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Arabella Adeojo

"You know, I would not mind a fight."

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a character in “The Blame Game”, as played by toajojo

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FULL NAME | Arabella Olabisi Adeojo. Pronunciation - {ahβ€’ruhβ€’bellβ€’ah}{ohβ€’lahβ€’beeβ€’see}{ahβ€’deeβ€’ohβ€’joe}. Meaning - Beautiful , Joy is multiplied, Crowned with wealth.

NICKNAME(S) | She has quite a few as she will respond to almost anything. She has heard Bella, Adeojo, Ojo, Speed Queen, and others.

AGE | Sixteen

GENDER | Female

SEXUALITY | Asexual Panromantic.

SCHOOL YEAR | Eleventh, 11th.

OCCUPATION | She babysits the neighborhood children fairly often.

FACE CLAIM | Aoi Asahina from Dangan Ronpa.

CLIQUE | The Gifted.


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EYES | Her eyes are navy blue in color not unlike the ocean. Large and wide like an owl’s, they are constantly moving. Looking for something of interest.

HAIR | Her hair is dark brown in color and incredibly wavy. It falls to the bottom of her shoulder blades, but she rarely lets it down. Preferring to keep it up in a tightly twisted bun of sorts. It keeps it out of the way. Two thick bangs fall to either side of her forehead and since she can not pull them into a ponytail, she does her best to keep them at bay behind her ears and with barrettes.

COMPLEXION | She would say pale brown in color. It is not as dark as her father's, but not nearly close to porcelain like her mother's.

BODY BUILD | Arabella has a very petite but curvaceous figure. Though she oblivious to stares people throw her way, it does not change the fact. With bare feet, she stands at an average five foot six inches. Ironically long legs are riddled with taut muscles not unlike the rest of her, torso and arms included. An obvious testament to her athleticism. Though, she would never be considered bulky in any way. Blessed with mature curves for her age, she attracts quite a crowd during school swim meets.

DISTINCT MARKINGS | None really. She has no tattoos as her mother would never give her permission to get one. And as for scars, she has very few. Nothing exceptional.

PIERCINGS/ACCESSORIES | Nope, none. They are such a hassle. Plus, she would have to take them out, or off, during sporting events. Then she would most like lose them. So what is the point?

CLOTHING | Usually Arabella is seen in sports clothes, or her pajamas. Which also looks like her sports clothes. On a normal day outside of school she can be seen in a sports bra and shorts. Or tank top if she knows she will be around people. Often with some converses or sneakers, and her most favorite red jacket. Her jacket is a permanent fixture. She believes it brings her luck.

UNIFORM | Regarding the school uniform, Arabella does not tend to bend the rules too much. She tucks in her shirt and ties her bow, but her skirt is often quite short. Teachers have reprimanded her for it many a time, but she just brushes it off. It makes no sense. It not like one can see her panties. She always wears spandex shorts underneath her skirts. Arabella also has a fixation on knee-high socks, so one will see her wearing a pair almost daily. Ranging from plain white, to colored stripes, to two completely different socks on either foot. As for her jacket, she keeps it on her at all times some way or another. Tied around her waist, around her neck, thrown over a shoulder, etc...



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”F-fuck you! Who said these were tears?”

In general, Arabella is a friendly and kind person. She loves to socialize with people whenever she can and she loves making new friends. It does not matter if they are young, old, a stranger, or an acquaintance. Arabella can talk to most anybody. At times, even keeping a continuous one-sided conversation going. She has a habit of rambling and loosing herself in her rampant thoughts. Often she needs someone to snap her out of it. Arabella is like a butterfly. You can rarely catch her and you definitely can not keep up with her. She likes to think out of the box and say things that surprise people. Her thoughts are all over the place, no one can ever guess what she's thinking about. She's bewildered and awe struck by the weirdest of things.

