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❝ — New York University. The Julliard School. Columbia University. The three powerhouse universities of New York City have always rivaled for the best and brightest students from around the world. These rivalries have caused massive amounts of tension among students. In an effort to promote co-mingling and networking between their schools, the universities have set up a collaborative podcasting scholarship program. A select number of students are accepted on a full ride scholarship to one of the three universities of their choosing with just two standing requirements. ONE: All students involved must achieve a 3.0 GPA or higher, and TWO: All students must create and post a biweekly podcast with a number of students from the other schools involved. Things are about to get interesting. PODCASTED is a glee triplets role play. var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5190875"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "http://freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); out of var fhsh = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id_h = "3074941"; fhsh.src = "http://freehostedscripts.net/ocount.php?site="+fhs_id_h+"&name=&a=1"; document.head.appendChild(fhsh);document.write(""); on the air

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Are you and your players active?

We’ve just opened the game up for auditions yesterday, so we aren’t active on the dashboard quite yet. Once we start receiving applications, we’ll begin to completely open, and at that point, we expect to be very active.

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this may be a weird question, but by any chance would you accept a paranormal/ghost/crime podcast work? kinda like a spooky podcast where the members are able to talk about anything creepy about crimes and ghosts and stuff? if this doesnt make sense im sorry. (ps. this is scottallisons, im messaging you from one of my roleplay blogs lol.)

We would definitely be open to that! We actually talked about adding this topic and maybe one more to the list because it seems like something that could be super interesting. I’ll be adding the new topics to the page now!

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What if a podcast only has one member once the rp starts? Do they still have to submit something of their own?

It’s going to take some time for every podcast to gain members, so it’s to be expected to run solo for a while. No matter the number of co-hosts, everyone is required to participate in podcast events. With that being said, we understand that one-man shows will be significantly shorter, and that’s completely fine.

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i love this and im totally applying wow

Awesome! We’re looking forward to it. 

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Link to the nav please? I'm on mobile

Sure thing! You can find the navigation by clicking here.

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so the avenged is only about superheroes, while the inside club is basically a mixture of literally all things considered "nerdy" or am i getting everything completely wrong?

The Inside Club is more based on gaming! They talk about the latest video games, their favorite consoles, and all of the classics. The Avenged is all about comic books, collectables, and how many posters of The Hulk they might have had as a child. They’re both equally geeky, but they geek out in different ways. It’s totally cool.

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General Profile Information.

Coming from Rockford, Illinois, Talia Mae Lopez is twenty-three years old and the first born of the Lopez triplets. She is majoring in Journalism at Columbia University for a career in Investigative Reporting. Talia is single, and identifies as bisexual, biromantic. She is a co-host on the 4Score podcast. Talia lives in a two bedroom apartment off-campus with _____. She is portrayed by the one and only Naya Rivera, and is unavailable for auditions.

+ pos. Captivating, Appreciative, Perfectionist, Selfless. + neg. Vindictive, Self-Indulgent, Power-Hungry, Overimaginative.

Character Aesthetic.

Talia tends to keep her hair long, dark, and perfectly pulled back. Since she has decided on her major, she’s known to be as professional as possible. Talia is often seen in cuffed shirts and dress pants, or modest-looking dresses. Outside of work, Talia would be considered trendy. She often shops at Brandy Melville, Urban Outfitters, Banana Republic, and so on. On a casual day, she goes for boyfriend-style light-wash denim jeans and a comfortable fitting, loose v-neck tshirt accompanied by a jean jacket. Her hair will be found loose and tousled. 

Full Character Biography.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: DIVORCE, DISASSOCIATION. 

Talia was born and raised in the city. While she lived in downtown Rockford through most of her school years, she commuted to Cherry Valley to attend private school. Rockford was busy. It was loud and crowded. Cherry Valley was her home away from home for twelve years of her life. It was fresh air, kind smiles, and locally owned business. 

