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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]harper holden — what you standing on the side for? roar like a lioness, punch like a cyborg.

— harper holden was born to nicole and robert holden on may fifteenth in baltimore, maryland. both her parents met on broadway — her mom was a choreographer for a show that her dad was producing, and the two hit it off from there. harper is the youngest of three girls, with two sisters named haven and hailey, respectively older than her by four and two years.
— she got into theater through her parents, and her original plan was to be a producer like her dad. when she was about five, her grandma got her into sewing and by the time she got to high school, she was absolutely sure that costume design was what she wanted to do. she was the chair of her school's theater department's costume department by her sophomore year, and whenever she wasn't working on school shows, she was designing costumes for shows put on by john hopkins university's theater department.
harper moved to los angeles right after she graduated to do an internship under one of the city's top costume designers while she majored in fashion at ucla. she loves los angeles so much, mostly because it's not as cold as baltimore and the food is actually seasoned.
— she thinks of herself as a "cosmic being", and if you ask her what that even meant, she'd insist that she's not from earth and that, as a matter of fact, she and prince are actually from the same planet. she's just weird like that.
— and speaking of planets, harper is such an astrology hoe, like this girl will leave a date five minutes in just because her date is an aquarius. she calculates the birth chart of everyone dumb enough to tell her when and where they were born and honestly all of her friends are sick of it but they're afraid to tell her to chill because most likely she'll just go "that's because your jupiter is in retrograde" and they won't even have a clue what it means.
— she dyes her hair so often that most people have never seen her natural hair color. her all-time favorite color to use is blue, but her current color is a silvery white.
— whenever she works in a show, she tends to stick with costumes because it's what she's been doing for years, but if there's not that many black people on the makeup team she's working with, she'll do the black actors' makeup so they don't look like ashy ghosts on stage. of course, the makeup department usually gets pissed at her for this, but she could not give less of a shit.
— she's been into anime since middle school and she's not above using anime as inspiration for costumes and such, nor is she above using her love of anime to woo michael b jordan, a noted weeb.
— whenever she's a little strapped for cash — which is often, because she spends most of her money on clothes and expensive fabric swatches — she'll take commissions for halloween costumes and cosplays. she usually makes about $2,000 each season, and even more so when bigger conventions come to town. the only requests she'll turn down are fursuits, as she's a child of jesus who respects herself too much for that.
— she's actually sort of big in the convention scene, mostly because the costumes she makes are some of the greatest ever. she does at least one panel every year, and once she got on the same panel as sebastian stan so she could talk about the costumes she'd made for people wanting to cosplay as any version of bucky the fucked up freeze pop. it went pretty well, until she called him "mister seven-head". he thought it was pretty funny, but harper's still not over the fact that now she's known as the costume designer who roasted sebastian stan.

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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]kaimana cohen — i know, you know, how bad we both need this. trust me, we can put the past behind us. meet me at the place where love once found us.

— kc cohen was born kaimana chanan cohen to haunani mahelona-cohen and ethan cohen on the twenty-eighth of march in brooklyn, new york. haunani, a teacher at a local arts school, met ethan, a software developer, when they were in an art history 101 class at nyu. kaimana doesn't have any siblings, though he insists he'd be a great big brother if his parents ever decided to have another kid, which is unlikely since kc honestly has no idea if his parents are even still married at this point.
— kc's dad spends most of the year in singapore for his job, and when he was in elementary school, kc would spend the school year in brooklyn with his mom and go visit his dad over breaks. his dad is still pretty active in his life for the seven months he's in singapore, and staying in singapore for a while helped him learn enough chinese to avoid having to take it as a language class in school, so kc doesn't really complain much about it.
— his friends think he can get away with acting a whole ass fool when his dad is in singapore, but his mom isn't above blantantly ignoring the time difference and getting his dad on facetime so the two of them can chew kc out together. usually they all find it pretty funny, so whatever he did usually gets let go when he and dad start roasting his mom's bunny slippers, but there are times where he does something so crazy neither of his parents will let it go — like the one time he got suspended for streaking at the homecoming game his sophomore year. his parents yelled at him for a solid two hours for that, and it even made his dad late for a meeting.
