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Name/Alias: cass
Desired Character: cassius
How you see this character: he's brittle, formed from broken parts, and held together by protecting himself. There's a scar buried deep within him that he guards, unwilling, and refusing to allow others to break through and see the broken parts within. They can't. They'd hurt him again, the mask he wears stripped apart and the ugliness revealed to the world once more. He can't let them see it, he won't suffer again.

So he protects himself by staying quiet, keeping out of trouble. He doesn't want to risk his head or his mind and fears retaliation for standing up for himself and others. He's a victim who pretends that the wounds on his heart have healed. Wrapped in indifference and displaying a lazy grin on taut lips. He holds his words back, biting his tongue when he sees others in trouble.

It's not worth his time, or the energy or the repercussions of trying to be a little braver. They don't need him, they can find their own way through it just like he did. No one helped him, they pushed on his shoulders until he couldn't breathe, fingers clawing at his throat as he begged for mercy. It disappeared only once he stopped struggling, swallowed by the waters and reality.

The pain vanished and they let him go.

The world is grey, it's cold and dark and you can only carry yourself to the end. He's a coward and selfish, when push comes to shove he's going to keep his head above water by climbing on someone else's back.

Headcanons: I can see him evolving into having a victim complex tbh and he uses that to validate his choice for nat saying anything to Scarlet. He uses it to validate his choice to ignore every other kid he sees gets bullied. He's been there, he survived, they're responsible for what's happening to them. Just be like him, get yourself out of the mess. He's not responsible for them helping themselves, why can't they just do it?

There's never any blame on himself when things go wrong, it's always someone else's fault. He could have said something to Scarlet? That wasn't his place, he had nothing to do with it. He hadn't set anything up or made her go inside. He had simply just been there, watching as her world was destroyed.

He doesn't like interacting with the other guys as much as the girls, he's insecure, pessimistic and has a tendency to bring down the mood. Besides, the guys don't get it, what it's like to be bullied, to have yourself torn apart and having to rebuild every part of you by yourself. Some of the girls do, they're a little more gentle to his wounded soul, they soothe his ego. They have a tendency to feel more sorry for him when he speaks and tells his story, and he can attach himself to those groups with more ease.

He's a little ugly on the inside and sometimes will use his creativity to manipulate others. When he does talk and express himself past his indifference he's soft-spoken and persuasive.

tw: suicide
I can imagine there was a turning point where he was standing on a precipice and he made a choice. Remake himself and protect himself from the bullies by putting a mask into place or die.

His parents are gentle and kind but unaware. He pleads more often than not for them to listen but they brush aside his complaints when he's home. "boys will be boys" "toughen up" "it's just a little teasing, Cass". So he stopped talking to them, he doesn't go home during the holidays anymore.

I can also see him being a writer, expressing those uglier parts of himself through stories. The words he writes can raise a few eyebrows as he favours gore and horror, filling the tales with victims that represent the psychological wounds he has suffered. he plays out their stories through blood and pain and relieves his own nightmares by making himself the villain. In his stories he's the one on top, beating down on the boy who punched him, the one who threw him in the pond.

Do you consent to the possibility of your character's death?: kill me 
Do you understand that this plot is heavily activity based, and not posting in events will result in the immediate death of your character?: hells yeah
Anything else?:

  

Name/Alias: calla
Desired Character: grady sullivan
How you see this character: he's a hypocrite first and a son second. the youngest of five. aloof. he's from a family built on wealth and prestige and picture perfect exteriors. they're pharmaceutical developers, five generations deep, with roots tangled throughout the district. but being the youngest of a family like that means being the overshadowed one, the fourth runner up, the punching bag. at least at home.

the school is a different story. it's some kind of reprise from being stuck under a thumb. he steps on the shoulders of his classmates and raises his face to the sun, stands tall and sets his shoulders because he's finally better than someone, holier than thou. he's there to be your king, not your friend, no matter what his foolish little heart says. he digs his fingers into the acrylics and paints himself a pretty mask. it’s abstract, he says, you wouldn’t understand. but you're not meant to. it's a complicated dance building walls that high, and it'll take more than a few soft words to break through them. he's worked too hard and still not gotten far enough to give up the security that easily.

maybe he was the dreamer child once, a creative little thing crushed under the family's industry. maybe he wasn't. you won't get close enough to find out. that's the thing about an ego that big coupled with self esteem that low - suddenly everyone has an ulterior motive. there's a fine line between being paranoid and manipulative, and it can make you do cruel things. you have to get them before they get you. he takes two steps back when someone steps closer, distances himself and pretends to be something he isn't. he doesn't try to be nice about it. he doesn't have to.

because he's always right, even when he's wrong. even with scarlet. especially when she saw through his facade a little too well. he doesn't care that she's gone, not really, because she had no standing, she was never a threat, she was never useful, he holds his chin up and points his finger, how could you do that, he says to them, and then he wipes the shame from the back of his neck. but there's still something about the whole that nags at him. it's something that chases him and threatens to tear his finely crafted kingdom down. and it shouldn't, because he's untouchable, he knows he is. it doesn't matter that she almost ruined that. because they got away with it, didn't they? it doesn't matter what he feels, as long as he still comes out on top. and he will.

