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Sharon Jackson Arnwine

"Every day is a short story: rise, climax, and then the crippling fall."

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a character in “The Voice of Nothing”, as played by Onica-Louis

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Vocal 566D7E || Thought 7D6655




Image"I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast, I am alone in midnight, Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble, But I, I've got a war in my mind
I just ride~"

{Ride | Lana Del Rey}

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Name:
Sharon Jackson Arnwine
||{"I was named after my mother in her honor."}||

Nicknames:
|| SharShar Rare || Share Rare || Jackson Sometimes || Cherry Wine Sometimes || Cherry Often ||
||{"Is it normal to have a nickname for a nickname?"}||

Age:
Twenty-One

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Demisexual

Ethnicity:
|| 60% Italian, 30% Greek, 10% Colombian ||




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"I'm a wanderess, I'm a one night stand, Don't belong to no city, Don't belong to no man, I'm the violence in the pouring rain, I'm a hurricane~"
{ Hurricane | Halsey}


Appearance:
When first meeting him a few things someone might notice is his first his emerald puppy dog eyes, sharp jawline, and his smooth skin. On his face you'll find a few freckles, mainly on the apples of his cheeks, and a small mole on the left side of his chin. His lips are very full, smooth, and pink; when smiling he has dimples. Sharon's eyes are fairly large and are a brownish green mixture. His nose bridge is very defined and thicker at the end. Sharon's has almost no hair for the most part on his face on his chin and his legs are always so smooth. On his head his hair is extremely thick. At the top it's somewhat straight and full of volume; as it continues down if gets more wavy and normally curls up at the ends. His hair stops at the end of his neck. He also normally wears his bangs slightly in his face, for his dirty blond hair is normally on the longer side. He pretty much has no fat on his body whatsoever, it's slender and toned. He's not huge like a body builder, but he is fit and somewhat strong. The only common thing he wears is thick rimmed black glasses.

Secret:
After the departure of his mother Sharon started taking drugs and drinking heavily. A side affect of his addiction is him abusing his family physically an verbally when he's not sober.




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"Pill diet, pill diet, if they give you a new pill then you will buy it, If they say to kill yourself, then you will try it~"
{ Sippy Cup | Melanie Martinez}

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Personality:
Sharon use to be a very social guy, and in the public eye is still is. He laughs and smiles and cracks jokes, he can be the life of a party. He seems to be the caring friend someone can go to for their problems if they want with open ears because he'd never interrupt, he'd just listen and try to help out once they were done speaking, but it's a show. Sharon's practiced his smile and laugh in the mirror for years making it believable. He's so very cracked and when he reassembled himself most of his pieces were still missing. He knows he's not whole and not completely there, so he acts like he is to fool people. He's just a fragment of what he use to be, now he feels like it's a curse to live. Though for the most part he facts with people there's a few he can be himself around, never completely opening up to them, but he has more of a caring for them.

Dying for him would be very peaceful and something he wants, he hates the break downs he sometimes has and the fact he hurts his family, but he has to keep moving forward in life. No one notices his pain, and that's how he wants it, to be unnoticed. He still feels emotions, usually depression, but he's still human. It makes him feel wanted when people come to him for help, he feels sorrow for those that need help, and if he can make them feel better he'll try. Sharon has also hardened as a person, barely letting anyone in. It's not from lack of trust, it's from the fear of losing someone again. Even though Sharon's tries to stay in tacked with everything he still feels lost, the only things that bring him joy are the smiles he sees that he gives to others and being out in nature.

The only time Sharon is at his highest is when he's high or drunk or making people happy. He took up drugs and drinking after his mother left his family, and he continues now because for a short moment he can forget everything that's happened to him over the years. He also likes it because he doesn't have to put up with reality, yet the downfall is that when he sobers up he witnesses the aftermath of the pain he's also causing his family.

