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SANTINO HALL

Gender
tab ✦ Male

Birthday
tab ✦ July 19th

Age
tab ✦ Sixteen

Year
tab ✦ Sophomore

School
tab ✦ Department of Sciences

Talent
tab ✦ Biology (Focus: Marine Biology)

Eye Color
tab ✦ Sea Green

Hair Color
tab ✦ Light brown, but after a series of unfortunate events, and some chlorine, his locks bleed green

Skin Tone
tab ✦ Ruddy Peach

Height & Weight
tab ✦ 6'1" & 159 lbs.

Sexual Orientation
tab ✦ Heterosexual

Theme Song
tab ✦ "Badfish" by Sublime

Voice
tab ✦ The Voice of Jason Marsden

Personality Traits
tab ★ Impulsive
tab ★ Distracted
tab ★ Tenacious
tab ★ Candid
tab ★ Stubborn

Biography
Santino grew up on the west side of Walla Walla, Washington, near the Walla Walla River, around a never ending blanket of wineries. He was his parents’ youngest child, with three siblings, and the only son. His sisters were significantly older than himself, with the youngest of the trio clocking in ten years before Santino. Santino seemed to be born on the cusp of the fertility spectrum, and he grew up as the baby of the family. His eldest sister was pregnant at nearly the same time as their mother, (his siblings scoff and rant of the irresponsibility of their parents whenever it is mentioned), resulting in a nephew just barely younger than his uncle. Santino spent a good portion of his childhood tormenting his dearest nephew, demanding respect and authority based on their unlikely familial bond. While Santino and Dax should have shared a more cousin-like relationship, in reality, their friendship oozed into big-little brother territory.

Santino’s elderly parents had retired to his mother’s hometown Walla Walla after years of living as successful astrophysicists in Arizona. After losing all three of their daughters to the world of socialite housewife-ism, they were determined to effectively construct a scientist out of their last-chance son. Constellations covered the child’s bedroom walls, carefully painted to convey both accuracy and beauty. Planetary mobiles hovered above his tangled head, hung delicately from the ceiling with precise locomotion. Star charts hung proudly beneath refrigerator magnets, sharing their position with scribbled crayon drawings of whimsical galaxies and nebulas. However, tragedy struck on the morning of Santino’s seventh birthday. The couple had innocently decided to take their son to visit a zoo in a nearby city. They strolled the pathways of the park, making comments about the lifestyles and ecosystems of the animals that they passed, until they reached the aquarium. The sharks cast shadows below, dancing in circles through the curtain of water; the jellyfish floated by, wispy and wild, creating rows of translucent lace as their tendrils soared loose and carefree; schools of fish swam in excellent unison, a beautiful machine of motion, protecting even the smallest member of their group. Santino pressed his face against the glass, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, as his parents exchanged defeated glances. Their son had the same spellbound face that each of them had as children the moment that they gazed into a telescope. They had created a scientist, but the couple had tragically lost their little future astronomer to the world of marine biology.

His parents grew to accept their aquatically-brained son, and encouraged him to make his passion into a career and become independently wealthy. Margaret and Thomas Hall were both successful and affluent through the force of their own hard work, and their disappointment with their daughters’ codependence unloaded a great deal of expectations onto Santino’s shoulders. They attempted to construct learning environments for Santino that would push his intellect to its greatest potential. However, the boy seemed to have a one-track mind for fish. He had absolutely no interest in the cultures of Rome or Greece, the metaphors hidden in classic novels, or economic statistics. If biology was not on the scholarly menu of the day, it was practically impossible to find him. His parents’ greatest struggle was keeping him inside the house. It was disturbingly common for him to sneak past his parents, effortlessly pick locks, and slink into their funds for travel money. They would inevitably track him down, sitting idly on a beach near the Pacific, having spent their pocket change on a few train tickets. In attempts to compromise with his stubborn lack of interest in land-dwellers, they bribed him with swimming lessons, vacations near the ocean, and massive collections of books containing information on marine biology. Still, he couldn’t help but to run away from home and flee towards the ocean. As he approached adolescence, they realized that they could no longer delude themselves into thinking that he could be homeschooled under their supervision. They began looking for acceptable high schools for their intelligent, but rebellious, teenaged fish.

Walla Walla was a small town of less than 40,000, and it possessed only one high school. It was immediately apparent that he would have to be sent to a school much farther away from his home. Knowing that he would likely escape if given too much flexibility, they came to the decision that he required a boarding school, (if it were possible, one with barred windows). Margaret and Thomas applied their son for a school more than a few states away, pleased with its reputation. While they treated him like an unruly prisoner, they still expected a young scientist to return to them, and were not satisfied with him receiving an improper education. They shipped their son away, eager for him to arrive in the summer as a well-sculpted man of disciplined priorities. Twelve-and-a-half seconds after arriving at the airport, he miraculously snuck away and boarded a plane to southern California, fuming with resentment and desperate for sea foam. After once again retrieving their goldfish to put it back in its bowl, they presented him with a flustered monologue describing his irresponsibility and their immense disappointment. Santino’s eldest sister offered a solution: her cautious son, Dax, would be entering high school in the fall, and could provide outsourced supervision for her rebellious little brother. The unlucky Dax immediately began a protest, refusing punishment and relocation due to Santino’s bizarreness. Dax dyed his hair blue, the most rebellious action that the innocent little teenager could imagine. Santino, misunderstanding the cause of the protest and attempting to aid his nephew, bleached his hair to add to the defiance. However, upon visiting the pool shortly after, his locks began to shine green in reaction to the chlorine in the water. His parents were mortified. Santino didn’t notice the change for almost a week.