Talia comes from two loving, supportive parents. Her father is a firefighter for the Rockford Fire Department. Her mother manages a local restaurant/bar, GreenFire. When they got married, they were determined to be responsible. Immediately, they set aside a portion of their paychecks for their future children. When Elizabeth became pregnant, she was shocked to find out that she’d be welcoming not only one beautiful baby girl, but three. Even when the odds were stacked against them, Gabriel and Liz fought through it and made sure that their daughters had nothing but the best. Talia admired that about them. No matter what, they worked through everything. 

When they divorced, her perspective changed. She was fourteen and just entering high school. It wasn’t something could have put on her list of expected events. Tal’s parents were never cruel to each other, as far as she knew. They kept their issues to themselves and rarely fought in front of her and her sisters. When her parents sat them down on that wet, soggy day, in their living room to share the news, she felt like the earth under the rain. Defeated, heavy, and sinking. Talia pulled away from her parents, but never enough to where it might worry them. She wanted to skip the post-divorce counseling.

Out of pure luck, they scored her and her sister’s an interview at a semi-prestigious private school in Cherry Valley, Illinois. She started there when she was eleven. In the first few years, her parents were paying her and her sister’s tuitions out of pocket. As soon as the girls were going into their freshman year, the tuition became scholarship based. Talia’s parents instilled in her the importance of education. From the time she was fourteen, Talia’s grades were nothing short of exceptional. She was on the honor roll, debate team, the Spanish honor society, the school’s varsity volleyball team, and participated in several fundraisers and volunteer events. She graduated high school as the school’s Salutatorian, with an outstanding transcript. Even in the hurt she feels toward her parents for flipping her world upside down, she knows that her love of learning comes from what they’ve taught her. And she’s forever grateful for that.

Talia kept to herself often. She had a few good friends in Cherry Valley, as well as a few good friends back in Rockford. Even if she’s only three minutes older than one of her sister’s, and four and a half minutes older than the other, she still takes her roll as ‘big sister’ seriously. Talia plays ‘mom’ in a lot of could-have-been-horrible situations. She would braid their hair back to keep it from falling in their faces when they were hugging a toilet because they had too much tequila. She would be the first to instill hope and hold them when they were sure that their world’s were coming to an end. When their parents got divorced, Talia made a promise to herself that she and her sisters would never be like them. They would never give up on each other, no matter what.

In school, Talia’s favorite subjects were history speech & debate, and economics. In an early history class, she remembers being assigned to read the newspaper and to pick a current event to summarize. That was Talia’s favorite part about Monday mornings in Mrs. Stewart’s class. She would march up to the front of the class, clear her throat, and give the class an update about what’s happening in Ghana without glancing down at her four-paragraph report. It was an adrenaline rush. It was performing - in a way. But, Talia knew she wasn’t interested in getting up and putting on a show for people. She didn’t feel the need to act in a play or sing a song for the talent show. She truly enjoyed informing everyone. She got a kick out of the way people’s eyes widened whenever she would apprise a bit of news that they either didn’t know about, or didn’t agree with. From the first day she cut out her first article - she knew she wanted to be aware of everything going on around the world.

Sunday mornings were spent on the couch with her father, the news on the television while they both skimmed through different sections of the local newspaper. Talia would watch the investigative reporters on the television with such awe. And that’s when she knew what she wanted to pursue as a career. After high school, she applied to about twenty universities. Talia knew that she would miss her home, but could not wait to experience New York first hand. When Columbia accepted her, she couldn’t contain her excitement. She was moved from Rockford and into NYC with a small U-Haul truck and her two cats. It was lonely the first few years, but she learned to love the independence.

