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Jordan Cassidy

"We Got A Badass Over Here."

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a character in “The Fourteenth Floor”, as played by Cookiiie

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”We Got A Badass over here”



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|Full Name|
Jordan Jackson Cassidy


|Nicknames|
Waterboy,JJ or just Jackson.


|Age|
I'm 18. Yep i'm just some mutant with an age range -laughs-


|Ethnicity|
It's funny I give no fucks about my Ethnicity yet I'm quite sure were in America which makes me American right ? -chuckles-


|Occupation|
I'm a high school student. part time -grins-


|Apartment Number|
1407..yep..did you see that movie too ? -checks behind myself-



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|Powers|
Hydrokinetic Constructs -I can turn water into tools, objects, weapons and other items, create semi-living constructs and/or create structures/buildings of varying permanence. Users who have mastered this ability can use it for almost any situation, creating virtually anything they need or desire.
Hydroportation-I can teleport via water, merging into a body of water of any size and appearing anywhere else from the same element.


|Weaknesses|
Girls..but..were all freaks..and I just wanna go home..not that I hate girls but I have a soft spot for them..Oh and I have asthma.


|Skills|
Hmm..Football and I like chess. Especially when i'm alone. Wanna play ?



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|Quirks/Habits|

-Chewing his fingers when he's majorly scared.
-Tripping over his own feet.
-Falling in Love too soon.

|Hobbies|

☺Skateboarding☻
☻Shopping☺
☺Being Alone☻
☻Texting☺
☺Football☻
☻His Friends☺
☺Company☻
☻Games☺
☺Chess☻


|Fears|


  • Dying By Fire. He was once burned in a fire accident and he wants to forget his past..for good.
  • Being alone forever. He has always liked being alone..but he hasn't always been this way.



|Likes & Dislikes|
▲Girls
▲Food
▲Candy
▲Rock
▲Chess
▲Chocolate
▲Rizzle Kicks
▲Rap
▲Pink Floyd
▲Water
▼Pop Music
▼Evil
▼His Parents
▼Halloween
▼Old People
▼Laws
▼Rules
▼Being Broken
▼Fire
▼Alcohol



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|Personality|
{Heartwarming, Cold, Caring,Goofy,Hateful, Dark, Sweet}WIP


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|History|

Editing





|Theme Song|


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Mac Miller-SDS

Close my eyes before I cross the street
If a car about to hit me, then he ought to beep
Watching Dawson's Creek 'til I fall asleep
It's harder than it seems, I'm under water in my dreams
I’m in awe, this jigsaw, puzzles not complete
I'm just an idea, nothing concrete
Came to raise limits, get higher than plane engines
They trying to change with us, but come to the same difference
Shut your pie-hole, I'm dope and I know
My voice sound like it was a sample off a vinyl
I don't mind those hating on my style
I tend to take the high road, get stoned and fly low
I'm no god
I don't think that I'm a human, though cause I'm so odd
People selling drugs cause they can't find no job
Wonder if Christ made a million off selling the cross
Let bygones be bygones, my mind strong as pythons
The day that I die on will turn me to an icon
Search the world for Zion or a shoulder I can cry on
The best of all time, I'm Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, (Dylan)

[Bridge]
Somebody do somethin'
Somebody do somethin'
Somebody do somethin'
Somebody do somethin'
Somebody move somethin'
Somebody move somethin'
Somebody move somethin'
Somebody move somethin'
It ain't no party like aristocratic party
Said, ain't no party like aristocratic party

[Verse 2]
Sipping Jameson like I was majored in whiskey flavouring
When I'm drunk, I'll cut your head off and leave it dangling
FlyLo's still tryna put me on to Ableton
Asian women love me, I look like David Duchovny
In kindergarten, used to put some condoms in my cubby
In case one of these hoes was tryna fuck me
I ain't nobody, and neither are you
Been contemplating if I even still believe in the truth
I'm so stubborn, I'd rather write my own history book
Where the world don't give a fuck 'bout how you physically look
All your songs are sixteen's and a hook
We're here to reinvent music, it's time for the revolution
I'm dying for the movement, trying not to lose it
Jewish Buddhist consuming the views of Christianity
Wonder if Hindus like to eat fish soup
If it's true, they should hit Alaska in an igloo
I hear the fish biting nice right now
I can't figure out life and feel right right now
Boo, if I think it, I should say it, there's a reason that I write it down
Spit the shit that leave a diaper brown, poo