Santino Hall lives content in a realm filled with shades of deep blue and overly saturated splashes of color. He harbors no feelings of self-consciousness, ignoring any judgments or malice he receives for his behavior. His world is mostly self-contained, pausing only to offer a comment of dry snark or to suggest an inane plan to disrupt his dull world. He has turned his dorm room into a cave. The unofficial wallpaper pasted and pinned to his wall is composed of posters, pictures, articles, and drawings of sea life and ocean patterns. Vivid models of fish and aquatic mammals hang from his ceiling and decorate almost every surface of his living space. He does most of his work on the floor, and dislikes the feeling of sleeping in a bed. It is expected that he will have dismantled his bed and hidden the parts away in his closet within hours of reaching the school. The mattress will likely end up wedged against a wall as he spreads out a messy nest of books and papers on the carpet below. He’ll curl into the shape of a globe under his desk before resting for two hours, as he does not sleep for long periods of time, but in tiny naps throughout the day. It is common to find him dozing under a far table in the library without too much care for the consequences. He skips class more often than the administration cares to inform his parents.

Graduation Project
When asked, he will roll out of his assumed spherical position, complain that someone woke him and wave his arms limply, muttering 'something about sharks!'

He will then go back to bed.

Other Information
tab ✦ He immediately loses respect for anyone who does not morally oppose the hunting of sharks for their fins.
tab ✦ Santino operates under the illusion that he and Dax are best buddies. He has never noticed the annoyance, resentment, or open hostility. He tries to include his nephew in everything, despite the fact that Dax wants absolutely no part of it.
tab ✦ Unless given alternative meals, Santino will eat exclusively PB&J sandwiches and vanilla pudding cups if left to his own devices.
tab ✦ He is terrified of squirrels, and their weird, swirly tails.

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[The Okay Pumpkin]

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AMBER LEE

Gender
tab ✦ Female

Birthday
tab ✦ December 16th

Age
tab ✦ Seveteen

Year
tab ✦ Junior

School
tab ✦ The Department of Sciences

Talent
tab ✦ Physics (Focus: Experimental Physics)

Eye Color
tab ✦ Faded Blue

Hair Color
tab ✦ Warm Ginger

Skin Tone
tab ✦ Pinky Pale

Height & Weight
tab ✦ 5'10" & 132 lbs.

Sexual Orientation
tab ✦ Bisexual

Theme Song
tab ✦ "Everyone Falls" by Beth Thornley

Voice
tab ✦ The Voice in This Silly Recording

Personality Traits
tab ★ Clever
tab ★ Eloquent
tab ★ Insecure
tab ★ Ambitious
tab ★ Anxious

Biography
Amber was born a child of recessive genetics to a poor Chickasaw artist and a vaguely Irish preschool teacher in the small town of Clyo, Georgia. She was left for her grandmother to raise while her teenaged mother attempted to earn a high school diploma and her nomadic father traveled the country. Amber displayed few visual similarities with the other members of her family, and was frequently picked on and bullied by the other children in their very Native American community. Her grandmother was a stubborn and hard woman, and ran a very strict household. She learned to quietly play by herself and to avoid asking for anything superfluous. When her parents returned, their silent sprout was uprooted and moved to a variety of locations. The constant relocations ensured that no friendships could form or survive, and it was only when her mother was pregnant with another child that the time came for them to settle down. The small family moved to Ohio in order to live with the parents of her mother.

Amber was a very sensitive and soft-spoken girl, unwilling to cause conflict or earn disapproval. She completed assignments competently and consistently, studying even when it wasn’t necessary. She strived for silent perfection, to behave properly and succeed in her endeavors, but to avoid drawing any unnecessary attention on herself. She became a jack-of-all-trades, afraid to develop a skill to the point of admiration, but intent on being helpful. She demonstrated no vulnerabilities, and earned no friends, desperately terrified that close relationships could leave a crack in her flawless armor.

When she entered middle school, her veneer was cracked open with a metaphorical sledgehammer. Her father died suddenly and without warning, due to unexpected heart complications. Her mother was very shortly hospitalized, and it was revealed that she harbored a terrible lung disease that would ensure that she never worked or performed any sort of manual labor again. Amber became a ghost of a person, alone at a new school where she was bullied for her shyness and bookworm attitude. Within the course of a year, she developed an eating disorder and a strong sense of inferiority. Her mother, who possessed the demeanor of a depression-era war veteran, barely managed to budget the household bills, and could not afford any luxuries. Amber would sit awkwardly by herself in the hostile lunchroom, the target of every middle school girl in sight, holding her food stamp supported bagged lunch protectively and sullenly. On the day that one of the more malicious preteen girls walked calmly towards her and punched her in the jaw, without reason and without warning, she earned her first two friends. Two boys, sporting a fluffy afro and a purple Mohawk, arrived to slap the girl across the face and defend the frizzy redhead. The three developed a sibling-like relationship, a trio consisting of a ginger-haired shrinking violet, an autistic Wikipedia-worshipper, and a rebellious class-clown. With the help of her freshly built support system, Amber began to feel like a worthwhile person.