The divorce of her parents still haunts Talia. On the outside, she never let it show. She saw both of her parents equally. Her grades didn’t falter, she kept in touch with all of her friends, and she only cried in the shower, when the water hitting the bottom of the tub drowned the noise. It was an internal struggle, but she busied herself. That way, she didn’t have time to sort out how she was feeling. When she’s upset, it doesn’t show. She’s known to be calm, cool, and collected. The divorce shut her off and disconnected her from her emotions. In college, the off switch is a great tool at parties. If Talia was upset enough, she’d get drunk enough to flip the switch and sleep with whoever, without feeling a single pang of regret. She didn’t do well in relationships. If someone was too close for too long, she’d lose interest and call it off a week later. Commitment didn’t sit right with her. After the divorce, it didn’t have meaning. Talia didn’t want to waste her time to fall in love with someone, only to reproduce and make life harder by splitting up rather than sticking to our vows and fighting for what we’ve worked for. It was a waste of time, which landed Talia in some sticky situations. She’s hooked up with her fair share of people. It’s a way to validate her opinion on relationships, and she puts it like this: “I’m fulfilling my needs and getting the hell out of there before I get neck-breathed on by some chick named Mia. I don’t need someone to ask my how my day is going, I already know how it’s going. I like the idea of someone that’s a ‘sometimes’. I don’t need anyone, but if I want you around, you’re there and you leave when we’re done. It’s perfect.”

Talia enjoys being active. In high school, she played volleyball. Even in college, she participated in a few amateur evens - like PowderPuff. She tried to make sure she exercised regularly, and promised herself that, since watching the SuperSize Me documentary, she would never eat anything that wasn’t non-gmo or organic. While she bends the rules somewhat with that promise, she still stays pretty true to maintaining her clean eating habits. 

Before Christmas, she had just graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree. Now, she’s back to school as a journalism grad student. She lives in Upper Manhattan, and thanks to one of her communications instructor’s, she snagged a job as an intern at NBC News. At this point, it’s all behind the scenes and intern-y leg work, but she’s grateful for the experience and knows that it’s where she’s mean to be and also, where she has to start off. She lives in a small two-bedroom apartment with a roommate that she has a love-hate relationship with. Other tenants of the apartment include Sparrow and Todd, her two cats. The biggest goal for Talia is to continue to move up in her professional life, but to also make sure her personal life is getting some love, too. She makes sure to allow herself to have some fun during the week, and especially the weekend. Saturday night’s can be spent going out with friends to have a drink, and one night a week every two weeks, she gets to sit down with her podcast group. She never thought she’d find a group of people her age that were as into politics and world news as she was, but she is grateful to be able to discuss issues from different, intellectual points of view. Life is, and has been, unpredictable, but she’s taking it all as it comes. That’s all she’s ever known. 

Out of Character Information.

Played by: Bri. She/Her. 21 years old. Eastern Timezone.

Ships: Talia/Chemistry.

Anti-Ships: Talia/No Chemistry.

Character Page: tallypez

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General Profile Information.

Coming from Portland, Oregon, Ethan Alexander Hummel is twenty years old and the third born of the Hummel triplets. He is majoring in Comparative Literature and Dramatic Literature and minoring in Creative Writing at New York University for a career in Writing. Alex is single, and identifies as pansexual demi-homoromantic. He is a co-host on the Lit Wrecked podcast. Alex lives in room 0813 of Greenwich Hall with _____. He is portrayed by the one and only Chris Colfer, and is unavailable for auditions.

+ pos. Charming, Ambitious, Spontaneous, Resourceful. + neg. Intrusive, Obnoxious, Possessive, Sarcastic.

Character Aesthetic.

Alex pretty much dresses however he wants without much thought for what other people are going to think about him. His hair is typically messy; he’ll very rarely style it and prefers the way it looks when he gets out of bed anyway. He’s not a dirty person at all - he showers at least every other day and always wears deodorant. But he’s not obsessive about it and doesn’t care much for a “clean” appearance. While his natural hair color is brown, he dyes it constantly. His clothes typically consist of whatever is comfortable. He wears a lot of button down shirts, hooded sweatshirts, and t-shirts with logos or graphics on them but he’s not opposed to wearing something nicer either. It really just depends on the mood that he’s in. He wears jeans all the time, more or less. Typically skinny jeans or ones that are loose, comfortable, and full of holes. Sweatpants are also a pretty common thing to find him in. He usually wears old oxfords, worn out Converse, or boots on his feet. Alex has a few tattoos and intends on getting more eventually - one on his inner left forearm that reads “I am, I am, I am.”, another behind his right ear of a black star, and a third on his right hipbone of a compass. As for piercings, he’s sporting a gauge in each earlobe at 00g and a tongue piercing.