[Outro]
Somebody do somethin'
Somebody do somethin'
Somebody do somethin'
And... somebody move somethin'
Somebody move somethin'
You right there...
Somebody move somethin'
Somebody move somethin'

So begins...

Jordan Cassidy's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Arielle Murdoc Character Portrait: Jordan Cassidy Character Portrait: Dina King Character Portrait: Gavin Astor Character Portrait: Jacqueline Garland Character Portrait: Tristan Hawthorne Character Portrait: Nailah Wilson Character Portrait: Rebecca Adigail Cassidy Character Portrait: Cheyenne Sophia

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Morning stretched over California with the warm rays of pure sunlight and new beginnings. The sun's beams of annoying light and unnecessary heat flickered through what she thought were closed blinds and a small whine erupted from her throat, causing her to turn onto her side and curl up, clutching the blanket with the need to return to the calm sanctity of sleep. Long and dark lashes fluttered momentarily, almost brushing a pale cheek before her eyes opened to reveal orbs of pure and nearly glowing sapphire. For a second, emerald green pierced through the sea of her eyes before they returned to normal. Her feral side alwas came out to play early in the morningBut then they closed again and the young blonde drifted off into a very light state of weightlessness and euphoria.

A few moment longer and Arielle, or Ellie as she liked to be called, Murdoc awoke and yawned softly. For only just a second, she considered trying to go back to sleep and ignoring her brain's desire to not miss work today. She hardly took sick days; one little white lie wouldn't hurt anyone. And - if her boss was in dire need of her assistance - there was a thing called Skype. However, a small hint of guilt found its way into her chest and weighed down on her until she opened her eyes and stared at a surprisingly still asleep Tristan. Usually, he awoke before her and would actually force her to wake up. It was a rarity to be up before him.

"I really gotta stop doing this..."

Her mutter fell on what she considered to be deaf ears at the moment as she took in the time to admire the way Tristan's hair fell over his face, or the sharp, timeless handsomeness of his face. More importantly, the calm innocence on his face as he slept. His almost always tense countenance during the day and an even harder expression when he was feeling the stress of his line of work or annoyed made it almost impossible for most to think that calm was a good definition to ever use in a sentence with Tristan's name. However, Ellie and a few others were granted the opportunity to see him truly smile or at moments like these; where his face held no tenseness and he was visibly relaxed. The only thing that spoiled the moment was not being able to see those beautiful eyes. A small, barely noticeable and possessive growl snuck its way past her lips and Ellie could see the little bitch inside of her curling up into a ball and smiling to herself happily.

Rolling her eyes, Arielle sat up, throwing the blanket off of her body. The shirt she stole from Tristan - an old one so that she would not get cussed out - fell off of her right shoulder, revealing the straps to the cami she wore underneath. Other than those two items of clothing, that was all Ellie wore last night. She pretty much crashed at some point; she couldn't truly remember when. Rolling her neck, Arielle decided that she couldn't exactly leave Tristan to sleep. They both have work.

"Come on, handsome," she called and leaned over to push against his very broad - don't go there - shoulders. "Tristan, wake up. We have work." Knowing that he would eventually awaken, Arielle decided to go make coffee. Without a lack of confidence in her physique or embarassment for being seen, Arielle stood and stretched, leaning up onto the tips of her toes and extending her fingers as well. The shirt fell to the middle of her thighs. She gave one final glance to Tristan, ignoring the way her heart clenched momentarily, and walked out of his bedroom to go make a batch of coffee.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Jordan Cassidy Character Portrait: Rebecca Adigail Cassidy

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It was a dream. Most people have a perception of dreams. Things they could never understand in the world among them. Some think of dreams as messages, things that would captivate them until they would awaken. But now, for Jordan Cassidy that wasn't the stake. This dream, this horror like every scary movie happened every day. And he couldn't ever escape it. He never thought of it as a gift, but as a curse.