Over the summer before her first year of high school, the trio became an extremely close group. Mike, the rebel, taught her to crack jokes and pierced her ears, (multiple times), and his older sister taught her how to apply dramatic makeup. Greyson, the brainiac, introduced her to the world of physical systems and mechanics, and they spent weeks building rockets together. Amber started high school and joined every activity and club that would take her, determined to break free from her shyness. She attempted to shine, instead of extinguishing her light. She forced herself to learn public speaking skills, and tried to act as a capable leader. Her mother watched in confusion as her daughter took two hours every morning to transform into an immaculate being of propriety. She entered every academic contest and competition that she was allowed, and learned that she was more of a competitive and ambitious person than she realized. Her friends teased her about her extreme participation, and were even occasionally swept up in the school-involvement-whirlwind. While she finally felt like she was exceeding expectations and crushing the harsh words that had stained her childhood, she was still insecure and anxious about receiving social acceptance. Amber had learned to be a respectable public figure, but she still hadn’t learned how to make more friends. Her two friends were all that she felt she needed, and as long as she avoided receiving open public ridicule, she considered herself lucky. When Greyson moved away and Mike was expelled for in-school fighting, she immediately felt lost once again. She short circuited, alone in a suddenly hostile environment, and broke down. Her eating disorder returned, and she attempted to overdose on her cousin’s bipolar mood stabilizer medication and a bottle of ibuprofen. Her younger sister found her quickly, allowing her to receive proper care and treatment in time to save her life.

After spending a week in a surprisingly pleasant young girls’ pediatric ward, she returned to school, now considered a mentally unstable social pariah. She felt like the weak person that she saw in her middle school self, and realized how little actual progress she had made. Deciding that she no longer wanted to be such a small personality, she elected to transform herself into the most brilliant individual she could be. She applied for a transfer to Medrus, and the daughter of the low-income-single-mother received generous scholarships. She used her enthusiasm for the rocket physics experiments she had excitedly executed with Greyson to earn a place in the Science Department. On the day of her departure, her mother smiled, happy that her daughter finally seemed independent and bold. While Amber still wasn’t completely sure of herself, she had finally decided to address her insecurities and attempt to battle them righteously.

Graduation Project
Amber is an incoming transfer student, so she has only recently learned of the graduation project requirements. Still, the overachiever has been researching the projectile motion characteristics of the trebuchet. She intends to construct a trebuchet, roughly ten to fifteen feet in height, and make alterations that allow complete control of the device. She will keep a detailed journal entailing the estimations for each launch, complete with accommodations for air resistance and initial velocities. Videos will be recorded for each trial, and a detailed research paper will be developed. A basketball will be the most likely projectile used, but Amber would love the opportunity to launch pumpkins from the sling of the trebuchet. There's just something so psychologically satisfying about smashing pumpkins.

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SETH STANLEY

Gender
tab ✦ Male

Birthday
tab ✦ December 16th

Age
tab ✦ Twenty-nine

Years With the School
tab ✦ Two Years

School
tab ✦ Staff

Position
tab ✦ School Nurse

Eye Color
tab ✦ Crystal Blue

Hair Color
tab ✦ Light Blond

Skin Tone
tab ✦ Pale Peach

Height & Weight
tab ✦ 6'2" & 178 lbs.

Sexual Orientation
tab ✦ Heterosexual

Theme Song
tab ✦ "Superman" by Goldfinger

Voice
tab ✦ The Voice of H. Jon Benjamin

Personality Traits
tab ★ Introspective
tab ★ Outgoing
tab ★ Overenthusiastic
tab ★ Compassionate
tab ★ Naïve

Biography
Seth was tragically born with the horrible medical condition Resting Jerk Face. His face is deceptive of his nature. In the mirror, he sees a lighthearted beacon of congeniality. In his mind, his expressions convey approachability. In his heart, he feels an eagerness to be helpful and an almost blind sense of loyalty. However, strangers only see a pair of cold eyes and a seemingly hostile disposition. He is a symbolic sea urchin, a spikey character with squishy insides. His assumed unfriendliness acts a barrier for most routine social interactions, but it’s uncommon for him to retain the image of a horrible-looking psychopath for long after someone actually bothers to converse with him. He has the personality of a golden retriever in the body of an ill-trained Great Dane the size of a small bear.