— his dad is jewish, and his mom doesn't care what they celebrate as long as she can still buy gifts, so kc had a bar mitzvah and they've celebrated hanukkah for as long as he can remember. his family makes it a point to all be in the same place for the whole eight days, whether it's in brooklyn, singapore, or hilo, hawaii, where his mom's side of the family lives.
— he was pretty adamant about not going to the same school his mom worked at when it was time for him to go to high school, mostly because he didn't want to be known as "mrs. mahelona-cohen's son", so instead his parents decided on sending him to a private boys' school in manhattan. he can't stand it there, but he puts up with it because going there basically guarantees ivy league admissions (which his parents like) and the girls at the all girls' school across the street are pretty hot (issa cue, vix).
— honestly, he can't stand most of his friends from school. he's pretty popular because he's on his school's varsity soccer team, so he's got a ton of friends, but he only really cares about five of them. the rest are just preppy, unfunny white boys who think it's ok to make racist jokes around him because he looks white, so he's got his close circle of friends from school and kids he met elsewhere, all of whom get a kick out of his "occasional" breakdown.
— kc hasn't been diagnosed with anything specific, and he doubts he ever will be. he figures he's just got a shorter fuse than most people, which is fine until he goes off on someone in the middle of a party because they misquoted a vine or something little like that once his social timer runs up. there was one time a procession of coach buses had to stop because he'd locked himself in the bathroom of the first one and refused to get out unless "kyle beauregard and his shitty mullet jump off a fucking cliff".
— he would rather die than ever deny his hawaiian heritage, and every time he even thinks about skipping over the pacific islander box when he's filling out a form, all he can imagine is what would happen if his mom found out and told her family. his grandma would cry, and the last thing he wants is to make his tutu cry.
— his finsta has over three thousand followers and most of it is just him making fun of white people.
— for somebody who can't fight, he gets into a ton of arguments. he's so argumentative that he will start fights just for the fun of it, even if he's wrong and knows he's wrong. he's only gotten fucked up twice, once on the subway and once in an alley behind a local pizza joint. he deserved it both times, and he knew it then, but that wasn't going to stop him from taking the opportunity to start shouting.
— "the next person to ask if my mom is my nanny is getting FUCKED UP."
— he's been called a brat quite a few times and sometimes, it fits, but he was raised well enough. all his negative traits are things he picked up on his own, and even then they only really show themselves when he's tired, agitated, or sick of people.
— he works out pretty often because of soccer, and lot of the shit he does happens to involve squats, so not only does he have nice legs, but he has the nicest ass — the girls at his school's sister school have voted him "best bradbury ass" three years in a row, so it's pretty legit now.

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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]zeke callahan — the world tried to burn all the mercy out of me but you know i wouldn't let it. it tried to teach me the hard way, i can't forget it.

— zeke callahan was born ezekial jude callahan to caroline sawyer and cash callahan on the twenty first of september in dodge city, alabama. caroline was a waitress in the town's only diner, and as for cash, not many people are too sure of what he did. officially, he worked at a lumber mill in the next town over, but most agree that he was involved with the dixie mafia. his parents were never married, and zeke only has one sibling, a three year-old sister named catie from his mom's current relationship.
— zeke's only seen his dad once, and he still has yet to ever have a conversation with him. the one time he saw his dad was during the last game of the season his senior year in high school. he was sitting in the stands with his mom, and zeke didn't have a single clue who he was until he asked his mom about it after the game had ended.
— he grew up poor, but it didn't matter much since pretty much everyone in dodge city was poor, except the family that owned the town's only grocery store. football was the town's favorite pastime, but his mom thought of it as zeke's ticket out, so from the minute he could walk, he had a football in his hand. most of the money she earned from the diner and the occasional envelope stuffed with stacks of it cash would send went to everything from football clinics to the fanciest new cleats for zeke. and it all paid off, because he went straight to varsity his freshman year and was the star player by the time he was a junior.
— he was so good he had scouts from all over the country coming to watch him play, and so by his senior year, he had offers from twenty different schools, including ohio state and university of alabama. when he chose ohio state over alabama, it was probably the biggest town scandal since a prize cow was stolen back in the 80s. it was, in part, his mom's decision — she didn't want him to be so far from her, but she figured it would be best for him in the long run. and it was, since ohio state had a better business program than alabama, and the football team was just as good.
