bellybutton Piercing

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Style of Dress
Varying with a
foundation in urban streetwear

Upkeep
Flat Tummy Tea 2 wks a Month
Natural Home Remedies for Skin
Shea Moisture Raw Shea Butter Hair Products
Personal Trainer
Private Stylist
Personal Chef

Overall Attractiveness
With Makeup: 10/10
Without Makeup: 8.5/10

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"Okay, listen...I'm about to tell y'all something that most of these slim-thick-witcho-cute-ass Instagram heuxes won't tell you - and this is definitely for my itty bitty committee babies who either can't wait to grow some curves or are wishing that they had grown them. There is absolutely nothing sexy or gratifying about having dudes old enough to be yo granddaddy eyeing you like you're the juiciest burger at Shake Shack or constantly being in your ear talking about how you done filled out nicely. I promise you - that is the most traumatizing shit you can go through, especially for black girls because our body mass indexes are naturally higher and as lit as being black is, we got some serious perverts in the community. It's everywhere, don't get me wrong, but you don't know how scary that shit is until you're in Atlanta on a hot summer day at Five Points Station and some Uncle Ruckus lookin brotha licking his crusty ass, Sahara-desert dry lips cuz you showed some thighs today. In shorts. Because you're twelve and it's normal for anyone your age to wear them if they wanna be comfortable. Not to mention the older women on their front porches telling yo mama to watch you because your curves somehow already make you a "fast ass." I love my body now, don't get me wrong. But make no mistake, when you develop at nine years old and already gotta wear regular bras, that shit ain't as great as social media glorifies it to be. Take that from a spoiled ass lil Southern baby from A-Town who absolutely hated puberty for a good while.

With that being said, I know I'm bad as fuck and call it vanity or whatever you want, but there's no denying that I'm a nice glass of chocolate lusciousness, thank you very much. For one, by the time I was twelve, we definitely realized that there was no stopping me from being thick like my mama. I'm fit. I've been on a competitive dance team since I was five, on an all-star cheerleading team and doing gymnastics for a bit longer than that. But I was gonna be thick no matter what and ya know what? I am a firm believer that thick thighs save lives. Lookie here, baby can eat and trust, when you've got a few cultures brewing up in here like I do, your tummy's gonna stay craving that good shit and I love me some food. I also know that I hate when I get too bloated or when all my life's work seems to go down the drain when I look a little pudgier than normal, so I put in the work. We have a personal chef, Miss Danielle Saunders, who keeps our daily food tasting nice, but without all of the caloric bullshit I like partaking in. I am also an ambassador for Flat Tummy Tea, which is definitely a thing my mom and I don't agree on, but it's my body and it hasn't hurt me. The tea actually works. Don't get me wrong - I'm no health buff and I've skipped out on a gym session or two, but that's also why I make sure I'm having fun when I work out. Both of my brothers play football, so all of the siblings do the drills with them in the yard, in the field, or we play football as a family. My trainer at Fitwall recommended bungee workouts and I just like finding new things. Again, I'm not faithful. Put some tacos in my face and I'm bound to crush. Let it be a Tuesday and I don't feel like working out, and I swear fo God, I will pretend like my notifications on my phone don't work. But I do put in some work and obviously, the results are nice pretty nice, if I do say so myself. My eyes are a nice darkish green that'll look more brown tomorrow than they do today, but that's okay and the one thing I've always been sure of is that unlike some people, I don't need plumpers or YouTube DIY vids to make my lips look plumper than they are.

One of my biggest pieces of advice for skin is definitely staying hydrated. I cannot say it enough - H20 is the name of the game and don't let no one else tell you otherwise. My water bottle has a filter already installed, so I just keep on filling it up and I promise you - I haven't had to deal with a pimple, other than when I'm really stressed, since I was thirteen. It also helps that I have tried and true methods from my mom, natural methods. For one, coconut oil is a staple in my house. I prefer getting waxed, but when I don't wanna deal with the pain and still want super soft and smooth skin, coconut oil when I'm shaving is god-sent. We do green tea and honey facial masks twice per week along with exfoliation every two weeks. And I only wash my skin with African black soap. Karen Gutierrez is an actual angel that stays anointing my cuticles and keeping my nails looking good. Like, she's always there at the drop of a dime, and my mom is vigilant in calling her. The family brand for our hair is definitely Shea Moisture, with my products being the raw shea butter collection.