His fierce desire to combat his heartbreaking medical affliction made him an intense, turbulent force in the nursing program. Seth was wildly determined to hold a position that allowed him to regularly help people, even if his usual appearance was unappealing to most. His drive led him to success, and he became a registered nurse in the state of Maine at an acclaimed hospital of highly regarded medical practitioners. However, in his grand aspirations and eagerness to help others, he had completely neglected the negative aspects of the job description. He quickly realized that he was unprepared and ill-equipped to deliver bad news to patients and their families. His unapproachability even seemed to add to their devastation. Gutted and exhausted from his situation, he searched for options to better accommodate his gooey-soft soul. Pleased with the idea of helping students to maintain their health as they tirelessly worked to achieve their goals, along with the less dire situations involved in the career, he made a decision. He obtained registration in the state of Connecticut and slid a few states down the edge of the Atlantic. His credentials made him an easy selection for the job as the school nurse of Medrus High School. Now, he playfully rolls around on the swivel chair in his office, waiting for the inevitable overly-stressed senior to melt onto his couch after procrastinating on their graduation project.

Job Description
Seth has earned a Master's Degree from an accredited institution in the state of Maine. He is a registered professional nurse licensed in the state of Connecticut. Seth provides health care to students and staff, performs health screenings, and promotes health education. Unfortunately, he must also teach the dreaded 'Sex Ed.'

Other Information
tab ✦ Seth is divorced. He was briefly married to a lawyer for seven months when he was twenty-four. It was a small civil ceremony at the county courthouse. The separation was amiable and mutual.
tab ✦ Seth owns a golden retriever named Digby. He hides it in his living quarters and operates under the delusion that no one knows about his furry roommate.
tab ✦ He has an unhealthy addiction to playing tetris on his computer when he thinks no one will catch him. The song from the old game is the ringtone for his phone.
tab ✦ He is extremely anxious about his upcoming thirtieth birthday.
tab ✦ He disliked living in Maine. When asked why, he would explain that "it's nothing but clouds, crustaceans, Stephen King, and lighthouses."

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[The Okay Pumpkin]

Username: PumpkinPhysics
Name: Orion Lepus
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Grade: Eleventh
Courses: Dark Magic, Psychology, Art
Clubs: Book Club
Sports: None
Race: Shadow Demon
Abilities/Powers/Skills:
✦ I make my travels through the dreams of others. I eat your nightmares.
✦ Build your walls. They will not protect you. I will walk right through them.
✦ If I do not wish you to see me, you will not.
Personality:
I am a hunter. I am meticulous and concise. I am fair and decisive, and I do not accept malice or irresponsibility. I enjoy sharing information, and guiding others to answers, and learning new things. I do not enjoy selfishness. I am quiet, but I am not shy. I enjoy hearing the stories of others, as mine are no longer my own to share. I love learning about anatomy, which people seem to struggle with, despite its usefulness. My race are hunters, and it is my mother's wish that I become a scholar. I require knowledge of the body in order to effectively attack and defend myself when it is required of me. Our vessels serve a cosmic purpose, guiding us through our travels in life. Demons are not just dark corpses. We did not lose our souls, as we are souls. We have bodies, and I take proper care of mine. I'm an extremely grumpy person most of the time, and my words ooze snark. I resent the necessity of my stay here. My sister and I are quite close, and she insists that somewhere inside me rests the potential to be a good person. I do not share her belief, but it's comforting to know that even if I have to stay in this wretched place with these possibly wretched people, my sister still looks out for me. I will still probably be quite grouchy, though.
Likes: Astronomy, Black Coffee, Tobacco Products
Dislikes: Dolls, Meaningless Laughter, Selfishness
Bio.: My sister and I are of Germanic heritage. I suffer an endless quest against an eternal force. While our mother is a creature of light, our father is a monster. I unfortunately inherited his genetics, while my sister was much more lucky. His venom is my blood, and I will never forgive him for the curse that he gave to me. I am a person of permanent grudges.My race of demons are like fairie tale creatures. We are the Aufhocker that fill the nightmares of innocents. We are more feared than the Druden, the Nachtkrapp, or the Horerczy. Krampus dreads the rumble of our footsteps. We are a silent scare. My father was the first monster to hide under the bed of a child in the night. I am content to hide in the shadows, silently wishing for his demise, while eating the dreams of the evil people of the world.
Extra Info.:
✦ I smoke like a chimney, much to the loud dismay of my sister.
✦ I hate beds. I always sleep on the floor. I make little nests out of blankets and pillows.
✦ I'm practically not even a person until I have my coffee in the morning.

[The Okay Pumpkin]

SANTINO__HALL

_B A S I C
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Nickname: Sandy
Age: Sixteen
Grade: Tenth
Club: Host Club

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Height: 6'2"
Weight: 167 lbs.
Eye Color: Sea Green
Hair Color: Light brown, but after a series of unfortunate events, and some chlorine, his locks bleed green
Tattoos:NA
Piercings: NA
Scars: NA

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Sexuality: Heterosexual
Traits:

● Impulsive
● Tenacious
● Stubborn

Likes:

✓ Sharks
✓ Pudding Cups
✓ Vanilla Coke


Dislikes:

✕ Socks
✕ The Midwest
✕ That he can't wear contacts when he swims. He hates his glasses.

Background Story:
Santino grew up on the west side of Walla Walla, Washington, near the Walla Walla River, around a never ending blanket of wineries. He was his parents’ youngest child, with three siblings, and the only son. His sisters were significantly older than himself, with the youngest of the trio clocking in ten years before Santino. Santino seemed to be born on the cusp of the fertility spectrum, and he grew up as the baby of the family. His eldest sister was pregnant at nearly the same time as their mother, (his siblings scoff and rant of the irresponsibility of their parents whenever it is mentioned), resulting in a nephew just barely younger than his uncle. Santino spent a good portion of his childhood tormenting his dearest nephew, demanding respect and authority based on their unlikely familial bond. While Santino and Dax should have shared a more cousin-like relationship, in reality, their friendship oozed into big-little brother territory.