— his first few weeks in ohio were absolute torture. he thought everyone up north was unfriendly and rude, the classes were really getting on his ass, and the only thing that really made him happy was football. he would drive down to alabama every chance he got, and it got to the point where his mom banned him from coming back home for anything other than holidays. it worked, and eventually zeke started settling in. he's pretty well-known now, mostly because no one can really overlook the 6' 4", thiccer than a snicker wide receiver with an even thicker southern accent, and he's so sweet it's hard not to like him.
— he spent his teenage years getting drunk off of actual moonshine, so coors light and all the other frat party beers are nothing to him. honestly, if zeke doesn't shotgun at least two beers at a party, his friends get concerned for his mental state.
— catie was born in the middle of one of the biggest games of the season, during halftime the ohio state/university of michigan rivalry game. he went to check his phone in the locker room and saw a picture of his new baby sister, and immediately after the game was over, he drove home to see her. he fell in love with her instantly, and now he shows her off like she's his daughter. there's even a picture of her on the frat house fridge.
— he joined alpha beta nu because most of the guys on the football team were in it, and he figured he'd need a place to stay if he was going to stay in school. it was a good decision on his part, and he hasn't really regretted it. the only time he came close to regretting his choice was once during his sophomore year, when the team running back was running down the halls ass naked because he'd taken an ecstasy tablet thinking it was leftover halloween candy, when halloween was four months before.
— he does pretty well in school, especially for a member of the football team, and the only subject he's bad at is history. it's all memorization and memorization was never his strong suit. math is more his thing, which is one of the reasons why he decided to major in business (that, and he figured he could use a business degree to get a job once he graduated).
— there's a instagram account that just consists of what nice thing he did for someone, like holding a drunk girl's hair back while she vomited in his lap and getting the professor to give his entire economics class extra credit because they'd won the last game. there's even an obituary for all the hoodies he's given to people.
— he hates kfc with a burning passion. he thinks it's a disgrace to fried chicken, which was his mom's specialty, and their coleslaw is just garbage. his friends like to joke about it, but he's completely serious.
— there's a good chance he'll get drafted by the nfl once he graduates, but there's a chance that he won't, and it freaks him out so bad. if he got to the nfl, he could get his mom and catie into one of the big houses his mom used to dream of living in when he was younger, and he wants that more than anything else in the world.
— no, he doesn't have a confederate flag hanging above his bed. he hates that everyone thinks every single person from the south is racist and homophobic, but he sees where they're coming from.
— he wants a dog so bad and it makes him so upset that his frat house doesn't allow animals, because he just wants a little rottweiler puppy so bad. he's already come up with a whole list of names for it, too, and honestly don't be surprised if he gets a dog before he gets a job after graduation.
— more to come because jesus fuck i love this boy

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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]kendall blackburn — he said, take care of your mother, watch out for your sister. oh, and that's when daddy looked at me, with his gun, with his head held high, he told me not to cry.

— kendall buchanan blackburn was born to diarra and kenneth blackburn on the third of january in baltimore, maryland. her mother was a human resources expert for the city of baltimore while her father was a preacher. kendall is the oldest of two, with a sister named elise who's three years younger than her.
— kendall was always the more mature one of the two. she really spent most of her time as a kid looking after elise and making sure she didn't get into trouble when their parents weren't around. elise was easy enough to handle until their dad died when kendall was nineteen. while kendall remained pretty stoic about the whole affair, preferring to bury herself in her work than show any sign of being affected, elise quite frankly just wiled out. she was already a troublemaker before, but it only got worse with their dad's death.
— elise had her son caleb a few months before kendall's twentieth birthday. when it happened, kendall had stopped speaking to her sister because she didn't want to get herself caught up in her mess and distracted from her studies, so kendall only found out about it when her mom asked her to raise caleb. she was definitely against it, but she was even more opposed to the idea of her sister raising another human being, so she went from being an aunt to being a mom in about two weeks.