The only time anyone ever sees my hair is when I have this shoulder length style in my naturally black color. If it's another color, it's either a wig or extensions, craftily applied by my favorite stylist, Naomi. Other than that one exception, I'm all about protective hairstyles. Everyone has seen me in so many different extensions ranging from red, gray, silver with iridescent purple or blue, teal - there's not many colors that I'm not willing to try. Even as highlights in my braids. But I make a habit of keeping my actual hair taken care of. Naomi Porto is just another one of God's many ways of reminding me that I'm blessed with these keratin-bonded extensions, but I do try to give my actual hair loving. I do a deep conditioning, even with the extensions, once a week. I try to avoid using too much oil, especially where the panels might be, and I've rarely actually kept the extensions in for the proposed six months since I know that by the eight week mark, it's better to just go ahead and wear my hair short for awhile before heat damage can occur. Every once in awhile, I might let you see my super curly, somewhat coily hair, but that's a rarity because that shit is crazy thick and I know how lazy I can get. But I'm also trying to make sure I don't damage my hair, which means protective styles for the win.

One of the things that I appreciated about moving from Hotlanta to California is that my wardrobe didn't have to change much. I mean, obviously, I don't really need my thick ass winter coats and scarves, and there really doesn't need to be a reason for my mama to go shopping cuz she will in a heartbeat, but nothing really changed. As always, I dress to celebrate my body, not for anyone's attention. I hate when curvier girls are told to wear this or that or be more conservative. Like, no, don't go around policing my body and not Skinny Minnie over there. Instead of worrying about us looking cute for ourselves and our Instagram selfies, how about y'all police those fuckboys parading around as supposedly grown ass men! With that being said, I'm not strolling up in school with booty shorts and a bralette. Like, that's the quickest way to get yo ass in-school suspension and sent home to explain to yo mama why you decided to be grown at school. I tone it down there. If I really am not feeling a shirt and I just wanna wear a sports bra, obviously that means it's hoodie day. I've definitely got this urban thing going on and that's definitely the Atlantian in me, but I have my girlier days. Growing up, I can admit that I didn't necessarily care about girlier options until I was about twelve. You could see me in army fatigue, oversized jersey shirts that I would tie on the side of my hip with jeans or make into a dress, sneakers and snapbacks. I was not about that dress life unless I was modeling or performing. However, I grew up and I must say, I am much girlier. I still wear will ripped jeans and a long sleeved crop top with sneakers, but the next day I'm back to some dress or skirt set.

My family has enough money for me to have every luxury fashion brand in existence in my closet, which I do since my mama shops for everybody and she wants physical proof of what her hard-earned money's earned her, but it's not like my every outfit is the equivalent of some working class child's mother's monthly paycheck. At least, I try not to do that. I can't help it since it's not like I rifle through my shit to make sure my outfit don't offend your delicate sensibilities, but I don't think I'm that much of a show-off. I only show off that much when I want you to see how much more flexible I am than you or that my stamina is on point in gym. I have my days when I really just wanna wear timbs and sweatpants, or I wanna wear a playsuit and heels. And I think the biggest thing is that I'm not even trying to be sexy or embody sex when I put on clothes. I like wearing what other girls can have, especially when I know my body is tight and deserves to be seen in a crop top. It just so happens that you can't really hide my junk in the trunk unless you're buying me shit that's four sizes to big and if you even try me with that shit, you gonna find all your hard-earned money either put into the nearest Salvation Army or, cuz I can be a petty ass bitch, in the garbage. Preferably set on fire, but that depends on my mood."

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Good Personality Traits
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Self-Assured

Cunning

Passionate

Observant

Vivacious

Strong-Willed

Spontaneous

Carefree

Debonair

Seductive

Independent

Adventurous

Entertaining

Loyal

Resourceful

Resilient

Humorous

Persuasive
Bad Personality Traits
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Headstrong

Cutthroat

Petty

Remorseless

Egotistical

Fierce

Intolerable

Blunt

Easily Bored

Calculative

Flirtatious

Domineering

Sarcastic

Competitive

Vindictive

Manipulative

Shameless

Meddlesome
The thing about about Moriah is that she's always been a rather popular person, and it has never been as much about her wealth and attractiveness as it has been about the fact that she's a rather open and friendly person. Moriah is a social chameleon with more interests than her selectively small group of close friends can handle, which for her means that she simply finds echoes of her likes and interests in others. So, as much as she knows other Listers aren't too fond of her talking to a few Artists or Drifters (and definitely because she really isn't a Lifer like them), Moriah doesn't care. She's a people person, after all. It's also why she wasn't particularly nervous nor intimidated upon her initial transfer to the Buckley School and had to work her way up. As she's assured her millions of followers on social media and friends back at home, and even those she knows here at Buckley, she's not interested in another crown. It's simple really; she has a tactic at every place that she's in. For one, being able to extend herself past her social circle enables her to have an ear in every conversation. While some Listers might not push themselves much to associate with those below them, for one, Moriah has never seen any real harm in befriending people, even on a surface level.