Santino’s elderly parents had retired to his mother’s hometown Walla Walla after years of living as successful astrophysicists in Arizona. After losing all three of their daughters to the world of socialite housewife-ism, they were determined to effectively construct a scientist out of their last-chance son. Constellations covered the child’s bedroom walls, carefully painted to convey both accuracy and beauty. Planetary mobiles hovered above his tangled head, hung delicately from the ceiling with precise locomotion. Star charts hung proudly beneath refrigerator magnets, sharing their position with scribbled crayon drawings of whimsical galaxies and nebulas. However, tragedy struck on the morning of Santino’s seventh birthday. The couple had innocently decided to take their son to visit a zoo in a nearby city. They strolled the pathways of the park, making comments about the lifestyles and ecosystems of the animals that they passed, until they reached the aquarium. The sharks cast shadows below, dancing in circles through the curtain of water; the jellyfish floated by, wispy and wild, creating rows of translucent lace as their tendrils soared loose and carefree; schools of fish swam in excellent unison, a beautiful machine of motion, protecting even the smallest member of their group. Santino pressed his face against the glass, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, as his parents exchanged defeated glances. Their son had the same spellbound face that each of them had as children the moment that they gazed into a telescope. They had created a scientist, but the couple had tragically lost their little future astronomer to the world of marine biology.

His parents grew to accept their aquatically-brained son, and encouraged him to make his passion into a career and become independently wealthy. Margaret and Thomas Hall were both successful and affluent through the force of their own hard work, and their disappointment with their daughters’ codependence unloaded a great deal of expectations onto Santino’s shoulders. They attempted to construct learning environments for Santino that would push his intellect to its greatest potential. However, the boy seemed to have a one-track mind for fish. He had absolutely no interest in the cultures of Rome or Greece, the metaphors hidden in classic novels, or economic statistics. If biology was not on the scholarly menu of the day, it was practically impossible to find him. His parents’ greatest struggle was keeping him inside the house. It was disturbingly common for him to sneak past his parents, effortlessly pick locks, and slink into their funds for travel money. They would inevitably track him down, sitting idly on a beach near the Pacific, having spent their pocket change on a few train tickets. In attempts to compromise with his stubborn lack of interest in land-dwellers, they bribed him with swimming lessons, vacations near the ocean, and massive collections of books containing information on marine biology. Still, he couldn’t help but to run away from home and flee towards the ocean. As he approached adolescence, they realized that they could no longer delude themselves into thinking that he could be homeschooled under their supervision. They began looking for acceptable high schools for their intelligent, but rebellious, teenaged fish.

Walla Walla was a small town of less than 40,000, and it possessed only one high school. It was immediately apparent that he would have to be sent to a school much farther away from his home. Knowing that he would likely escape if given too much flexibility, they came to the decision that he required a boarding school, (if it were possible, one with barred windows). Margaret and Thomas applied their son for a school more than a few states away, pleased with its reputation. While they treated him like an unruly prisoner, they still expected a young scientist to return to them, and were not satisfied with him receiving an improper education. They shipped their son away, eager for him to arrive in the summer as a well-sculpted man of disciplined priorities. Twelve-and-a-half seconds after arriving at the airport, he miraculously snuck away and boarded a plane to southern California, fuming with resentment and desperate for sea foam. After once again retrieving their goldfish to put it back in its bowl, they presented him with a flustered monologue describing his irresponsibility and their immense disappointment. Santino’s eldest sister offered a solution: her cautious son, Dax, would be entering high school in the fall, and could provide outsourced supervision for her rebellious little brother. The unlucky Dax immediately began a protest, refusing punishment and relocation due to Santino’s bizarreness. Dax dyed his hair blue, the most rebellious action that the innocent little teenager could imagine. Santino, misunderstanding the cause of the protest and attempting to aid his nephew, bleached his hair to add to the defiance. However, upon visiting the pool shortly after, his locks began to shine green in reaction to the chlorine in the water. His parents were mortified. Santino didn’t notice the change for almost a week.

Santino Hall lives content in a realm filled with shades of deep blue and overly saturated splashes of color. He harbors no feelings of self-consciousness, ignoring any judgments or malice he receives for his behavior. His world is mostly self-contained, pausing only to offer a comment of dry snark or to suggest an inane plan to disrupt his dull surroundings. He has turned his dorm room into a cave. The unofficial wallpaper pasted and pinned to his walls is composed of posters, pictures, articles, and drawings of sea life and ocean patterns. Vivid models of fish and aquatic mammals hang from his ceiling and decorate almost every surface of his living space. He does most of his work on the floor, and dislikes the feeling of sleeping in a bed. It is expected that he will have dismantled his bed and hidden the parts away in his closet within hours of reaching the school. The mattress will likely end up wedged against a wall as he spreads out a messy nest of books and papers on the carpet below. He’ll curl into the shape of a globe under his desk before resting for two hours, as he does not sleep for long periods of time, but in tiny naps throughout the day. It is common to find him dozing under a far table in the library without too much care for the consequences. He skips class more often than the administration cares to inform his parents.