— she's wanted to be a constitutional lawyer in chicago her whole life, but when she graduated from georgetown university with a pre-law degree, she had a choice — scrape together enough cash to go to a prestigious law school on the east coast, or work a well-paid internship at ohio state while earning her law degree. she chose the latter, obviously, and to be honest, she occasionally regrets it. nothing against her situation, she just hates midwestern food.
— if she starts a sentence with "no tea, no shade", she's most definitely going to provide all of the tea and all of the shade.
— over the course of about twenty five years, she has single-handedly contributed to at least of half of the north face's total net worth. she owns two coats, three jackets, and a literal fuck ton of hoodies and t-shirts. she swears the only backpack worth buying are the ones north face makes, which is a genuine fact that she's happy to argue about.
— she switches up her hair about once a week, like one week she'll have a full afro and then the next she's wearing a brazilian blowout. she's been meaning to get into wigs, but whenever she wants to buy one, it always comes down between buying one or getting caleb another pair of cute little baby adidas and the lil adidas win every time.
— and honestly she spends most of her spare cash on outfits for caleb. he's honestly one of the freshest kids in his entire preschool class and if you think that kendall wouldn't get matching outfits for the two of them then you're absolutely delusional.
— she's been bisexual since around the sixth grade. her father most definitely would not have approved, so kendall just stayed in the closet and honestly now that she's out of the house, she's really not that out. she hasn't even dated one since she graduated high school, and honestly she doubts she's much of a prospect now that she's got a whole ass toddler and tests to grade, like it's just not realistic.
— she can't stand starbucks but she would put her life on the line for caribou coffee without hesitation if the situation ever arose.
— also,, she's getting a winter soldier au and what are y'all hoes finna do about it? not a damn thing, that's what.

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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]the archangel vashtiel — take my shoes and walk a mile, something that you can't do. big talks of the town, big boy gang moves.

— vashtiel was never actually born and angels don't really age, but she's pretty sure she came into existence around the time the first humans discovered fire, so it's been a while. there's really not much to say here, as she didn't have any parents and the closest thing she has to a hometown is ur, as in the mesopotamian city, since it's the first city she remembers hanging around.
— she started off as a seraphim before eventually being promoted to guardian angel about ten thousand years ago. she liked the job well enough when she was assigned to people like kandake shanakdakhete and other badass women, but in the 1700s and 1800s, it began to wear thin on her. so to avoid having to help an imperialist fulfill their destiny of destroying a country and its people for their own personal gain, she asked god to make her an arch angel, which he did.
— being an arch angel means she doesn't have anything to do other than be ready to fight the final war between good and evil, so until that happens, she mostly just chills out on earth. she was there for most, if not every, important event in the past two hundred years, including the treaties of versailles and paris, mlk's "i have a dream" speech, and the ending of apartheid in south africa.
— she enjoys two things: telling white people that jesus isn't white, and telling anyone about the supernatural fate of their favorite historical figure. most of the founding fathers went to hell "because of the little 'owning other humans' thing", and nothing makes her happier than telling this to weird ass hamilton stans.
— she spends a good chunk of her time with simon complaining to him about the big man himself. she's sick of him "constantly" complaining about her performance, even though she knows it's not proper for an archangel to throw rounds with drunk men  who were harassing women in the middle of mardi gras parades. occasionally god will interject into her complaints and while simon's trying to figure out who's talking, vashtiel usually counters with "don't yo old ass have something to do?" before continuing her conversation as if she didn't just tell off the all-mighty father.
— each arch angel has a thing™ that they're in charge of, and officially hers is divine justice, which sounds righteous on paper but in reality, it means she gets to curb stomp evil doers in dark alleyways — or at least, that what she thinks it means (it doesn't). unofficially, though, she's the angel of cats, because she was the first angel to adopt a cat once god allowed them into heaven back in 1980. when she's on earth, cats flock to her, like she's a big magnet made of catnip. simon thinks it's hilarious.
— the official language of heaven and angels can't really be likened to any human language, but vashtiel can understand and speak any human language. her accent changes depending on where she's been hanging around recently, like if she chills in the bronx for a while, she'll come back with the strongest new york accent. currently, she's got a so-cal accent, but that's subject to change soon.