Part of it is that the next person she talks to could be her next person to talk Dragon Ball Z with or HTGAWM, the other part is because each and every relationship she establishes can be useful. Moriah wouldn't say that everyone person she befriends is expendable, but they're definitely detrimental in having an ally in different arenas. For her, there's always one other person, outside of her main crew, that she trusts to give her the real and keep her updated on any secrets and gossip that might run be running rampant on the down low. It's not to say that Moriah's going about buying bestie bracelets for each and every person you might catch her grinning at her locker with, but she's definitely represented herself as at least one cheerleader people can rest assure that they'll find something relatable about, whether it's the fact that she binge-watched all of the Supernatural episodes up until the most recent one or because she had a small seizure over Zaddy Zayn looking crazy fine at the AMAs. Now, granted, she doesn't just use. the information she has acquired for good considering she does love a good dosage of gossip to pettily smile about in the corner or share with a friend or two when they all need a laugh. In fact, the aforementioned desire to have people - "minions" at the very least - at every corner is because Moriah still has her queen sensibilities about her. She's manipulative and is very astute and getting her way, getting people to do what she wants. Whatever that has been whispered in the halls will reach her ears, rest assured. It's a matter of what she chooses to do with it.

For all those who know her, and this includes those she smiles at or talks to from time to time, Moriah has always been a rather bold and lively person that people are bound to have fun with. No matter what the situation is, you're bound to wind up laughing with Moriah, partly because of her mandate of keeping it real, which means bluntly delivering witty remarks and shade from time to time, but also because she's just a larger than life personality. She's flirty and at times shameless with words. She can be openly flirtatious and has no problem with expressing herself. She's also the type to get quite bored easily, with both people and events, which is why she's always spotting the next big event to go to or simply throwing a party herself when the mood strikes. Moriah is low-key competitive and daring, which means that whether you're a date or a friend, you very well may find yourself in the middle of a very heated video game session or go-kart race, and best believe Moriah's going to give it her all to beat you. She's a doer, at the end of the day, always ready to go somewhere or just do something, even if it's bowling or roller-blading, and she can be a lot, no doubt.

Not everyone can handle her all of the time and Moriah gets that. She also not changing anytime soon. Her close friends and absolute best of best friends know her; they know how bubbly and well-intended she can be. They also know that she's always there for people, in her own way. Moriah might not be the one who cuddles with you when you're sad unless you're her ride-or-die, in which case she'll set aside her "gangsta ways" to cry real thug tears with you, but she'll definitely be that friend who's more than willing to lighten the mood. She'll drop a hint of unsuspecting wisdom on you, that's for sure, but she's not the type to coo at you unless you're a baby. She won't sit around letting a friend weep over an ex or a cheating spouse, or even drown in their own insecurities. In fact, best believe that Moriah is the main one forcing a shot of vodka down your throat, finding a glorious outfit in your closet, and the first one with the details about a party circulating on Twitter. And if it just so happens that that ex happens to see you getting that guy or girl's number at the club, or just how good you look in the outfit she picked because Moriah winded up sending them a pic, well, then so be it. She never said she wasn't a meddlesome little thing that likes to be a witness to the drama, even if she has to set things off covertly. She can be a bit opinionated at times and obstinate about getting her way, but Moriah is pretty darn good friend when she wants to be.

A thing that a select few might see as a flaw, but Moriah wouldn't is that she has a rather indomitable spirit and a confidence about herself that's definitely admirable. Does Moriah have her moments? Absolutely. She feels self-conscious every other day, sure, but she also knows her worth, both in the sense that she's not about to be treated less than any other person considering she's a human being who deserves respect; but also as a girl who damn sure isn't going to go around needing some guy to validate her existence with his attention. Moriah demands respect and it is a rarity for her to not walk with her head held high. There might be an underlying arrogance in there; she can't exactly deny that. But Moriah also was instilled from a young age with a need to remind herself daily that she's a glorious human being, with black girl magic dripping from her sweat and nothing but soul echoing from her every footstep. What she definitely acknowledges is that she can be a merciless bitch.

For all of her sociable and rather charming disposition, Moriah is the type to still be feared because once crossed or disrespected, there's no doubt that she'll be one tough crookie to crack. Her beguiling smiles might have you fooled and the fact that she's always laughing leaves it near impossible to truly find her intimidating on a surface level, but trust that when she wants to end a person, it will happen. Being both the second-oldest sibling and always having been an individual with a leadership position to some degree, she is very skilled at reading people and situations. Moriah won't claim that she's the smartest little thing on the block, but she's definitely got the street smarts from her mother and the book smarts from her father to be able to get to know other people's tells and what they won't say about themselves while having a full-blown conversation. Not only is she sharp with words and has a silver tongue that has gotten her the results she has wanted, but Moriah has no problem with approaching a situation or person face first. There's nothing like having people fight your battles while you're able to claim victory, but she's also not afraid to lay hands. Even for those she cares about, depending on the situation. As her mama has always said, a lady never starts a fight, but she damn sure can finish it, and once Moriah decides to finish you, regardless of who you are, it's a wrap.