When Dax mentioned the desire to join a club, Santino orbited him, imagining him as his coconspirator. In his mind, they were partners in escape and rebellion, despite Dax resenting him for his role in their situation. Blindly accepting Dax’s suggestion that they join the host club, Santino expected there to be an angle of rebellion, some sort of reason that could somehow act to assist them in their fight for freedom. Dax had expected the thought to mortify and repel Santino, and had not expected to actually join the club. Santino had wanted to flee from the school, and Dax had wanted to flee from Santino. Both seemed to be quite out of luck.

_M I S C
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Extra: The idea of shark fin hunting repulses him. He eats exclusively PB&J sandwiches unless someone else provides him with other food. Squirrels freak him out, with their weird swirly tails.
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[The Okay Pumpkin]

DAX__BRADLEY

_B A S I C
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Nickname: Daxxy
Age: Fifteen
Grade: Ninth
Club: Host Club

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Height: 5'1"
Weight: 102 lbs.
Eye Color: Sky Blue
Hair Color: Blond, but in a recent fit of protest, it is currently dyed blue
Tattoos: NA
Piercings: NA
Scars: NA

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Sexuality: Heterosexual
Traits:

● Perceptive
● Disagreeable
● Witty

Likes:

✓ Astronomy
✓ Pudding Cups
✓ Cherry Coke


Dislikes:

✕ Dishonesty
✕ The Overenthusiastic
✕ Water

Background Story:
Dax Bradley mumbles the words “This isn’t a good idea” more than any other set of terms in the English language.

Dax was born in Walla Walla County, in a suburb of Walla Walla, Washington, colloquially referred to as East Walla Walla. His parents owned a winery, where his mother acted as the congenial hostess while his father hid in the back office configuring their financial records. His mother promoted proper etiquette and his father valued proper education. They taught him to esteem honesty, empathy, and respect. They sculpted him into a curious and courteous child, capable of critical thinking and keen intuition. Their creation was much more potent than they imagined, however. They seemed to have low expectations of the effectiveness of their accomplishment, as they seemed not to notice his observant eyes passing judgment on their unscrupulous behavior. He realized quickly that his loving parents most certainly did not practice what they preached. His mother was a functioning alcoholic, made worse by the constant supply of wine around her at all times, while his father was a shameless philanderer. The sickeningly sweet tones that they spoke to each other with during the conversations that they had of in front of him were nothing similar to the seething disrespect they had for each other behind closed doors. He rapidly came to the conclusion that his parents only valued their teachings while in their public personas. Dax’s respect for those sharing his surroundings plummeted. As he grew in age, he developed his belief that the world around him was unreliable.

His parents would often make the drive out to West Walla Walla for visits with his grandparents. While he enjoyed the company of his retired relatives, his uncle, who just barely surpassed him in age, haunted his childhood. Santino was a tornado of energy, effortlessly sweeping everything in his path into his peculiar perpetual motion. His presence itself was like shouting, and Dax’s memories were peppered with examples of Santino’s shenanigans. He actively resented Santino for many years, believing his uncle’s insistence on his nephew’s involvement in his crimes was some form of cruel bullying. Dax began to incorrectly assume that he was more complex than everyone around him and their selfish mannerisms. His parents’ indiscretions disgusted him, and his uncle’s childishness made him seethe. It wasn’t until Santino slapped Dax across the face with an armor-piercing declaration that his illusion was shattered. Dax had exhaustedly begged the question of why Santino refused to leave him in peace before receiving a shocking response. Without hesitation and radiating complete sincerity, Santino flatly answered:

“Because you’re my best friend. I don’t want you to feel left out and we have so much fun together.”

Despite all of the built up hostility, it was impossible to hate the only person who operated with completely good intentions and complete honesty in a world of selfish liars. While Dax scoffed at Santino’s frequent runaway attempts to reach the sea, he was partly jealous of the adventures. Santino saw only the sea, while Dax saw only the stars. His grandparents’ cluttered attempts to teach their son appreciation for astronomy were lost on Santino, but Dax absorbed the visuals like a sponge. He could connect constellations and asterisms instantly and dreamt only of the stars. Cosmology became the philosophy of his universe, and he cherished the stability that the laws of physics offered. Hard science was inelastic, the ultimate authenticity. Santino could flee to his ocean sanctuary, but Dax couldn’t hide amongst the stars.

When his mother carelessly suggested that he accompany Santino on his journey across the country to a boarding school too far away for his liking, he was appalled. His academic achievements effortlessly granted him admission, and his affluent grandparents gladly paid his tuition. While Santino was only indirectly responsible, his attitude on Dax’s involvement in the situation aggravated him. Santino was almost gleeful to have him as a companion, oblivious that their dilemma was a consequence of only his own rebellion. In a desperate attempt to more vocally protest the move, Dax began acting out in ways that only he seemed to think were significant. All of his attempts at disrespect went unnoticed, and with great frustration, he tried to reevaluate his battle plan. He dyed his blond locks blue, only for Santino to undermine the action and arrive at the winery with green hair, enthusiastic about their unified fight. Defeated, Dax accompanied Santino to the school, exhausted and resentful, but his malice was minimal. Santino seemed so cheerful about their partnership that it was impossible for him to retain his anger for long.