— for the most part, she can pass as human pretty easily. as long as she doesn't get angry, the only hint that she's not human is her leaving  the occasional feather where she happens to be sitting. but when she's pissed, her mortal body literally burns away and she becomes what can only be described as a flaming hologram of a woman. it's pretty damn cool.

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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]sebastián serrano — did i lose you? i can change, but you're free to turn and walk the other way. i won't bruise you either way, i don't know if there will be another day.
— sebastián serrano was born to emilia and santiago serrano on the third of march in the bronx, new york. his parents, both of whom are second-generation cuban immigrants, met through their parents, who had been family friends for years. his dad is a firefighter while his mom owns a restaurant with seba's aunt, and as for siblings, seba only has one, an older sister named benita who was already in college by the time seba was in preschool.
— seba, who only goes by sebastián at school and on government forms, has a pretty close relationship with her sister. it was benita, who sent him all sort of anime collectibles while she was studying abroad in tokyo, that got him into pokémon, dragonball z, and a ton of other animes. for a while, he was sort of a weeb, but granted, he was like seven.
— the other kids on the block used to roast the shit out of him but seba, being the sweet boy he was, thought it was just the kind of thing friends did to other friends so in his mind, he had a ton of friends. oddly enough, it worked, and he pretty much grew on most of the kids in the neighborhood, mostly because he knew how to do the older ones' pre-calc homework.
— now that he's in school at new york university, he's moved out of his parents' place and now lives in an apartment he's renting from a friend of his dad's. it's nothing too special — it's only got three rooms, as the kitchen and living room are somewhat combined and he only has one bedroom and bathroom — but he totally loves it. he's a huge fan of the fire escape, too, and at the end of a long summer day, he'll sit out on the fire escape with a cup of homemade lemonade and an old stereo playing the latest drake album.
— he has absolutely terrible eyesight, which has something to do with the fact that his eyes, instead of being spherical, are vaguely football-shaped, so he's worn high-prescription glasses his whole life. he's too scared to wear contacts, but he still thinks he should, because if another person snatches his glasses from his face he's gonna mcfucking lose it.
— he speaks english and spanish fluently, which is all fun and games until he's speaking one language, forgets a word, and uses the word from the other language instead and confuses both himself and whoever he's talking to. it got so bad that he once wrote half an essay in spanish, but thankfully the professor wasn't too mad about it.
— he loves family dinners when his sister and her wife alma come up from texas, but having not one, but three latina women roasting his admittedly terrible sense of style while he's just trying to devour his third plate of ropa vieja can be pretty rough on his psyche sometimes.
— his parents wanted him to play baseball as a kid, so he did, but after a while, his dad realized he was absolutely terrible at it, so while they would tell his mom that he was going to practice, his dad would take him to whatever museum had been recommended by a manhattan parenting magazine he'd subscribed to. his mom found out within two weeks, but neither seba nor his dad ever knew, because she never let on that she knew all about their little scheme.
— whenever he needs some extra cash, he works at his mom's restaurant. it's pretty fun most of the time, as it's basically just him hanging out with his family and meeting new people, but there's nothing he hates more than working the midnight shift because "only the weirdos want food this spicy at two in the morning".
— he got a cat named mirabella when he first moved into his apartment. technically, she came with the apartment, as his dad's friend gave her to him when he moved in to keep rats away. seba has her spoiled rotten, and honestly mirabella is probably the closest he'll ever get to having a child.
— and of course, he has a vampire au

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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]zackary boehner — and i got a thing for you, now, and it won't go, it won't go. and i think i want you more now, but you don't know, you don't know
— zackary roger boehner was born to maren and patton boehner on the fourth of june in 2002 in cambridge, massachusetts. zack is mixed — his mom's a jewish high school chemistry teacher who moonlights as a community organizer and his dad's a black coo of some bigshot marketing firm in boston — and he only has one sibling, an older sister's who currently a junior at uc berkeley. his last name isn't pronounced "boner", it's "baner", as he loves to point out, but that doesn't stop him from making dick jokes at any possible moment.