Something most don't know is that he's extremely intelligent, though he's drugged up it's hard to believe he's the guy that skipped eighth and tenth grade. School was his number one thing until his mother left. If he's not out in the woods or forcing himself to communicate he's probably reading. Another not-so-flaw about him is that he's very in touch with nature. Hiking trips, rafting, mountain climbing is all up his alley. Being surrounded by nature is the second best thing to him.

Talents:
|| Has The Ability To Notice When Someone's Lying By Their "Tell" Signs || Can Easily Persuade People Into Getting What He Wants || Can Make Almost Any Lie Sound Like The Truth || Speaks English and Italian || Can Easily Push Someone Away Or Get Over A Person || Thinks Things Through Quickly || Understanding Peoples Moods Or Feelings || He Knows A Lot Of Information From Reading A Lot || Easily Comprehends Things || Isn't Easily Upset {Unless High/Drunk} || Witty || Good Balance ||

Weaknesses:
|| Tends To Push People Away || Always Thinks He's Right || Mostly He Doesn't Value Other Peoples Opinion || Always Keeps His Guard Up || When He Does Open Up To Someone He'll Get Attached And Not Want To Lose That Person || When Getting Attached He Tries Pushing That Person/People Away Even Though He Wants Them Around || Stubborn || Always Tries To Get His Way || Is Rather Jealous When He's In A Relationship Or Trying To Get In One || Tends To Only Show Off His Jackass and Sarcastic Personality To Try To Keep People From Getting To Close || Doesn't Know When To Drop Arguments From Time To Time || Has Sleeping Problems, So Sometimes Goes Days Without Sleeping Until He Passes out || Heavily Addicted To Drugs/Alcohol || Abusive When Intoxicated/High ||

Fears:
|| Doing Nothing Meaningful With His Life || Someone Finding Out About His Drug Use || Someone Finding Out He Abuses His Family || Severely Hurting His Family
|| Being Tricked Or Deceived By Any || Being Alone ||




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"Cause I need drug money, Who got drug money, I am talkin "white phantom sittin on dub" money, I am talkin "cold champagne at tha club" money~"
{ The Presentation | Drake}


History:
Sharon grew up in a very close family, something he enjoyed. Before he became the older protective brother, he had two years on his own. With his parents having money enough money he was a pampered baby that got all the best toys. When his baby brother was brought into the picture Sharon was no longer the center of attention. At first he didn't like it, but he soon grew us to the baby getting all the attention. He loved his brother. Growing up together they were competitive, Chad was always trying to out do him in everything he did. Of course Sharon liked their little competitions, him and his brother were always head to head.. With the two of them always being so close Sharon couldn't help but being proud of Chad, he was a smart kid.

As time went on Sharon was very involved in school, also the best in his class, so intelligent that he skipped to grades. He was all diligent to study, he wanted so much knowledge he could possibly get, but one day that seemed to change. At the age of seven his mother departed him his family, leaving him and his brother and his father. This tore Sharon apart completely. Unsure of how to react he let his grades begin to slip and started hanging out with the wrong kids in school. This kids led him to drugs and drinking. It started out with weed, then shrooms, and after that just continued to escalate and before long he was addicted. Whenever his mind became altered he would take it out on his family, becoming extremely violent and hostile. Surprisingly his father didn't have the heart to get rid of him, instead his family just repetitively accused his actions. Sharon realized how horrible he was, so in order to render his family with less pain he started to do drugs in the woods, that way he was too far away to hurt anyone.



So begins...

Sharon Jackson Arnwine's Story

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Character Portrait: Nathan "Twitch" Dyer Character Portrait: Matthew Summers Character Portrait: Zaria King Character Portrait: Jay Harris Character Portrait: Evelyn Beth Campbell Character Portrait: Theo Pierce
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An uneasy week or so had passed between the last message, and all had gone worryingly quiet. Everyone was forced to the edge of their seat, braced for something to happen. Or, at least, everyone who had got the texts were. Everyone else was perfectly chilled out- still throwing parties, at least.