Santino followed Dax around happily upon reaching the school, denying Dax any cool-down period from his irritation. Exasperated, he threatened to join the school’s host club, but it created a disastrous outcome. Santino accepted his wishes immediately, expecting the motion to be part of some scheme to upset their parents. Dax held disbelief that his dismal situation could grow much worse, until his role in the club was decided. His tiny stature and misleadingly cherubic features led him to receiving the position of the boy Lolita. The indignities he suffered never seemed to end.

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Extra: Dax cannot swim, despite how many times Santino has thrown him into the water and hopefully asked him to 'just kick your legs a bit!' Dax likes to make chainmail, muttering and embarrassed every time Santino declares it to be 'manly knitting.' Dax often sneaks into Santino's dorm room while he's asleep to eat all of his stashed pudding cups. If confronted, he will lie, all while thinking 'It was me that took the last pudding out of the fridge. I know it was yours. I know you wanted it. I know you were excited about it. I just didn't care, and it was delicious. You're the reason I'm stuck here.'
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[The Okay Pumpkin]

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DAX BRADLEY

Gender
tab ✦ Male

Birthday
tab ✦ January 13th

Age
tab ✦ Fifteen

Year
tab ✦ Freshman

School
tab ✦ Department of Science

Talent
tab ✦ Physics (Focus: Astrophysics)

Eye Color
tab ✦ Sky Blue

Hair Color
tab ✦ Blond, but in a recent fit of protest, it is currently dyed blue

Skin Tone
tab ✦ Paler than the Moon

Height & Weight
tab ✦ 5'1" & 102 lbs.

Sexual Orientation
tab ✦ Heterosexual

Theme Song
tab ✦ "Cosmic Love" by Florence + The Machine

Voice
tab ✦ The Voice of Greg Cipes

Personality Traits
tab ★ Perceptive
tab ★ Disagreeable
tab ★ Witty
tab ★ Distrusting
tab ★ Polite

Biography
Dax Bradley mumbles the words “This isn’t a good idea” more than any other set of terms in the English language.

Dax was born in Walla Walla County, in a suburb of Walla Walla, Washington, colloquially referred to as East Walla Walla. His parents owned a winery, where his mother acted as the congenial hostess while his father hid in the back office configuring their financial records. His mother promoted proper etiquette and his father valued proper education. They taught him to esteem honesty, empathy, and respect. They sculpted him into a curious and courteous child, capable of critical thinking and keen intuition. Their creation was much more potent than they imagined, however. They seemed to have low expectations of the effectiveness of their accomplishment, as they seemed not to notice his observant eyes passing judgment on their unscrupulous behavior. He realized quickly that his loving parents most certainly did not practice what they preached. His mother was a functioning alcoholic, made worse by the constant supply of wine around her at all times, while his father was a shameless philanderer. The sickeningly sweet tones that they spoke to each other with during the conversations that they had of in front of him were nothing similar to the seething disrespect they had for each other behind closed doors. He rapidly came to the conclusion that his parents only valued their teachings while in their public personas. Dax’s respect for those sharing his surroundings plummeted. As he grew in age, he developed his belief that the world around him was unreliable.

His parents would often make the drive out to West Walla Walla for visits with his grandparents. While he enjoyed the company of his retired relatives, his uncle, who just barely surpassed him in age, haunted his childhood. Santino was a tornado of energy, effortlessly sweeping everything in his path into his peculiar perpetual motion. His presence itself was like shouting, and Dax’s memories were peppered with examples of Santino’s shenanigans. He actively resented Santino for many years, believing his uncle’s insistence on his nephew’s involvement in his crimes was some form of cruel bullying. Dax began to incorrectly assume that he was more complex than everyone around him and their selfish mannerisms. His parents’ indiscretions disgusted him, and his uncle’s childishness made him seethe. It wasn’t until Santino slapped Dax across the face with an armor-piercing declaration that his illusion was shattered. Dax had exhaustedly begged the question of why Santino refused to leave him in peace before receiving a shocking response. Without hesitation and radiating complete sincerity, Santino flatly answered:

“Because you’re my best friend. I don’t want you to feel left out and we have so much fun together.”

Despite all of the built up hostility, it was impossible to hate the only person who operated with completely good intentions and frank honesty in a world of selfish liars. While Dax scoffed at Santino’s frequent runaway attempts to reach the sea, he was partly jealous of the adventures. Santino saw only the sea, while Dax saw only the stars. His grandparents’ cluttered attempts to teach their son appreciation for astronomy were lost on Santino, but Dax absorbed the visuals like a sponge. He could connect constellations and asterisms instantly and dreamt only of the stars. Cosmology became the philosophy of his universe, and he cherished the stability that the laws of physics offered. Hard science was inelastic, the ultimate authenticity. Santino could flee to his ocean sanctuary, but Dax couldn’t hide amongst the stars.