Arabella is a very simple, carefree person. Going with the flow in most situations. And she never seems to regret anything. Making it through life with a devil-may-care attitude mostly. Forgot to do that essay that was due first period? "Crap!. . .Oh well." Burnt her dinner on the stove? "Dang. . .Guess I'm getting pizza." She does not worry about the inconsequential things. Though, Arabella can also be strangely determined at some points. If she decides to do something, she will do it. There is no doubt about it. One can try and block her path, but she will find a way. No matter how impossible and/or stupid it may seem to others.

Blunt, Arabella is also extremely blunt. She likes to say what is on her mind and assumes that is what people would prefer to hear. She has no problem doling out the compliments to anyone and everyone. If she thinks you are cute, she will tell you, boy or girl. If she likes your handwriting, she will tell you. It does not matter how small or insignificant the thing. If it pops into her head, she will voice it. Although, unfortunately the same is true for the less than kind comments. Arabella is not purposefully insulting, she just tells it how it is and how it should be. And, with a smile. "Your being really irritating. Go away." "Sorry but, I can't stand your voice. could you like, be quiet? Please."

She always trys to maintain an aura of bravery. Doing her best to appear confident and nonchalant constantly. But, that is sort of difficult when you are a complete and total crybaby. . She wails when she stubs her toes. She is almost always seen crying while watching movies. She ends up crying when she gets angry with people, even though she might even be trying to pick a fight. Sometimes when something scares her she will cry. Arabella can't help it, it is a curse. But do not mention her tears. She will immediately deny it and it will only make her angry.



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LIKES
β–· Games | Board games and card games and improv. games, you name it. She is not particularly picky. They are fun. It is as simple as that. And they give her a chance to interact with people, and she loves people.
β–· Children | Especially babies. Oh gosh. They are so tiny and fat and soft and warm, she can not contain herself around them. Arabella also enjoys older children. They are still innocent and they have so much energy! She can run around with them for hours.
β–·Sleeping | Arabella moves around so much in the course of a day that at night she becomes insanely sleepy. She is the type to just curl up wherever she is and doze of right then and there.


DISLIKES
β–· Bananas | The worst fruit there is practically. When you peel them you have to make sure to pull off those little stringy things, and then after all that work, It does not even taste good. Plus it feels weird on her tongue. The texture is so strange.
β–· Bugs | They are so gross. So freaky. The freaks of nature to be exact. With all their tiny, squirming appendages. The way they skitter about from place to place creep her out. And no one, wants to be near if she should ever find one crawling on her.
β–· Math & Science | Her two worst subjects. Her mind just can not comprehend them. Well, math mainly. Science only gets difficult for her when it is mathematically centered. How the heck is she supposed to find the possible solutions of a function if there are imaginary numbers?!


HABITS
β–·Light on Her Feet | Whenever she moves she seems to be bounding from one place to the next. With each step it is infused with twirls, and leaps, and slides. As she walks through the hallways on campus, she seems to be dancing to some silent, erratic beat.
β–· Chewing Gum | Arabella is always chewing gum. The flavor varies on a daily basis, but her favorites are definitely bubblegum and spearmint. She eats through a whole pack on slow day. Preferring to chew her gum until the flavor is gone, then popping in another piece, after piece, after piece. She thinks of it as a work out for her jaw.
β–· Tapping | She taps when she is bored. Arabella does not get bored incredibly often as she is adept at finding something to entertain herself with. So when she becomes unoccupied it she does not know how to handle it. She will resort tapping her fingers on anything she can reach. Doing it as fast, or as slow, as loud, or as quietly as she can. The variety keeps her mind off the situation at hand.


HOBBIES
β–· Sports | Literally, her life. She has been involved in sports since she could walk. It is the reason why she is so in shape. She has been involved in almost every sport one could think of. She tends to switch what sports she participates in every season. Fall is Tennis and Volleyball. Winter, Soccer. Spring, Swimming and Track. Arabella likes to stay busy.
β–· Food Channel | She does not spend a lot of time watching television, but when she does find time, she tunes into the food network. Though she can not cook worth shit, she loves to watch other people cook.
β–· Music | She can not play, but she likes to listen and dance. No matter the genre. From classical to pop to rock. They all have their perks. Music is motivating, she enjoys listening to it while she runs.