He wanted to be normal. To be like every other guy at his school. But now..all he felt was rejection from his parents, hate from himself and the worthlessness of being a 'freak.' Jordan was staring at the ceiling from his bed view. Thinking about the day ahead of him as he got up and walked over to his dresser. He liked to sleep naked at times, so he pulled his favorite boxers on and walked out of his bedroom door into the kitchen. The sun was shining down from the kitchen window as Jordan sat down reading his favorite book. He dropped the book and sighed.

"Another day in the freak show."

Jordan walked over to the sink and picked up a coffee mug, filling it with warm coffee he had set to make from the day before. He started to drink from the mug, and felt the warm liquid run past his lips down his throat.

He looked at his watch and saw the time."8:10. Oh shit !"

He ran over to his sisters room and tried to wake her up along with his younger brother next door."Hey Rebecca it's 8:16 c'mon you gotta drive use before were late once again." Jordan hated being late to school. But he literally couldn't stand being looked at by everyone and watch his brother do nothing but join in on the parade. He hurried up and put on his clothes forgetting his converses.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Arielle Murdoc Character Portrait: Jordan Cassidy Character Portrait: Dina King Character Portrait: Gavin Astor Character Portrait: Jacqueline Garland Character Portrait: Tristan Hawthorne Character Portrait: Nailah Wilson Character Portrait: Rebecca Adigail Cassidy Character Portrait: Cheyenne Sophia

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Cheyenne woke up to the sound of a muffled TV program in the living room. The light escaping her curtains shined on the comfy clutter of her bedroom- glass terrariums, the hanging tapestry over her head, drying herbs, diy cigarettes, shelves filled with empty pretty things, clothes lines, instruments. The scent of warm jasmine and copal incense burning in her room made her feel calm and dreamier than usual. She brushed tiny tangles out of her long disheveled hair and chose to wear a long sheer skirt over a cotton long sleeve leotard that she wore last night.


Her phone beeped reminding her of a tarot reading appointment in the park. She feels nervous and excited whenever she meets a new customer. Last night she littered the walls of the apartment building with her decorated psychic flyers. She had always been too shy to talk to her neighbors, but they hopefully won't mind the flyers scattered in the hallway and elevator and call the number listed on them instead of complaining.


She entered the kitchen to find Naila and Arielle eating breakfast in the kitchen. She smiled at Arielle. "Did you have a nice time last night?" she asked with a knowing smile. Cheyenne made herself toast with almond butter and basil. She took her plate and mug of tea over to where Nailah was sitting and watching a documentary. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, staring at the bruise on Nailah's chin.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Arielle Murdoc Character Portrait: Jordan Cassidy Character Portrait: Dina King Character Portrait: Gavin Astor Character Portrait: Jacqueline Garland Character Portrait: Tristan Hawthorne Character Portrait: Nailah Wilson Character Portrait: Rebecca Adigail Cassidy Character Portrait: Cheyenne Sophia Character Portrait: Ryan Sayers Character Portrait: Augustus West Character Portrait: Daniella Lianna King

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"Thanks for the dinner, Javi," Arielle said as they exited the restaurant, an appreciative smile on her face as the gentleman accompanying her opened the door for her. "I'll make sure to get back to you if there are any changes." The handsome young man smiled at her and led her towards her car, a polite hand at the middle of her back to steer in the right direction. Luckily for him, it was appropriate enough. The other side of her was sated by the steak she ingested and currently found him harmless.

"No problem." She could feel him hesitating when they finally reached her vehicle. Arielle paused, hand still in her purse to pull her keys out and eyes on him expectantly. Javier smirked at that and cleared his fault. "And maybe, if its alright with you, we can do this again some time." A small smile spread on her face and Arielle lowered her head to the ground so that he wouldn't see the other part of her come to life.