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Strength(s)
One of Moriah's greatest strengths is her infallible strength as a person. No matter how hard situations gets, no matter how much someone hurts her, she never allows the situation to weigh her down nor keep her from living her life. Moriah unflinchingly gets back up again and while she's more than likely going to get the person back, there hasn't been a problem that she's faced where she hasn't been able to learn from it and do better. She's never been the type to need validation from another human being. Her insecurities have never fallen in line with not feeling good enough for another being or that she needs to change anything about herself. Lastly, Moriah, since she was young, has learned to perfect the perfect trustworthy demeanor to get people to do what she wants, whether that's her seducing a person into her bed or at least wanting to get in her bed, or doing her bidding. It could be the fact that her sweet brown eyes seem much more captivating when she tilts her head a certain way, or just in the way she touches a person while speaking - something about her attracts people and combined with her silver tongue, makes them want to do whatever it is that she wants them to do.

Weakness(es)
For one, she's vindictive and has a bit of an underlying abrasive nature. Whether it means getting to say she has to last laugh or even going so far as to get a person kicked out of her school, Moriah is the type that believes quite strongly in "an eye for an eye." Her biggest weakness then would be a bit of that pride. It's not that she hates losing or not being perfect, but she hates feeling threatened or like anyone thinks they're better than her, or has something over her. It rubs her the wrong way. She's definitely hard-headed as she's a natural-born leader who doesn't always remember that other people are going to want to do things their own awy.

Greatest Joys in Life
"Duh, being me. No one else, other than my siblings, can say that they have my life, in particular. That they have my parents and exist in the way that I do. I'm gorgeous, black, smart, and undoubtedly gonna do great things. I love being me. Second, only to that, is my family. My life would not be as great, especially not without my parents, without each and every last person."

Greatest Fears
"As ridiculous as this sounds, I am not here for zombies. Like, I've watched all the zombie movies and all that jazz, and I promise you, that's the reason why I can't live near cemeteries, be near cemeteries, go to cemeteries, you name it. Like, I'd honestly shoot myself. But more than that, I guess, not amounting to anything. I have no real reason to actually go and do much with my life other than take over for one of my parents. I don't wanna fall into the easy way of just letting them take care of me for the rest of my life, even though they have more than enough money to do so. But I don't wanna be that kid who just waits for their parents to care for them, not when I have two self-made business people as parents."

Priorities
"As of right now, my priorities are aligned with my short term goals which are to get lit and graduate. Main things. Have fun for the year and make sure that I'm definitely walking across the stage."

Life Philosophy
“The conundrum of sanity and insanity, is that it serves us to be some of each. It's really only a question of degrees. You cannot possibly be 100% adjusted and live in this INSANE world. A little bit of crazy is a coping skill.”
― Kelli Jae Baeli, Too Much World

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Hometown
Atlanta, GA, USA

Upbringing
Structured
Luxurious

Idol or Hero
Storm, AKA Ororo Munroe

Pets
Ororo or 'Ro || Female || Lavender Albino Python
T'Challa or Chachee || Male || Blue Eyed Leucistic Ball Python
Ash || Male || Dogo Argentino

Dreams
Become Queen of Wakanda
To Be The Very Best That No One Ever Was

Education
The Academe of the Oaks {PreK - 7}
The Buckley School {8 - Current}

Socioeconomic Status
Wealthy
Father's Net Worth: $3.1 Billion
Mother's Net Worth: $1.2 Trillion

Other Residence(s)
Childhood Residence || Atlanta, GA, USA
Chinyere Shanks Estate || Manhattan, NY, USA
Vacation Home || Papeete,Tahiti, French Polynesia

Gulfstream G550 Jet
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Diamonds Are Forever
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Current Household
2 Parents
2 Teenagers
2 Kids
4 Pets
10 Live-In Staff

Pets
Ororo or 'Ro || Female || Lavender Albino Python || 15 yrs. old
T'Challa or Chachee || Male || Blue Eyed Leucistic Ball Python || 10 yrs. old
Ash || Male || Dogo Argentino || 7 yrs. old
Jinx || Female || Bichon Frise || 3 yrs. old