Full Character Biography.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF MISCARRIAGE, ADOPTION, GAY BASHING, AND BRAIN INJURY

Married young, the Hummel’s introduced themselves to hardship early on in their marital life. Life was difficult enough for anyone in their early twenties, but with someone else at your side to look after and protect, things were even harder. They spent their first few years of marriage living in the basement of Elizabeth’s parent’s home with Burt working endlessly at his father’s tire shop to save up money for their own place. After two years in a drafty basement, Burt was finally able to save up enough money for a down payment on a small house on the outskirts of Portland. Even though it was small and lacking any of the luxury of their parent’s homes, it was still theirs and a place that they would absolutely cherish. Now that they had their own place and didn’t have to deal with the awkward feeling of their bedroom being underneath her parent’s, the yearning for a sex life became even more evident. All of their nights were spent wrapped around each other and days hoping that the small plastic stick would soon read positive. The couple had little to no success conceiving and soon Elizabeth was spending more nights in tears over the fact that they may never have a child of her own.

Exactly nineteen months and four days after moving into their own home, the Hummel’s discovered that they had finally conceived. With the thought of bringing a child into the world, the two did everything that they could possibly do to make sure that all of the right vitamins were taken and all classes attended. Burt spent more money on parenting classes than rent and Elizabeth brought home maternity clothes months before she would ever need them. In early February of their fourth year of marriage, the Hummel’s gave birth to a beautiful, brown-haired little girl with a small turnt up nose and rosey cheeks. She was the perfect child and exactly what the young couple had dreamed of. The only problem being that the pair of lungs in her small chest refused to function and in a matter of days, their months of work went down the drain and they’d lost their first child.

After many tear-filled doctor’s appointments and tests, Elizabeth found out that she was suffering from uterine scarring - making it difficult to conceive. The situation weighed heavy on their relationship and it felt like their hopes for the future were lost. Burt went back to endlessly working at the tire shop, while Elizabeth stayed home to mourn the loss of her child. While Burt couldn’t set any blame on her, the situation weighed heavy on his heart and he threw himself head first into working harder than he had before. Eventually, he moved up in the small company, managing and learning more and more about running a successful business. With the success of his career came a spike of confidence and Burt convinced Elizabeth that maybe trying again or even trying adoption would be good for them. With the extra money coming in, they could afford the stretch. They visited numerous children’s homes in the Portland area and didn’t find a match until they travelled to San Francisco and met three identical four year old boys. It was love at first site for Elizabeth, her breath caught in her throat at their bright blue eyes and tiny smiles. They hadn’t planned on adopting more than one child but couldn’t bear the thought of separating the three - opting to take all of the boys home with them to Oregon.

The Hummel household was modest, never extravagant but always loving. Growing up, Ethan Alexander was used to not getting every single thing that he wanted and opted to making the most of what he already had or could afford on his small, weekly allowance. It took three months of saving up for him to buy his first paint set; he was six and painting was by far his favorite thing to do. Ethan spent more weekends sitting in his backyard with a paintbrush between his fingers than he did with friends or playing video games. A life of luxury, electronics, and vast social circles didn’t interest him nearly as much as the intricate lines that he could create and trace with the tip of his brush. As he grew older, his love for art in all of it’s forms only broadened - soon, he was collecting sketching pencils and beads, thread and fabrics. Anything that he could use to express exactly who he was in a way that felt completely natural to him.

By the time he was twelve, Ethan felt like he knew exactly who he was - a boy who loved boys in the way that he was supposed to love girls. He wasn’t afraid of who he was, instead embracing the fact that he was different and there was nothing that he could do to change that. His ideals, though, didn’t match those of his Catholic school classmates. Just because a school has a strict policy against bullying, doesn’t mean that the teachers won’t look the other way when a boy makes a snide comment about the “queer and his pansy art”. School was difficult - even more so with the uniform and rejection of anything that deterred from the norm. All through high school, Ethan considered his mother and father his best friends; never quite brave enough to try and reach out to the peers that rejected him. He didn’t believe in pretending to be someone that he wasn’t and nothing would change his ideals.