STRENGTHS
β–· Affable | Arabella is quite the social butterfly. She will talk to anybody who will listen and adores being in the mix of things. Her cordial nature makes it easy for even strangers to approach her and strike up a conversation.
β–· Hand to Hand Combat || Arabella loves to fight, despite popular belief. It is fun and exhilarating. since elementary school, she has taken martial arts classes. Her own unique style depends on usage of swift, direct maneuvers. Using long, aggressive techniques that explode and drive through the opponent. Attacks are intensely swift in an attempt to keep the enemy from gaining a chance to counterattack.
β–· Athletic | Doing sports for a majority of her life has given Arabella wonderful speed and endurance. She is lightening fast and could go on for almost ever.


FLAWS
β–· Claustrophobia | There is not a real history to it, but Arabella has always feared tight, enclosed places. Does not matter if it is light or dark, as long as there are walls blocking her on all sides, she can not help but feel trapped. She is left a panicked and useless mess. In moments, she can lose any and all semblance of rationality and honestly believe that she'll be trapped forever. She can drive herself to tears, hyperventilating, and passing out
β–· Defense | Due to her philosophy, Offense is the best defense, Arabella does not have any effective defensive tactics. So if and when her flurry of offensive attacks are proved useless, she will have nothing to aid her. Once her opponent got through her aggressive maneuvers, it would be simple to overwhelm her and do their will as she is very physically weak.
β–· Indecisive | Arabella does not enjoy being wrong. So, when it comes to making decisions, she lingers over each option. Hating to choose the incorrect one. Rushing her will cause her severe anxiety.


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Many people can easily tell that Arabella is not an English native. She was born in Nigeria to be exact. Her father a Nigerian native is the second son to the CEO of The First Bank of Nigeria. He fell in love and married her mother, an English native who was working as a traveling nurse at the time. Arabella lived the first six years of her life in her father's home country. It was not that much different from any average childhood someone in England might experience. Her parents and paternal grandparents doted on her and spoiled her to oblivion.

It was a few months before she turned seven when her grandfather on her father's side passed away. Her uncle inherited the company while her father was given a large monetary sum. In order to appease the wishes of his wife, her father moved them to her hometown in England.

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The three moved to the town of Moreton into a large flat, but it was still smaller than what Arabella was used to. But, she was not a pciky child. She made the best of the new situation. She be doing a lot of new things, her parents assured her. She would meet her mother's parents for the first time, which made her excited. She wore a dress just for the occasion. It did not go as well as anyone hoped for though. Her grandparents were resentful and wary. Over the fact that their only daughter had gone off to god knows where, got herself married, and then suddenly decided to show back up with a kid in tow. The feeling was mutual between the two couples as they parted ways. Since then, Arabella has only heard from them about once a year.

Soon after her arrival in Moreton, her parents decided that she would attend the town's public school. She never had before, learning from a variety of home tutors and her mother. The new experience was difficult at first. A lot of the children made fun of her accent and 'quirks' and Arabella spend quite a bit of time crying at home due to it. But she persevered with encouragement from her parents. The turning point was during P.E. Arabella could easily jump rope, run, soccer juggle, and sit up, faster and farther and more than anyone in her class. The kids flocked to her like they tend to do at that age. After that, she was fine at school. She had friends and was content.

It was around that time her father started signing her up for various sports.

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High school was a whole new world. It did not seem possible for her to just be friends with everyone like in elementary and middle school. It was different. It was strange. So many cliques, she had to find the one just for her, or else her entire high school experience would be ruined. Or so it seemed. At one time, in her first month, she was apart of the popular clique. That was temporary. She was only in it because she was acquaintances with a few of the members, and it was somewhat plausible. Her family was undoubtedly wealthy and she lived in the same flats as many populars, so she knew their families. But it was not for her. It was a lifesaver when she joined The Gifteds.