The party Jay was at was definitely more his type of party. The music wasn't all pounding bass, and it was turned down to a volume where you could actually hear the conversations around you. There was a cup in everyone's hand, but nobody was throwing up or passed out anywhere. People were dancing, but not just grinding on each other with the hope of getting lucky. He'd been to all kinds of parties in his time- from the mind-numbing social events that barely passed as parties and that he'd been obliged to attend, but that did have free alcohol, to the wild parties that the models had somehow found or started themselves afterwards. But these chilled out, laid back ones were always his favourite.

Taking a sip out of his drink, he pulled out his phone and sent a few texts.

To: Theo
i'm inside whenever you get here- let me know when you're nearly here and i'll snag you a drink


"Jay, my man!" Someone yelled, and he grinned as he realised who it was. A fellow model, one he'd worked with and had shared a hotel room with a year or so previous. Jay'd heard that he was coming to town, but hadn't known when.

"Mikey! Still have that inbuilt talent to find parties, then," Jay said, standing up to hug the other guy, careful not to spill his drink. Mikey shrugged, grinning a little. "Hey, dude, you either have it, or you don't. I brought alcohol, where should I leave it?" He asked. Jay pointed the place out to him, and sat back down on the couch, checking his phone again.

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Character Portrait: Zaria King Character Portrait: Reid Putnam Character Portrait: Sharon Jackson Arnwine
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Location: Her House, Town
Interacting With: Reid Putnam (texting)
Mentioned: Sharon Jackson Arnwine
Outfit: Shirt, shorts, shoes

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Zaria sat in her room, toying with one of the lighters she owned. She watched as the flame came to life, only to cease once she'd released the button. She doubted that she would ever cease to be amazed (or obsessed) with fire. It occurred to her that it had been a few days since the last text from the tormentor of the group of local young adults. Thoughts of the person, whoever they were, having given up the game crossed her mind. However, she knew this was unlikely but it didn't hurt to hope, right?

Her phone buzzed and her eyes shot to it. What were the chances it was the person behind this game? She picked it up and unlocked it. She smiled as she realized it was a text from Reid, or as she had put him in her phone, "Reeeeeeed." It was a short text about the party tonight. Z didn't respond immediately, instead getting off of her bed and cleaning up the mess of items on it. The party had completely slipped her mind. It sounded like a lot of fun, but first she needed to hide or discard of all traces of the items she'd stolen over the past few days. Nothing was of real value, but anything useful she kept in case she ever needed it.

Once she was done with that, she put on her bright pink converse, grabbed her car keys and phone, and headed downstairs. "Hey, I'm gonna go hang out with Reid," she called to her parents. After getting their approval, not that she really needed it, she left the house. After getting into the driver's seat of her black Hyundai Elantra GT, she replied to Reid. Yeah, I'll meet you there. Tell Sharon I say hi! Zaria placed her phone in the cupholder before backing out of the driveway.

She began the drive into town-- her family lived slightly outside of Ravenwood-- eager to get to the party. She loved being out with people and just having a good time. Personally, she rarely drank. She just didn't find the taste of alcohol appealing. Some might suggest she couldn't have any fun then, but she had a great time at all the parties she'd gone too. It was also fun to talk to or mess with people who were out of it. She was excited to hang out with Reid too. Yeah, he'd be with Sharon, but that probably wouldn't matter. Zaria turned her radio on and began to get herself pumped for the rest of the night.

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Character Portrait: Zaria King Character Portrait: Reid Putnam Character Portrait: Robyn North Character Portrait: Sharon Jackson Arnwine Character Portrait: Tessa Salomon
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Location: Town
Interacting With: Tessa Salomon and Reid
Putnam
Mentioned: Robyn North and Sharon Jackson
Arwine

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Zaria almost didn't hear her phone vibrating from its spot in the cupholder, as she was preoccupied with driving and singing along with the radio. Not one to check her phone while driving, she waited until she had come to a red light to pick it up. Just as she was about to unlock her phone, the light changed colours. She set it back down and continued driving. As luck would have it, there was not another chance for her to check her phone until she had reach the house where the party was. The pink haired girl opted to park a block away due to the narrowness of the street the house was on and the group of cars already there.