Senior year, in the last few weeks of school, everyone was surprised when the skinny, gay kid bought two tickets to prom with a smile on his face. No one else at St. Augustine was out and every one of his peers noticed the change in his demeanor. Over spring break, while taking a rare family vacation in California, Ethan met Austin. He was exactly who Ethan wanted to be - out, proud, confident, and unashamed of who he was. It didn’t take long for Ethan to fall for the older man and not only ask him to prom, but give him every one of his firsts. The looks of shock on his classmates faces when he arrived with Austin were worth every penny that he dug out of his couch to afford the boutonniere. As the night drew to a close, Ethan only felt more overjoyed and in love. Opting out of a hotel room - as that was even more high school that Ethan was willing to take part in - he and Austin walked hand-in-hand to Ethan’s car. To his complete surprise, they were greeted by two of his classmates, bats in hand and sneers on their long faces. Austin disappeared at the sight of the two boys, leaving Ethan in shock as one of the bats made contact with his stomach and the other the side of his head. He passed out before he could remember anything else and wouldn’t wake up for another two weeks.

The therapy was difficult but what doctors would consider successful for someone who’d had his head bashed in. Ethan had to relearn how to use his hands and contain the shake that would come to them when too stressed. Although his body was healing, his heart was in pieces at the disappearance of his first love and the difficulty that it took to do any kind of intricate task with his hands. The loss made painting and sketching much more difficult and he started doubting that he’d be able to make any kind of future out of anything that he loved. Writing was another one of his passions - being able to create new worlds with a string of words - but the chance at having a successful career in it was even more of a rarity than working as an artist. Ethan returned to high school three weeks before graduation and finished out the school year with little words to any of his peers and the reality that he’d have to find a different school to apply to - not being able to handle the pressure and stress that art school would have on his body.

The decision for what he would do beyond high school wasn’t an obviously easy choice, so he went in blind for the first year - taking only general education courses. The new location, across the country in New York City, allowed for a fresh start and escape from the only thing he’d become known for in his hometown. Ethan now went by Alex - his middle name, so it wasn’t exactly foreign. The tremble is still in his hands, though quite subsided since the incident and he’s ready to move on with his life. While reading and writing had only ever really seemed like a hobby, his love for books and literature in general was strong enough that he felt it would be a good subject to go into. In his sophomore year, Alex signed for a double major in Comparative Literature and Dramatic Literature with a minor in Creative Writing. He’s not completely sure where his path in the literature and writing world will lead because there aren’t a lot of professions for writers outside of the journalism field - some would even call it a dying art - but he’s hopeful that he’ll find something that he can be passionate about.

Out of Character Information.

Played by: Alyssa. She/Her. 24 years old. Eastern Timezone.

Ships: Alex/Chemistry.

Anti-Ships: Alex/Forced.

Character Page: alexhum

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General Profile Information.

Coming from Seattle, Washington, Carter Aaron Smythe is twenty-one years old and the first born of the Smythe triplets. He is majoring in Psychology and minoring in Sociology at New York University for a career in Child Psychology. Carter is single, and identifies as bisexual panromantic. He is a co-host on the Par4 podcast. Carter lives in room 0814 of Greenwich Hall with _____. He is portrayed by the one and only Grant Gustin, and is unavailable for auditions.

+ pos. Adventurous, Daring, Intuitive, Independent.  + neg. Destructive, Insecure, Vindictive, Reckless.

Character Aesthetic.