Secrets
Had A Pregnancy Scare Over the Summer
Cheated On Her Boyfriend Last Spring Because He Cheated On Her

Summer Spent
2 Weeks in Atlanta, GA, USA
3 Weeks in Tahiti, French Polynesia
Pilates at the Calabasas Country Club
Weekend at Tokyo DisneySea
Excessive Retail Therapy
1 Week Yatching
Weekend in Dubai
Fashion Shows
Modeling

Main Residence
25067 Jim Bridger Road, Hidden Hills, CA 91302

Mode(s) of Transportation
2017 Jaguar F-PACE
{ X, X, X, X, X, X }

2015 Lexus LF-C2 Concept
{ X, X, X, X, X, X, X, X, X }

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|| The Parents ||
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|| Keith Bishaw ~ Father ~ Fifty-One | Chinyere Shanks ~ Mother ~ Forty-Five ||
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"What is there to say about my beautiful parents other than the fact that I am above proud of all of their accomplishments and so proud to be a product of their brilliance and their love. Honestly, my parents are literally my number one OTP, hands down. They met in Atlanta when they both attended Georgia Tech and they were glued to each other, despite their careers being relatively different. My Dad, Keith Powers, is a co-founder of Home Depot and while he no longer is as involved as he was before, he definitely is still majority shareholder. He serves on the Board of Trustees of Emory University, on the boards of Staples and Cox Enterprises, is chairman of the Keith Bishaw Family Foundation, and he owns the Atlanta Falcons in the National Football League, along with Atlanta United in Major League Soccer. My mom, a first generation Haitian-American whose two immigrant parents came to this country to get their daughter closer to a higher education no matter the cost, is both acting CEO of Siebert Financial Corporation, a broker/dealer institutional investment bank founded by Wall Street legend Muriel Seibert, and CEO of Siebert Brandford Shank & Co. LLC, number two in tax-exempt securities with $7.09 billion in lead issues on the BE Investment Banks list.

To say that being the oldest daughter of a prolific black businessman in this country, in this day and age, is truly a blessing and something to be proud of. Which I am. I love my Daddy, even though he went and had two other little girls with mama behind my back. My Dad had been relatively middle class his entire life and had told me that back then, he had vowed to give his all to providing his family and generations to come with everything that he had had, and then some. And he's done exactly that. More than that, though, he has yet to allow his career affect his family life. As much as you might see my mom on my social media, that's mostly because my Dad isn't a picture person. It doesn't mean he's not there. Every recital, football and basketball game, every cheer competition and especially birthday parties - Daddy always makes time. Honestly, he's been the example that I look for in guys I wanna get serious with, not that I need a guy to spoil me too much since Daddy's pretty much got that covered for a lifetime, but just in the way he loves and respects my mama, and genuinely and openly admires her. This man literally turned a speech about gaining an award into a love letter in front of hundreds of people. I will never forget how sprung he is.

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I know we talk about having our ride-or-dies or our besties, but my number one girl - second to Sophie, since she seems to think she runs my life - is my mama. She and I signed a modeling contract when I was nine, when I was really upset about my body image, just so that she could show me how to love the woman I was becoming. And despite being this big-time, richest woman on Wall Street, that's still been her goal, for myself and Genneya. Does she get on my nerves from time to time? Definitely. We've had it out several times before if it's not because I didn't make sure Linc did all his homework or because I went to another party on a school week. At the end of the day, however, even though she's constantly having to fly from New York to Calabasas and back again, I've never felt estranged from her and that's something I can appreciate. She holds meetings here at the house office just to not have to leave. Not to mention the fact that even though I'm definitely still scared as fuck of my mom and know better than to step too strong to her, there's only so much fear I can have in my heart for a woman who literally goes all heart eyes over shoes. Y'all think I'm being dramatic about how much my mama loves clothes, but come look in my house. We knocked back what could have been three smaller bedrooms to make a huge closet and basically dressing room with two vanities because this woman bought clothes for both my closet, Genneya's closet, and her own that could not fit into our bedroom closets. And we have walk-in-closets in our bedrooms."

|| The Siblings ||
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|| Damien Bishaw ~ Older Brother ~ Twenty | Lincoln Bishaw ~ Younger Brother ~ Ten ||
|| Genneya Bishaw ~ Younger Sister ~ Fourteen | Sophia Bishaw ~ Baby Sister ~ Two ||

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"Damien is my lovable pain in the ass older brother. Before the others came about, it was me and him, and I'll never forget that. I'm super proud of him being at Georgia Tech, our parents' shared alma mater, and I know he's gonna be great. He's still an annoying shit and I'm low-key grateful his ass is out of my house so that he can stop getting on my everlasting nerves, but I definitely miss him. Not by much since he makes it a habit to fly home - when absolutely no one asked for him to do this - every weekend, or at least twice a month. Luckily, it's not that damn quiet since Lincoln's getting older.