Headcanons:
- inferiority complex masked by a faux superiority complex, yes? yes.
- painting is definitely the 'emotional outlet' for him and lets him get all that mushy shit out in a relatively healthy way, so he claims his art is complex and convoluted only because it's something so personal. most of them, especially the ones he does in the studio late at night and hides under old sheets, are for his eyes only. if he can deter you from understanding what the colours mean or what the symbolism of those white chrysanthemums is, he will.
- squeamish. like faints at the sight of blood squeamish.
- has undiagnosed dyslexia but avoids the subject
- 3 older brothers and 1 older sister, all super successful on the outside
- the family tradition is wanting to die rather than show one (1) emotion
- he'd 100% be a hipster in modern times, you can't fight me on this
- someone or something needs to crack that mask open and make him deal with his feelings please

Do you consent to the possibility of your character's death?: ya!
Do you understand that this plot is heavily activity based, and not posting in events will result in the immediate death of your character?: ya!!
Anything else?: fc change to jeenu mahadevan maybe uwu

Name/Alias: Tom
Desired Character: Parker Gautier
How you see this character:

It's funny.

You never expected things to end up falling where they did. A picture perfect moment that clicks with a flash of a camera. You were always strange to the sheeple of Six. A family of morticians and gravekeepers, you learned how meticulous the world was. You built a life surrounded in the details that are there, taking in every moment behind a flashing camera and the unique perspective you have upon the world. It's the only thing that makes you feel something more than just the same echoing of normality residing in your skin. Surrounding yourself in the flashes of memories you carry with you, in order to understand things better than before.

It's funny. You never wanted to feel apart of something until it came to Salvatore Boarding School. Your voice was just another silenced voice among the crowd of people around to speak up, but you never shied away from your words. It didn't matter if anyone was or wasn't listening to you. You would always speak your mind. It's when you were given such a big task that you felt apart of something more than just the sheeple of six. Always the quiet one, you broke into the lab and did the worst thing you possibly could. You ruined a girl's life because you wanted to feel something more than just the emptiness you've lived with for so long.

It's funny. You ended up joining the crowd with their jeers and stabs like it was second nature. You knew how wrong it was, but in the moment, you felt on top of the world. Part of something much more bigger than yourself, not another empty face in the crowd. The time after it you learned that no one cared; no one ended up caring about you like they had when Scarlet was being taken down. You were alone once more and the feeling of being apart of something, of being useful, of feeling heard for once was taken away from you in a moment's hesitation. You stewed in the frustration, building your collection of details and feelings in the form of photographs. Squares plastered to your room, built up like a work of art until it made you feel better.

It's funny.

You went home to parents who knew nothing about what happened. Spent the summer in mausoleums taking photos of the dead for families who wouldn't care about you. You were never useful to anyone, except when there was a need. It was an emptiness you grew used to over and over again. It's why no one trusted you. You didn't feel things, didn't blink at the tests of your peers who tried to make moves. You were never apart of your peers, but you had been once. You would be again, even if it was for only a moment more. You live for that feeling once more, even knowing it was wrong to look for it.

It's funny.

You never expected to care.

And yet, you still do.

You always have.

Haven't you?

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Taking this from Nyte's app, Tom's Ramble:

I really like the idea of Parker being more focused on the details of life and that's why she's never felt really "normal" compared to the others. A very uncaring person for the most part, stuck in her own mindset for the most part, but desperately craves feeling apart of something bigger than herself. Not afraid to speak up her own thoughts, but always carefully thought out in every step she takes, even making her a killjoy in everything. Meticulous in everything she does and so focused on the little things rather than the big things, it could become a major issue for her. I think development could come from this balancing of wanting to be apart of something and being different from everyone else, even blunt to a point of untrustworthy to others.

Headcanons:

-Wants to feel apart of something bigger than herself

-Doesn't shy away from speaking out; will always fight back against someone she believes is wrong

-Pretends to not care about what people say about her, but secretly does

-Rules the dark room at the school and is often found in there processing photos she's taken of things that interest her

-Photography nerd, always has a camera on her no matter where she goes

-Doesn't really fit in anywhere, but knows everyone

-Late nights awake with only her thoughts to keep her company, usually calls this the evening blues

-On the outside, she's blunt and not afraid to tell you how it is, but once on the inside or alone, she runs over every word time and time again

-Embarrassed and haunted by a single memory of something she did in third grade; which she relives randomly at night (she said something stupid to a teacher)

-Constantly does things to stand out from the crowd, not afraid of being seen by others

-Fearless, but also knows when to back down

-Chews on the backs of pens when in class, while she watches the sun rise or set, wishing she could photograph it forever

Do you consent to the possibility of your character's death?: Yes, of course. Kill me again.
Do you understand that this plot is heavily activity based, and not posting in events will result in the immediate death of your character?: YEET
Anything else?: I think I am good! Super excited for another Clue Plot!