— he got involved in show choir during in middle school. his mom and the choir teacher were best friends, and so his mom decided that zack should put his five-plus years of dance classes to work and signed him up for it. he honestly hated it at first, because he had to dance with girls (because he still thought girls were gross) but now he's super into it. he auditioned for his school's highest choir his freshman year and got in, so now he's one of two sophomores in a choir that's about 80% seniors. it has its perks, the greatest one being that he gets fawned over by senior girls.
— he doesn't have adhd, but their choreographer swears he does because of how he wilds out in rehearsals. there was one time where he literally danced and fell into the pit because he was just getting too lit.
— he has a different lululemon headband on at every rehearsal — he claims it's to keep his hair out of his eyes, but everyone knows he does it because everyone thinks it's either funny or adorable.
— zack participated in the choir's "no-shave november" and while he expected to have a full ass beard, all he had was a little bit of stubble that everyone, even his choir teacher, roasted him for it.
— his typical outfit consists of a souvenir t-shirt from some place off the east coast, khakis, vans, and a whole wrist-full of bracelets from camp. it's his official look, to the point where one of the altos even dressed up as him for the choir halloween party.
— his dad makes sure he stays rounded and doesn't become one of those weird kids who eats, sleeps, and breathes show choir, which is why he plays lacrosse. he's not exceptional or anything, but he's good enough that he'll probably make varsity his junior year.
— his finsta, to which the user is "zackattacksboner" (because he's a real class act), is followed by at least 90% of his school. he's actually pretty funny, and he specializes in taking pictures of choir kids at the worst possible time and turning them into memes. no one is safe, not his friends, not his choir director, and not even zack himself.
— he's been hooked up with the younger sisters of the choir kids so many times and it only even showed signs of working out once. she wasn't straight, so they only went on two dates, but they joke about it all the time and they're still good friends to this day.
— he used to be scrawny like a beanpole until he started working out with one of the seniors in choir. now he's jacked™ and it's cool until he starts flexing on his sister and she puts his little ass in a headlock.
— he's got weirdly specific talents, including the ability to pogo for a solid three minutes straight while he burps the alphabet and the inability to just not talk about some weird anime shit for like two seconds.
— his life story is literally just "i did something stupid trying to hang with the big boys and now i'm ass naked in the back of a choir mom's yukon and two minutes away from a denny's in new hampshire"
— he's the one person that's not allowed to have snacks or drink on the bus whenever the choir gets bused to competitions because the last time they went to a competition he spilled hot coffee on the driver's lap and made them two hours late. he personally thought it was funny, but since they got to the hotel at 11:00 instead of at 9:00, not everyone was feeling the same.
— his thirteenth birthday gift from his sister was theodora, the little fluffy monster who has absolutely taken over his life. she still sleeps in his bed to this day, even though she snores like an eighty year-old man who's smoked everyday since she was nine. that's just love, man.

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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]naomi iron cloud — you, you got so much potential. every moment spent with you i bet was always eventful. i've never seen your type of species, give me heebiejeebies.
— naomi kayde iron cloud was born to deenah johnson and abel iron cloud on october fourth, 1999, on the pine ridge reservation on the south dakota-nebraska border. her mother is from barbados while her dad is oglala lakota, and the three of them lived on the reservation for the first four years of naomi's life — when her brother dean was born, the family moved to a small, white ass suburb of chicago where deenah taught music at one of the private school's and abel managed a small construction company in chicago.
— naomi has two younger brothers, dean and ollie, and an entire cohort of younger cousins, as both of her parents have four siblings each, so she was pretty comfortable in a maternal role early on. for a while, she really did want to own a daycare center when she grew up, but she decided instead to be a child psychologist, because she wasn't sure how well she could do with a ton of kids that weren't related to her in some way.
— the first friend (that wasn't related to her) she remembers ever making was chip leitner, the epitome of the typical resident of their small town. they met on the first day of preschool, and the rest was history.
— she really did want to be a photographer when she was in high school, and she was awfully good at it, but because of how busy she's been with school and looking after chip (it's a full-time job), she hasn't had the time to do much with it. every now and then, she'll do shoots  like cheap senior portraits if she's strapped for cash, though she hardly ever is thanks to chip and his awful wealth management skills, but she hasn't been doing it as much as she'd like to.