Linc is only ten years old and is already a mess. For one, he's decided that he's gonna be the greatest football player in the family and eventually is gonna play for the Falcons, which Daddy is too thrilled for. I could care less as long he learns to clean up after himself. And stops trying to tackle me all the damn time. Like, dude, do I look like a linebacker? Jesus. Anyway, definitely love baby boy and all, and he's definitely my video game and Marvel partner. Every Marvel movie that comes out - he's my boo. He's gonna drive me crazy when he actually becomes interested in girls. Or guys - whichever way he swings, since he doesn't seem to know nor care yet, he's gonna be a heartbreaker.

What can I say about my baby Gigi? She's at Buckley like Lincoln and I are, and she's...managing. I know Genneya doesn't think I care, but I do watch her from time to time and I know that she has a ways to go. Do I want her to aim to be some A-Lister when that's not what she wants? Definitely not. No baby sister of mine will be anywhere she doesn't want to be. But I also want her to apply herself a bit better, at least in terms of the social scene cuz baby girl is definitely like her big sister in dancing. Though, and don't tell her I said this, she's definitely surpassed me already and I'm super proud. The point is that I wish she would stop thinking I have some kind of expectation for her cuz I don't. All I want is for people to know that I'll fuck up all of their shit if they fuck with my baby sister when I'm gone, and that I love every inch of her little milk chocolate self.

Lastly, there is Sophia and I promise you - this child is gonna give them Buckley kids hell when she gets there cuz she's already calling the shots at home. Like, I swear fo God - she literally runs everything and everyone. If Sophia tells you that it's time to watch Shimmer and Shine or Paw Patrol, bitch you better get yo shit together and watch Shimmer and Shine make it divine, damn it. This is my number one right here and as I tell anyone who's trying to be a part of my life, my family is a big deal, especially this baby. If you can't handle an expressive mini-me, because she literally looks like me when I was a baby, talking smack to you in baby, then you obviously need to get this stepping cuz you obviously don't know how entertaining that shit is to not want to sit down and watch this two-year old roll her eyes at you."

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Short Term Goals
"To be lit and graduate, duh. It would be too optimistic of myself to say that this year will be drama-free, because when has it ever been drama-free. Never, that's when. But I'm definitely all about enjoying my senior year, doing new things now that I'm no longer off the market and am able to do whatever it is I could not do while taken, and just spending my time with my babies."

Long Term Goals
"I definitely plan on taking over my mother's financial empire. Between myselg and Damien, I was always the one who wanted it and I have no problem with working to prove to mom that I deserve it and that I can make it better. So, in a few years, I plan to have graduated from the Stern Business School and be able to work my way up in the company or at least until mama decides that I've earned her trust in her baby. I mean, I would like to say that I've been in a stable relationship by then, but only time will tell."

Aspirations
"A lot of people who knew me growing up remember a time when little Moriah wanted to be the next Mariah Carey. Or Janet Jackson. I had always said that I wanted to go into music. However, when all is said and done and my mom gets older and is ready to step down, I don't want anyone but myself or one of my siblings taking her place as CEO of both corporations. She built her own empire and then rebuilt another with such magnanimity and grace, and I would be damned if all of her hardwork doesn't stay in the family. So, one of my aspirations would definitely be to be able to take this from her, expand upon it, and make sure that her dream and her parents' dream for her does not die. I've always been pretty good at being a leader, it came naturally to me. And numbers and mathematics were always what I was best at, aside from performing. So, there's that. My only other aspiration is to have the family that my parents have. The love. I want to get to where they are in life, both still relatively busy in their respective careers, but still be able to look across the table or a Facetime session at each other and know that it was all worth it. That there's still love and want and contentment there, even when miles apart. Cheesy as fuck, I know, but that's what I want."

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Grade
"It's senior year, bitches! Not even gonna pretend like I'm gonna miss high school."
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Lifer? Newcomer?
"I don't know how much of a Newcomer to the Lifer family I can be when I've been here for about five and a half years. At this point, I don't even care what y'all call me at this point. I'm here."

Scholarship or Not?
"Yeah, no. I had to try-out to get here, but I'm definitely not in need of a scholarship. As far as I'm concerned, mama covers the cost for Linc, Gigi, and myself."