No!No!No!No!No!No!No!

"Sure, why not?" Javier was harmless and all they would be doing is hanging out or grabbing a bite to eat. There was nothing serious about. But still, something twisted in her stomach that made her smile feel somewhat forced. However, Javier must not have seen that. His smile was bright and adorable.

"Alright then. Good night." He pecked her cheek gently before walking to his car, waiting until she was seated in her own before entering his. Arielle sat there for a moment to mull over the decision she just made. Was she just leading Javier on? Sure, he was nice and definitely cute. But...was she even interested? Arielle deflated, sitting back in the driver's seat before pulling out her phone.

To: Everyone
Message: Party in Apartment 1416!! See you there!! :) :)


After that text was sent, she sent a quick message to Nailah, telling her that there were a few things she was going to pick up first before she came back to the apartment.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jordan Cassidy Character Portrait: Dina King Character Portrait: Nailah Wilson Character Portrait: Cheyenne Sophia Character Portrait: Daniella Lianna King

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After seeing Arielle's text message about the party, Danielle begun jumping up and down in her room. Stuffing the blue hard cover copy of "Pride and Prejudice" back on her shelf in her tiny library along with her whole collection of hard cover classics. She opened her laptop and begun playing Tiffany Alvord's "So Alive". The music filled the room, unaware whether this is going to disturb her next door neighbors, she blasted the music louder, after all everyone on the fourteenth floor likes parties.
"Yes, it's another party" She thought to herself. She was almost absolutely sure the Cassidy boys would be there. Guess it's time to pick out a outfit from her clothing rack. After trying on a dozen dresses, it came down to the final two; a strapless floral print gown and a dark blue dress with a black belt. Troubled by the which to choose, she was going to ask her sister, Dina but then it would probably take an hour to come up with excuse to explain why she needs the dress, since Dina probably wouldn't allow her to go to the party.
In the end she decided to wear the dark blue dress with high heels(just wait till Dina lectures her about wearing high heels, they had that conversation just this morning)
Just as she finished cleaning up the mess she made in her room, she looked down at her bracelet watch that one of the Cassidy brothers gave her, it's already 6:30, time to to find Dina at the coffee shop, she probably is just finishing up. It's quite ironic thinking back, the Cassidy boy and her met so many times at the party but none of them ever bothered asking each other for a name :D
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As Danielle walked down the hall, she was hoping to see Nailah leave for work, but instead sees her walking back up into the apartment with the loud music coming out of their room. Guess they have a lot of preparation for the party, as you can see Cheyenne is probably just testing out the music. Danielle, was never a great fan of Cheyenne's mix tapes, but everyone else seemed to enjoy it a lot so she generally just sticks with it at the parties.

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Exiting the building Danielle walked across the road toward the café that her sister works at.
There weren't that many people there for dinner, just a group of football players. Her sister has just dropped off their orders before moving on to the other tables. Before Danielle sat down at her favorite seat in the corner, she spotted someone. It was Abby, her sister's college friend, working the coffee machine. So she sat down at the counter right next to Abby and ordered a Mint Chocolate Chip Frapuccino.
When her sister returned, Danielle let her a smile and returned to reading the copy of Jane Eyre she had previously stuffed in her leather bag. People in her school had always been so into fashion especially bags, but she was never that into bags, just clothes and shoes, so she decided to stick to the vintage bag.
Abby and Dina had begun a conversation about Abby's work at starbucks, funny that they discuss this in a coffee shop. However, when the conversation begun trailing of onto her, Danielle felt there is a need to intervene. As she rose her voice and said "Well, I mean Dina you do act like it sometimes." and looked away. When around waitress served her Mint Chocolate Chip Frapuccino, she quickly left the coffee shop and walked back to the apartment.
Originally, she was planning on asking Dina to come to the party with her, after all the guys from apartment 1427 will be there. Dina seems to be eyeing one of them from time to time, but now that Dina officially made her angry, she is definitely not going to tell her about the party.