Appearance wise– Connor has short, dark brown hair that he keeps styled up into a faux hawk. Occasionally he’ll dye the spikes a dark red, or blue color. He’s supposed to wear glasses, but he opted out for contacts when he was sixteen. He’s very plain as far as shirts go; white or black, with a black hoodie to cover it up. His jeans almost always come in dark blue. He prefers them to be looser rather than tighter, and if he isn’t wearing a belt you can see the waist band of his underwear. He consistently wears black and white Vans, and red (if not black and white) snapbacks. His body is decorated with tattoos. It’s a rare occasion that he takes his shirt off anywhere other than in the comfort of his dorm, but you’ll find his grandpa’s name written in white ink across his chest, a crow with it’s wings spread in black ink on his back, and random little things displayed all over his outer arms. When he was seventeen he let someone burn an frowny face into his left forearm, and it’s a pretty nasty scar now that he tries to keep covered. His left and right earlobes are pierced one time.

Full Character Biography.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ABUSE AND DEPRESSION.

Carter Smythe was a happy, bubbly child. He loved to learn, and laugh, and explore. He was never the type of kid to hide behind his father’s leg or curl up in his mother’s lap. He wanted to be out in the open, running around, greeting strangers with a smile. With his gelled up hair, dimples, and bright eyes– it was easy for him to attract an audience. His parents never thought anything bad of it. Carter was good at spreading his joy by telling jokes, quoting his favorite television shows, and singing as loud as his little voice could get. It was almost charming how well he presented himself for a five year old. He was fast at making friends, and he would make friends with anybody. Carter was trusting. Perhaps a little more trusting than a small boy should be. It didn’t become worrying until he got older and more interested in going on adventures with people he hadn’t ever seen before. He’d walk up to an adult in the park and ask them to play hide and seek without a second thought. Why would he think anything bad could come of that? Carter saw only the best things in the world. He never considered that someone might want to hurt him.

Despite the many talks his parents had with him and his siblings, Carter was still curious. He understood by age six that some people did mean things, but he kept telling himself that if he was a good boy, nobody would do those things when he was around. Such an innocent mind couldn’t be corrupted by negative thoughts. Carter wore his heart on his sleeve from the beginning. He only knew how to be positive. Starting kindergarten; Carter got along with everyone. His teachers, the other students– they all adored him. He had even found himself his very first best friend. A boy his age named Evan. Evan was smaller than Carter, and he didn’t talk as much as Carter did, but they had a mutual love for hot wheels, and Carter was more than willing to share his collection with him. Carter stayed the night with Evan once a week, and by first grade they were pretty much inseparable. Eventually, the two families developed a strong relationship, and Evan’s dad would watch Carter and his siblings when their parents were at work or out of town. Carter was especially close with Evan’s father. He wasn’t sure why he was so drawn to him, but he made Carter feel comfortable and safe. So he figured that they were supposed to be friends too. Sometimes they would even hang out without Evan. It was hard for Carter at first because he didn’t like leaving his friend behind, but it got easier when he started to include Evan as well. He would come into the room and ask to speak with him privately. Evan and his dad would be gone for a long time it seemed like, but it never upset Carter because when Evan came back, it was his turn. Carter thought the games they played were weird and different, but he didn’t mind them. It was just like taking a bath, but with another person.

Carter never told anyone about the time he spent alone with Evan’s dad, mostly because he didn’t see anything wrong with it. Also because he made a promise to him that he wouldn’t. Carter knew how serious promises were, and that it would really upset someone if they got broken. So he did his absolute best to keep it, even when he got older and Evan’s dad wasn’t as nice to him as he used to be. It really worried Carter that things weren’t the same, and he was starting to think that he had done something wrong. He would go over there after school and Evan wouldn’t want to hang out. He stopped answering his phone calls and he wouldn’t read the notes Carter wrote him. He didn’t understand what happened, and after months of being avoided and ignored by both Evan and his father, it started to take a toll on Carter emotionally. Evan stopped showing up at school, and Carter started asking questions. After finding out that Evan had been removed from the home and that his dad had been arrested, Carter began to withdraw himself. He became distant, and angry, because he didn’t know why they didn’t love him anymore. They were supposed to have a special bond. They made a promise. Even as the person Carter was started to fade, he kept it. But boy, it sure did ruin him.