When his mother carelessly suggested that he accompany Santino on his journey across the country to a boarding school too far away for his liking, he was appalled. His academic achievements effortlessly granted him admission, and his affluent grandparents gladly paid his tuition. While Santino was only indirectly responsible, his attitude on Dax’s involvement in the situation aggravated him. Santino was almost gleeful to have him as a companion, oblivious that their dilemma was a consequence of only his own rebellion. In a desperate attempt to more vocally protest the move, Dax began acting out in ways that only he seemed to think were significant. All of his attempts at disrespect went unnoticed, and with great frustration, he tried to reevaluate his battle plan. He dyed his blond locks blue, only for Santino to undermine the action and arrive at the winery with green hair, enthusiastic about their unified fight. Defeated, Dax accompanied Santino to the school, exhausted and resentful, but his malice was minimal. Santino seemed so cheerful about their partnership that it was impossible for him to retain his anger for long.

Graduation Project
Dax is an incoming freshman, and has not yet been informed of the project requirements.

Other Information
tab ✦ Dax cannot swim, despite how many times Santino has thrown him into the water and hopefully asked him to 'just kick your legs a bit!'
tab ✦ Dax likes to make chainmail, muttering and embarrassed every time Santino declares it to be 'manly knitting.'
tab ✦ Dax often sneaks into Santino's dorm room while he's asleep to eat all of his stashed pudding cups. If confronted, he will lie, all while thinking 'It was me that took the last pudding out of the fridge. I know it was yours. I know you wanted it. I know you were excited about it. I just didn't care, and it was delicious. You're the reason I'm stuck here.'

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Santino considered his and Dax's travel an enjoyable success. Their plane ride had been a pleasant one, with Santino chirping happily about the eating habits of whale sharks. The two of them had been seated together, and Santino even let Dax have the window seat, as he knew how much Dax liked to stare off into the distance and brood. The first trip that Santino had taken from Washington to North Carolina had been a lonely one, so he was more than enthused to have company this time around. He despised being locked away, so he empathized with Dax's feelings of frustration. He made snarky comments to his nephew about the unreasonable restrictions that the school upheld, and repeatedly tried to entertain his assumed partner in crime. He told jokes in a vain attempt to make Dax laugh, or at least offer a smile, but nothing seemed to be working. Near the end of the flight when they began to descend, Santino leaned over Dax's lap to point at the city below through the window.

"Hey, Daxxy, there's going to be a ton of people there in Wilmington tonight." He looked at Dax from the corner of his eye, waiting for a response. Dax rolled his eyes and humored him.

"Why, Sandy?" He asked, bored.

"Because they live there."

He then pulled backwards into his seat and bit his lip, fighting back a laugh at his own terrible joke. We watched Dax hopefully, desperate for some sort of response to what he believed to be his best humor. Dax stared back blankly in disbelief that he was a part of the ridiculous conversation. Finally, he sighed.

"That joke was so funny that my soul just left my body and circled the galaxy laughing. A group of dogs in Taiwan started barking for no apparent reason. Four statues in Mexico City are crying blood. The core temperature of Venus was just ominously reduced." He replied in his most monotonous of tones. Santino beamed, proud.

"I'm glad that you liked it!" He leaned back in his seat blissfully as Dax stared at him, marveling at his total and complete obliviousness.

The plane reached the airport safely and Santino eager hailed a taxi after Dax had taken inventory of all of their belongings. The taxi ride was long and bumpy, and Santino could feel Dax's discomfort as he stared at the meter. He tried to distract him with stories of his escape attempts from the school, and that one time that he was almost attacked by a barracuda when he went swimming with a metal bracelet on. He gleefully removed the bracelet from his bag, displaying it like a congressional medal of honor for his triumph over the creatures of the sea. He then continued on a rant about the average sizes of barracudas, and their love of bright, shiny objects. The taxi screeched to a halt, and Santino rushed out to retrieve their bags from the trunk. Dax was such a tiny thing, and Santino felt responsible for him. He grinned at the thought, wondering if he should approach the subject with open speculation and ridicule for uncle-nephew relationships. However, when he went to reach for the bags, Dax quickly swatted his hand away and pulled his own belongings from the back of the car. Santino beamed, ruffling his hair with misplaced pride towards his nephew's independence. He removed his own bags from the trunk and slung them effortlessly over his shoulder. He leaned in through the passenger window and paid their cab fare before turning around to find Dax missing.

Santino frowned, guilt washing over him. Had he scared Dax away with all of his horror stories of the school? Maybe he was plotting an early escape attempt, and Santino had missed the signal. He peered around the corner of the gate and still couldn't spot the mess of faded blue hair. His frown deepened as he started walking through the front entrance. Maybe Dax had gotten lost, or had when on ahead without him. His pace quickened and his eyes narrowed as he morphed into a wild bloodhound, but he still couldn't locate his nephew. He looked for a place to sit and collapsed on a nearby bench, spreading out comfortably as his bags fell to the ground beside his feet. He released a heavy sigh before turning to the person sitting on the bench next to him. He yawned as he began to speak.

"Hey, you haven't seen my nephew around here, have you? He's this scrawny kid with blue hair who probably looks kinda grumpy." He asked with a sharp-toothed grin.

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