Clique? Are you happy? Would you change?
"To the surprise of absolutely no one who has seen my resume or just knows me, I am a cheerleader. Which means I'm with the jocks, which is alright with me. I've spent a lot of my childhood with athletes, particularly guys, and I love this kind of crew. It's always competitive. Not gonna lie and act like egos don't rule this entire clique, but it's basically the same as the Royals and I just didn't have it in me to go any higher here. I put in so much work back at Oaks, ruling the halls and putting the fear of God in bitches...I just didn't come here for all of that. So, after four years of still being considered an A-Lister, I am perfectly content with where I am."

Clubs? Teams? Sports?
"Did you not just hear me? I'm a cheerleader, duh. I'm also on the varsity club just because I like helping with the younger kids. My hair normally doesn't like helping, since we do swim lessons with them, but we manage."

Most Looking Forward To?
"Prom. My mom's already sketched my dress out and we're figuring out colors now, but that's what I'm excited for. Not exactly running for crown or anything, but that's literally the pinnacle of my high school career. Getting to prom night, not on anyone else's night like when I went as Jake's date, but my prom. I cannot wait. Second to that, it's graduation. All the in-between stuff like the drama, Homecoming, cheer competition - all of that means something, sure. But the main things are getting to slay on prom night and then walking across that stage like a boss."

So begins...

Lilliana Chausseur's Story

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Sharp pricks of scalding hot water pelted down on Derek Chausseur's unsuspecting lightly tanned skin and tiredly, he ran a large hand through the silky mesh of dark hair that sat atop his head. The now wet strands immediately stuck to his shoulders. After a while, his flesh grew accustomed the brutal fiery assault. On a yawn, he grabbed his container of Axe Dark Chocolate Body Wash and was just about to lather his hands in the soapy substance when he heard the bathroom door swing open. On a growl, he peered out from the shower curtain to glower at his younger sister, who pretty much ignored him.

"Do you mind?" Lilliana Chausseur only glanced at her brother for a second before slathering Crest toothpaste on her toothbrush and proceeded to brush her teeth, turning on its pulsing vibrations when he let out an exasperated sigh. On one hand, Lilliana simply liked aggravating her big brother. Almost two years older than herself, Derek hadn't gotten the time to be an only child before their father and her mother reconnected. So, when she was born, part of their father's attention was split between his rearing and her own. And well, to pass time if she wasn't already taking a part computers or being the inquisitive little toddler she had been, getting on his everlasting nerve had been her favorite pastime. On the other hand, however, he had aggravated her. What Derek had not realized was that he had been in the bathroom for about fifteen minutes and lost in his thoughts. Lilliana had took a quick shower before him, threw on a robe over her underwear, and had managed to cook a small breakfast for her family before rushing back to brush her teeth. She had picked up some muffins the other day, so long with the eggs, bacon, French toast, and assorted fruit salad she had made surprisingly quickly, there would be muffins. The latter along with a travel mug filled with her English breakfast tea would suffice for breakfast today. The big deal was that Derek had taken up time when she had been ready and while she had tried to be patient, Lilly had to get ready for school.




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"If you have a problem, just say something. Pouting isn't exactly attractive on a guy your age," she finally remarked after rinsing her mouth out with cool water. Setting her toothbrush back on its hook, she turned a scathing look towards her brother. "And btw, what I do mind is that you take longer showers than me and some people are actually doing something with their lives today unlike you." Derek rolled his eyes and closed the curtain again so that he could set to washing himself.

"Bite me."

"I would if I didn't think I'd catch something," she retorted over her shoulder as she exited the bathroom.

Lilliana hurried to her bedroom before finally setting on some clothes complete with owl-themed jewelry. While she didn't always wear heels, the heeled booties she was currently sporting with her skinny jeans really complimented her outfit and besides, why not look her best - with long legs despite her height - on the first day of school? She had actually straightened her hair the other day and while it wasn't bone-straight like before, the small waves in her luscious blonde locks was enough to convince her not to tie it back. With her backpack in hand and her glasses back on her face, Lilliana gave herself one final spritz of her cherry blossom body spray before setting out. She headed into the kitchen area where her father was still nursing his coffee and paying attention to the paper.

"Don't you look all surburban daddy material?" She joked lightly and grabbed a honey-wheat muffin. She grabbed the now finished kettle and poured it into the travel mug she had set on the counter. While waiting for the tea to steep so that she could add her milk and sugar, she also fixed an extra travel mug for her father. The only reason Lilliana was even going to the school was because they had left somewhat in the middle of the school year and some of her more advanced credits, which would have enabled her to graduate at the end of the last semester, had not transferred over well. And well, while Lilliana could have hacked the system and found some way to make it happen, her morals kicked in and so she conceded. She would only have to remain for this semester and then wait until the spring to get her chance to walk across the stage. Finished with her father's drink and about to fix up her own, she glanced at the older male in question. "You do know that you can't show up late today, right?"