Carter’s parents found themselves incredibly lost when it came to knowing what to do for their son. It was such a big change, and nobody saw it coming. Carter lost every single bit of his confidence. He lost his desire to move forward, and so everything in his life went still. He kept to himself at school. When he was home, he hid in his room. He spent a lot of time sleeping; hoping to dream of something better than what was placed in front of him. He only had nightmares worse than the ones from the day before. He struggled with his identity. He liked boys, and then he liked girls, and then he wasn’t sure that he liked anyone. It took him a long time to feel like something other than ugly, and he was too afraid to let anyone love him. He never got invested emotionally. Carter only felt worthy enough to be used for one thing, and because of that he never got anything more. He was sixteen years old and sneaking out of his house at night to get high and hook up with people– boys and girls that he would never talk to again. It was a routine. Every night, begging to be wanted for nothing. By age seventeen he had run away with a guy he met outside of a bar. There was nothing wrong with the man, really, but it still didn’t last. Carter was picked up by police an hour away from town and even though he was grounded for three months for leaving, he was still being brought home every other night in handcuffs. His parents could only take so much before it was enough, and Carter spent half of his junior year of high school in the juvenile detention center.

Jail changed nothing for Carter. His teachers had pretty well adjusted to his new appearance and attitude, and even though it was normal for him to ditch class or come in fifteen minutes late, they still found it hard to believe that such a sweet, passionate boy turned into such a fading, misguided man. Carter didn’t let their concerned looks turned disapproving glares offend him. He dropped the whole sad get up and traded it in for something indestructible. Nobody knew it was possible for one person to feel so much hate, but Carter let it rain upon anyone who crossed his path. He was vicious when he spoke and he didn’t care who his words hurt. He knew that he had to ditch the ability in order to make it out of high school alive. His anger only became worse after his siblings graduated and he was left behind. It was to show him that his actions had consequences, his parents told him, and Carter responded by raising his middle finger and walking away. He repeated eleventh grade and spent his senior year getting into fights and wasting what money he could get his hands on. He bought himself a skateboard with his first pay check when he finally landed a job working for one of the guys in his neighborhood. He ended up quitting that job so that he could dedicate all of his time to learning new tricks. Carter was gifted, that was for sure. He quickly learned that he didn’t actually need a skateboard to make his body move like it was. He could do a kick flip off of a wall or a bench and land right on his feet. This type of hobby was extremely dangerous to have, but he continued and he got better. Soon he was jumping and flipping off of the roof to his house into the pool, and even onto the roof of the garage. He suffered a broken wrist from it one time, and after a few days of resting it, he was right back at it.

Carter’s family is far from approving of his decisions. He throws himself around for a living, and he talks to people like they should be honored to hear him speak. His parents didn’t need to send him off like they did his siblings, because while they went to college, Carter stayed behind and got himself into even more trouble. He didn’t end up going for another year, and it was only because his dad told him that if he wanted a place to stay whenever he pulled his head out of his ass, he needed to get his shit together. Of course Carter pulled the whole ‘I don’t care, go fuck yourself’ thing, but somewhere deep inside of him he knew that he would have been screwed without the financial stability his parents had provided him with his entire life. So he shut up and sent his application in. He didn’t expect to be accepted, and part of him is sure that his dad paid a good chunk of cash for him to even be considered for the scholarship, but he took it as it was and he soon followed his brothers all the way across the United States to New York. It was a big change in scenery, but he's into it. There's plenty of railings for him to skate on, and more than enough buildings for him to run, flip, and jump off of. It's sort of relieving in a sense; like a coping mechanism. He loves the fast paced environment. Carter is currently working the night shift at a gas station just outside of campus. He isn’t the most motivated person, but he likes not having to be bothered by anybody and he gets his work done while blasting music and day dreaming about living a life as the happy kid he was before he met Evan and his dad.

Out of Character Information.

Played by: Matthew. He/Him. 20 years old. Eastern Timezone.

Ships: Carter/Chemistry.

Anti-Ships: Carter/Forced.

Character Page: carteryouass