— she got a dog when she and chip moved into their first apartment together after freshman year of college. she insisted it was for extra protection, but pepper couldn't hurt a fly, so naomi's argument falls apart pretty quickly.
— she speaks three different languages, with english being neither of her parents' first language. at home and at school, she mostly speaks english with a few exceptions, but when she goes back to pine ridge or barbados, she speaks lakota or bajan creole. she doesn't have a favorite language or anything like that — she likes using bajan creole when she's tired, though, because it's less of an effort than english or lakota.
— she spends every summer in barbados and splits the rest of the year between colorado, as that's where she goes to school, pine ridge, and chicago. she's spent a lot on plane tickets in the past few years, but it's upped her frequent flyer miles by a ton.
— she has adhd and was diagnosed with it when she was ten years old, but because neither of her parents trusted the psychiatrist the school hired to give the diagnosis, she goes without medication. she can usually keep her fidgeting under control (she sits on her hands, taps her feet, just small gestures like that) but her work is still messy most of the time unless she really focuses on making it neater.
— her cutting her hair into a bob turned into a huge family scandal, especially with her grandmother on her mom's side. naomi still isn't sure why her and all her titis blew up her phone when they found out, and honestly she probably never will.
— she hadn't even wanted to go to uc denver, but that's where chip had had his heart set and he wanted naomi with him, too, and since he said she wouldn't have to pay for a thing, she couldn't turn him down. but even still, she regrets not going to school in new york like she'd planned to do beforehand.
— in addition to pepper, naomi has a horse. technically, big dog is her uncle laurence's horse, but any time naomi is on pine ridge, the first thing she does is get big dog out of the stables and goes for a ride around the reservation. she's been riding big dog for about ten years, and while she'll never admit it, she thinks "equestrians" are posers, and the fact that they spend thousands just to ride a horse. it's just too much to her.
— she's only 5' 3", while all of her friends are over 6' and if she were ashamed to use a step stool to yell at them, which she isn't, then maybe it'd bother her.

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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]avery hampton — but my pain is not profound, my loss is not unique. my heroes are underground, and i stole the words i speak
— avery rochelle hampton was born to kenneth hampton and kendra blake on the nineteenth of january, 2000, in los angeles, california. her mom, a famous model, and her father, a prominent rapper-turned-producer, were only married for about a year, divorcing on account of "irreconcilable differences" about three months after avery was born. avery has three step-siblings on her dad's side, and a half-sister on her mom's side, but for all intents and purposes, avery's pretty much an only child.
— she splits her time between her mom's chateau a bit outside of paris and her dad's place in beverly park. she goes to a private school in los angeles, so she's there for most of the year, but she's been in france enough to speak french fluently.
— she honestly has no idea what the hell she wants to do with her life. she knows she could do what either of her parents did, but she's content with only doing the occasional photoshoot or two and not being in the studio just about every other day. both her parents have so much cash that she won't need to actually get a job or anything, but she still feels like she has to do something other than be a daughter of two famous celebrities.
— she loves musicals with her whole heart. she had front row seats to see hamilton on broadway and other shows when they went on the road. her favorites are just about any rock musical — she loves the classics, too, but nothing beats "bloody bloody andrew jackson" in her book.
— she always gets the bigger version of whatever iphone comes out just so she can use it to cover her face whenever she's out and any tries to take a photo of her. it's one of the things that bothers her the most about having famous parents — she despises having her picture taken, as she'd "prefer to remain an abstract concept or a cryptid like bigfoot".
— she's lowkey super into conspiracy theories. she's not a flat-earther or anything, she prefers the weirder shit like "finland doesn't exist" and that "louis tomlinson's baby is a pr stunt" because she thinks it's funny, but if she reads too many too late at night, she almost starts to believe them.
— hasn't gone to sleep at a normal time since fifth grade, when her mom finally let her stay up to watch nick @ nite. she blames george lopez for her fucked up sleep schedule to this day.
— her music taste is so all over the place that spotify has made like 12 daily mixes for her, each comprised of entirely different genres and artists. it'd be kind of funny, if it didn't make the app crash everytime she opened it.
— when she's not suffering through ap homework, she's backstage at whatever concert is in town that day. even if she doesn't like the music, she does it to hang out with the artists because most of the time, they're fun people.