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"You know, me being your favorite cousin means a lot less when I'm your only cousin." Cole smirked. "I'm ready for whatever Chasseur throws at me. Hopefully he doesn't actually throw something at me. Or shot at me." Cole would be lying if he said he wasn't bothered by the fact his school's principal is the big daddy hunter around here. It's a bit unnerving for a werewolf. But he knows Darren wouldn't do anything to him unless provoked. But he isn't sure about his kids. He doesn't really know them well, and knows that only one of them is currently in school. His daughter he thinks, but he isn't sure about her feelings to the supernatural, it's not like they're friends or anything.

Cole then heard somebody outside. By the sounds of it, it was the druid Natalie. Cole took a big bite out of his poptart, taking about a quarter of it, before he went to the front door to answer it. He opened the door for Natalie. "Sup?" Cole said barely audible with his mouth full, spiting some chunks of his poptart on the floor. He motioned for her to come in, and he returned to the kitchen. Cole swallowed the food in his mouth. "Morning Nat. Hope you slept well last night. I'm about to head to school, I'll only be able to talk for a few minutes." He said as he took another big bite of his poptart, this time taking almost the whole thing, and stuffed his mouth like a chipmunk. Crumbs started dropping from the corners of his mouth as he chewed.

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After Grant got done talking with Natalie he decided to try and get another ten minutes of sleep before he got up. After about that time he sat up on his bed, and he rubbed his eyes. A slender, mocha brown, woman's arm then wrapped itself around Grant, and used him to pull herself up off from the bed. The woman was a very attractive woman, with dark brown hair, and matching eyes. "Morning." She said in a groggy tone. "Hey." He said as he almost forgot she was there. "Rita right?" Grant said, hoping he got the name right.

"Yeah. You didn't seem that out of it last night to not remember my name." She commented. "Sorry, it's really early." Grant smirked. "My roommates are up, and I need to go." Grant stated as he grabbed his pants and put it on. "Well then, for what it's worth, I had fun last night." Rita replied as she looked for her clothes. "I'll go and....uh distract my roommates. They don't really like me bringing people over without them knowing." Grant said as he put his shirt on, and was out the door.

He went down stairs to see everyone in the kitchen. Of course Natalie was here too. He's starting to feel like he's a teenager again, and sneaking out of a girls home without her family knowing. "Morning." Grant said as he yawned. "How did everyone sleep last night?" Grant asked with a big smile. Some rumblings could be heard coming from around the stairs. Cole went out of the kitchen to see what it was. "Uh...I'm sure it's nothing..." Grant said.

Cole looked over and saw Rita buttoning up her blouse. "Oh...this is awkward." She said as she finished buttoning up. "Little bit." Cole replied. "I'll call you later Grant." She said as she embarrassingly shuffled out the door. "Everybody saw the hot chick right?" Cole said before he turned to Grant, and tiled his head slightly. "In hindsight it was stupid to try and sneak someone out of a house full of super sensing werewolves." Grant smirked. "Tsk, tsk. No video games for you young man." Cole said in a jokingly stern dad voice.

"Before anyone says anything, I was careful. She's not a werewolf or a hunter. I made sure of that. I'm not stupid." Grant said defending himself, even though he wasn't sure if he even needed to. "Whatever. Crap I'm going to be late for school!" Cole said as he went out the door. Cole hopped into his red 1979 Chevy Camaro, that used to belong to Duncan, and drove off to school.

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"That's the point dear." Darren replied to her comment about him. Darren didn't give her much attention as she went about her morning as he continued to read his paper. "I won't be late. I'm still on schedule. As always." Darren stated as he turned the page nonchalantly, and sipped his coffee, finishing it off.

"Well, I'm going to work. If you need a ride honey I'll wait out at the car. I'll give you a couple minutes or else you'll have to find your own way." Darren said as he grabbed the to-go coffee container Lilliana made for him. "Derek, I'm heading out! Don't burn the house down or anything!" Darren shouted before he went out the door. Darren went to his blue 2009 Toyota Camry, and got into the drivers seat.

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"What do we have." Sheriff Charles Reed ordered as he ducked underneath some police tape in the forest where the headless body was found. "The John Doe was found by a jogger. We've questioned her, and she said that she found the body over here without a head." A deputy said as he pointed Charles towards the body. Charles kneeled down at the body, and looked at the neck wound.

"The weapon here is something sharp, and straight. Hatchet maybe. My moneys on machete though given the clean cut." Charles said as he got back. "Let Doc McGinny know we'll need a post-mortem examine from her. I wanta know for sure what happened to this guy. Also run his fingerprints and see if we can get a match." Charles ordered.