Presently, she is in her junior year of high school and has adapted well. She had always enjoyed the drama and rivalries between the cliques. Taking part in them as if they were a simple game. Though, with the recent death of that outcast kid, things have become a lot more serious and somewhat scary. The accusations flying around are crazy and exhausting. Arabella knows for a fact no one in her clique would or could have killed him. She swears.


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SHEET CREDITS | Benevolent.

CREATION | {10/10/2015}

LAST EDIT | {10/17/2015}
-- >> Changes by Toajojo, sheet borrowed from Benevolent with permission. Changes to colors, fonts, pictures, and information.

PLAYED BY | Toajojo

HEX CODES | #DB4D4D ~Thought // #CC0000 ~Speech.

ROLE-PLAY | The Blame Game
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So begins...

Arabella Adeojo's Story

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Character Portrait: Tess O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Johnny Okimura Character Portrait: Phoenix Willow Character Portrait: Arabella Adeojo Character Portrait: Tanith Underwood Character Portrait: Alistair Blackketter Character Portrait: Miriam Radke Character Portrait: Isabella Properpilski* Character Portrait: Jack Smith
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[[SCHOOL STARTS: 8:30AM]]

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It had been seven days since the funeral. Fourteen days since the incident. Another page ripped from the tear-away calendar indicated this.

Despite the fact that he lived on school property, Tess had neglected to attend classes for the duration of that entire fortnight period. The school weren't as persistent as they should've been, with his loss having a major affect on his concentration and overall health. They were content to just leave him to it, until Sunday morning, when a notice was posted through his door. It stated that if he didn't attend his classes soon, he risked lowering his attendance below the requirements for free accommodation. Tess - in his current state - would've given anything not to have to move back in with his family, who held little love for himself or his brother. Most of them had refused to attend the funeral, others probably weren't even aware of what happened. The thought in itself made him sick, whenever his mind wandered to such things.

As he pulled the tie tighter around his neck, Tess gave an exasperated sigh, almost as if he would have given anything in that moment to just... deflate. His eyes, hollow as they were, settled on the pair staring back at them, before shifting downwards to allow him to check his uniform. It was perfectly dishevelled, as per usual, and strangely comforting. It was almost like a sense of familiarity had washed over him, and - despite everything - he found himself smiling. It faded as quickly as it had appeared, and soon enough he was walking towards the door.

He hadn't bothered to tell anyone that he'd be returning that day. In fact, it would be the first time he'd seen anybody since the day he found out. He had instinctively shut himself away in his apartment, and over the course of two weeks, he'd refused any and all visitors. Part of him was looking forward to seeing everyone again, namely his two closest friends, but another decidedly overwhelming part was worried half to death that he'd lost the respect of his clique. He was their leader, yet he had opted to abandon them in their time of loss. It had affected him the most, there was no doubt about it, but Theo was close to everyone, and everyone had lost him. As Tess thought about this, he began absentmindedly cracking his knuckles, his eyes focused more on the path ahead. He was not the only one leaving the accommodations so early, and he'd prefer not to bump into anyone and everyone ahead of him.

The building for housing was directly beside the school, so much so that you could see in people's bedrooms from the classrooms, but there was a long path up from the gate to the doors, and so it took him a fair few minutes to make it all the way there. He stalled for a moment outside of the building, silently debating whether to wait there for one of his own or to head straight to the second floor, where his classroom was. He opted for the latter, considering he didn't trust himself not to lunge at the nearest clique leader, of which there were few. So he continued walking, keeping his head down. A few of his own Outcasts had approached him, but Tess kept the conversation brief and - strangely enough - polite, before moving on. It took him a total of twenty minutes to reach the classroom door, where he was the first to have arrived.

Running his hand through his hair, Tess gave a huff and leaned against the opposite wall.