— her dad wanted her to become an equestrian, but horses freak her out because they run on what are basically just big fingernails and the thought of that alone makes her want to stay as far away from horses as possible.
— instead of riding horses, she decided that she's going to train her old english sheepdog puppy sammy how to herd. it's been a challenge, as there aren't any sheep in los angeles so she has to go to france to train him, but so far, he can understand enough of the commands to herd at least one somewhat sickly sheep, which she considers progress.
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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]anika van leeuwenhoek — and as one chapter ends, another chapter begins. now my life revolves around cliches i hated as a kid.
— anika johanna van leeuwenhoek was born to varshalla sinh and hetal kumar on the thirtieth of october in 1996 in ahmedabad, gujarat, but at the age of six months, she was adopted by fenna and bastiaan van leeuwenhoek and moved to quebec city, canada. her adopted parents own a chain of luxury hotels across canada and europe, though the flagship hotel is located in quebec. anika only has one other sibling, a younger brother named adriaan who was born about four years after she was adopted.
— she swears that one of the best things about having been adopted was adriaan. she may roast him every single day of his life, but he is, and always will be, her baby brother. he plays the cello, and whenever he plays with the quebec symphony orchestra, she drops whatever she's doing to come and see him, and whenever he's on break from school, he stays with her in new york city. this is all worded so awfully but i just want y'all to know that they're very close and have the most iconic family dynamic since the kahales and that's the tea.
— she speaks three languages — dutch, french, and english — but only uses them depending on where she is. rarely does she speak anything but dutch when she's with her parents, who only speak dutch and french, but when she's in the states for school, she just uses english. when adriaan comes to visit, it's a different story, as the two go back and forth between all three languages as they please.
— her style isn't even anything specific. for the most part, it's expensive shoes and coats paired with thrift store jeans and tees. there are times where just her pants and shoes cost about $2,000, and other times where her entire outfit was about $40. at this point, she might as well be sponsored by cheap monday, as most of her shirts and jeans come from there. it's one of the brands she discovered when she moved to new york, and she's been in love ever since.
— growing up dutch-canadian instead of gujarati has been something she's thought about a ton. her parents have been pretty good at keeping her connected to her birth culture but two dutch-born canadians can only do so much. it hasn't caused any kind of major identity crisis, because at this point, she sees herself as a gujarati dutch-canadian, and that's just that on that.
— she's studying film at new york university and her plan is to be a director, but if that doesn't work out, she doesn't have to worry too much, as her and adriaan will inherit the family business. she'd prefer not to have to fall back on her parents, though, so she's been working her ass off. she's got one credit under her belt, a short film about her friend marena, a dancer with american ballet theatre, and it's been praised pretty heavily by critics.
— her parents bought her an apartment in greenwich once she finished her freshman year. she lives with three of her friends from school, since there's five bedrooms, and of course adriaan has his own room. she even adopted a dog a few months after she moved in. she thinks of rini as the closest she'll get to having a kid, which is fine by her.
— hands down, her favorite musical artist is hozier. she's gone to see him every time he's performed in new york or in quebec, and she got a record player just to play his self-titled album on vinyl. now she's just "waiting for andrew to come back from the forest" and release his second album, and it's been absolutely killing her, but at least she's got beyoncé to pull her through.
— one of her roommates plays soccer, and he's always trying to get her to work out with him. she does say yes to him about every six months, but only because she forgets how bad it was the last time they went to the gym together. she can barely get through half of his workout routine, but she pulls through because she'll be damned if she lets this boy best her. it always backfires, because she's sore for two weeks afterwards, no matter how many epsom salt baths and ibuprofen she takes.
— she's the only one who adriaan's come out to. he did it as they were watching elf in her apartment a week before christmas and his seventeenth birthday, and it wasn't as much of a shock to her as he thought it would be. he'd prepared an entire speech and explanation, thinking she'd be shocked, but after he'd finished, all she did was ruffle his hair and say "ik hou van je, adi. pass the popcorn."
— her one guilt pleasure are the austin powers movies. she thinks they're the absolute funniest thing out there and she's wrong, but that doesn't stop her from watching them any time she gets a chance.