After turning of her car and unbuckling her seatbelt, Zaria picked up her phone. As she did, it vibrated again. Well, wasn't she just so popular tonight? Actually, it wasn't much of a surprise to her. Given her friendly and bubbly personality, she had little problems making friends with others. This equated to a having a lot of contacts in her phone. However, tonight was the night the one contact she didn't want to hear from had sent a message.

Accurately named in her phone as "Stupid Fucking Asshole," the invisible tormentor of her and an unknown amount of other teens in the town had decided tonight was the night to send out another secret. Zaria unlocked her phone, feeling her heartbeat increase. She ignored Tessa's message for the time being, instead opening up the text message from the asshole who was toying with her and the others. She hoped that it wasn't her secret next. God help her if it was.

Her eyes read over the text before she closed them hard, trying to contain everything inside her that wanted to come out. It was her secret. Why, why did it have to be her? Her thoughts and feelings were swirling. Angry at the asshole behind this all, worried about her friends finding out it was her, and terrified about the impending hunt. 72 hours-- the time she had before she was at risk of being murdered. Maybe the psychopath behind this all would be nice and not murder her. Maybe he would just break one of her limbs instead of snapping her neck. Wasn't that a pleasant thought? Zaria opened her eyes, checking to make sure nobody was near her. She let out an anguished scream, a stream of curse words running through her thoughts. What the hell was she supposed to do?

She was sure that nobody (besides the group’s tormentor) knew her secret, as it of course wasn’t something she was very keen on sharing. She also did her best not to exhibit her kleptomania or pyromania around others, especially her friends. If they found out, what would they think of her? That she’d steal from them if they ever turned their backs on her? That she was some crazy person that wanted to watch everything burn? She wasn’t those things, as terrible as the terms “kleptomaniac” and “pyromaniac” sounded. Yes, she was a thief and a fire starter, but she’d never stolen from her friends or caused anybody else harm. Still, she didn’t want her friends to know it was her and she sure didn’t want her parents or the police to know either.

Zaria let out a sigh, looking back at her phone. She exited the message which sealed her fate as the next victim of this malicious game. As she read Tessa's message, she couldn't help but feel a little better. Her friend's concerns about Zari's well being was evident, which was always nice in times like these. Of course, she was far from alright at the moment. Thankfully, texting required only words, not facial expressions.

To: Tessa
Yeah, I did. I can't believe this is starting again! I'm fine, I'm at a party with Reid. You and Rob could come if you're not doing anything.

Though the message lacked the usual energy found in her texts, nobody could really blame her since this wasn't a situation to be taken lightly. Zari ten got out of her car, locking it before walking to the house where the party was at. On the outside, she seemed very much herself. She was smiling and saying hi to everyone she knew, but her mind was preoccupied with how the next few days would pan out. At best, nobody would figure out it was her secret and she would avoid being killed. At worst, everybody would find out, disown her, and she would end up in a body bag. Hopefully it wasn't the worst case scenario, though she was unsure of how she could ever hope to outsmart a killer who she knew nothing about. She'd think of something.

Trying to distract her thoughts, she began looking for Reid or Sharon. Though she would prefer to find Reid or the two together, at this point she wouldn't mind locating just Sharon. She didn't know him too well, but she knew that where he was Reid likely wasn't far away. She hoped the two were actually at the party and weren't busy canoodling elsewhere. After an initial quick sweep of the first floor, she pulled out her phone and texted Reid.

To: Reeeeeeed
Yo I'm here, not sure if you are.

She purposefully did not ask him if he'd gotten the message containing her secret, knowing he would have. Zari also hoped that he'd be too stoned to bring it up at the party. She was hoping to forget the impending doom while here.