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Character Portrait: Tess O'Callaghan Character Portrait: Arabella Adeojo Character Portrait: Alistair Blackketter Character Portrait: Jack Smith
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Alistair Blacketter
Tresblood Apartment Room #022 -> Moreton School Parking Lot
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"Me? I do it because I want them to believe in me. I want to be relied on."

A pale hand was clenched into a tight fist, resting on a button up shirt against a smooth chest. The stance was a powerful one, the words equally powerful to match. A pale face was set in stone, a determined look was conveyed through fiery red eyes. Within a moment, all emotion drained from his features. His arm went limp and the fire red eyes smoked out into a dull crimson that portray nothing. Alistair shifted the headphones that rested on his pristine and slightly wet, jet black hair. Having been fresh from a shower, he had immediately opened up his computer and programs for a recording session that had been planned for that morning. Picking up a bottle of water to sip at, he listened to his recording session partner let out a squeal of appreciation.

"Oh my, Alistair, that was as perfect as ever! Harashi is going to be such a splendid character with your voice. The fans are going to be pleased."

"Next line, please." He briskly shoved aside the compliment, an audible sigh coming from his headphones.


After another hour running lines, Alistair clicked out of his Skype call and began to get ready for school. He pulled on his jacket, buttoning it up with proper care. His sister was on a train to Inaba for a movie shoot and wasn't going to be back for some time. For the time being, the house was in his charge. It wasn't all that strange as it was something he had been doing since he was twelve or so. Fixing to set out with nothing more for breakfast than the piece of toast hanging from his lips, he opened the door to his apartment and locked it behind him. He walked down the steps as he nibbled at his toast.
It had gotten to be about seven thirty and he was well on his way to be halfway to school and finished with his toast. His fingers brushed his neck gently in idle thought, fuzzy memories floating about in his mind.

"Arabella's game is after school." He spoke aloud to distract himself from thinking on his past. He closed his eyes, his mind instead wandering to the recent past and the account of supposed 'murder' of some student. It didn't concern him much, though many suspected him as the leader of a clique to be responsible. He let out a long sigh. "I didn't ask for any of this trouble...." He mumbled, almost done with the two hour foot trek to school. Something he does to build endurance for his weak physique.



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"I-I'm so sorry Mr. Smith, I-"

"You're still talking to me." He spoke with a soft look on his face, his voice soft and mellow. His words were cutting and cold, causing his parent's secretary to become silent. The bandage that adorned his left arms now had a budding red color emerging from the pristine white. The secretary had bumped into his fresh wound turning down a hall suddenly. He had broken his arm the day before falling out of a tree in a successful attempt to rescue and positioned a nest on the verge of falling from a loose and rotting limb onto a better one. The rotting one snapped under his weight, causing him to fall and break his arm.

It was nothing new, an incident like this was bound to happen at least once a month. He had even just recently busted his lip on a fire escape, though no sign of that horror remained on his flawless face.

He sent the woman off, going into his own private bathroom to redress his wound, something he had done a hundred times over. With out much warning, his mother had walked into his bathroom, subsequently slapping him across his face.

This, too, was not all that bizarre. His mother had learned of this injury on here way home from a shoot, only just having come back now.

"How could you mare your beautiful body the day before a very important shoot!" She began her wild rant, seeming wounded and crying on about how her ungrateful son was dead set on humiliating her. The young man watched her continue on, a pleasant look on his face the whole time despite the awful sting in his cheek.

"Mother, the shoot is strictly a profile shot on my part. I can simply hide my arm in that sense." He calmly reassured her, hoping to get her to leave.


Sitting at his desk, he quietly tapped at the clean bandage on his arm. The class was almost full and bustling with useless chatter. The only one whom was reasonable quiet was the leader of one of the more useless cliques, Tess if he remembered right. Not like it mattered, the boy was trash who could hardly hold up a candle to Jack. Though he knew the reason for his silence, the apparent murder of his younger brother was still hot news. "Only trash could mourn trash..." He spoke under his breath, resting his chin in his hand as he looked to the front of the class.