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Jaxon Whittemore   ⚜   ???   ⚜   17   ⚜   The Ringleader   ⚜   ESTP

Not everyone has to like you…

He remembers the exact moment when perfection became so preeminently important to him; remembers the echo of the screen door as it slammed shut behind him and the evening air that prickled his cheeks as he let the tears fall. He was thirteen, and it was one of the last times he’d let himself indulge in such a shameful display of self-pity. It wasn’t that he stopped pitying himself - not in the least. It was merely that he understood the choice he was being given, as only an adolescent boy would; You can either get sad or you can get angry.

Anger won out. And with it, a kind of steely determination that drove everything he did. Before that night, he’d been an entirely different person - just a boy, as he liked to think of it. Just Jaxon Whittemore. He didn't know any Millers. No Gordon, no Margaret. Those names meant nothing to him. Until he learned they were his parents. His birth parents. The truth had been kept from him all along; until that fateful night when his adopted parents had finally confirmed what some lady had told him at a walk-in clinic earlier that day. He’ll never forget the guilt in his mother’s eyes - or the explosive argument that followed with his dad. It was a turning point; one that ripped him from the lap of luxury he’d grown up thinking was his birth right. Now, everyone who’d known the secret turned into people who’d been laughing at him behind closed doors all along. Jaxon was sure of it; and the more his own insecurities grew, the more he hated all the people who’d known the truth about him before he did.  

          {Winning isn’t everything... It’s the only thing.}

Life changed for him in highschool. Correction; he changed life in highschool. No one else could take credit for his shrewd rise up the social ranks, for the friends he made - and those he set aside. No one could take credit as he found the two sports in which he excelled; swimming and lacrosse - and became captain of both teams in the time in took most highschoolers to grudgingly pick up a single extracurricular. Athlete of the year three times over, and enough trophies in his room to blind a gold-digger. He’s not half bad on the academic spectrum either; never the top nerd, but juggling enough As and Bs to silence any jealous naysayers who’d love to think that he’s just a dumb jock.

And then in grade twelve, the tables turned again. Because a nobody by the name of Scott McCall - who’d caught more balls with his face than he had with his net - got suddenly better. Not just better; but faster, stronger, sharper. It all seemed to happen overnight. And it wasn’t just Jaxon who noticed; pretty much everyone who was anyone in their school took note. From coaches, to fellow students. Since then, McCall and his merry band of misfit losers have become the perpetual thorn in Jaxon’s side. If this rise to highschool stardom wasn’t insulting enough, McCall’s single-sidekick social life blossomed into an ever-widening group of friends. 

But things like that don’t just happen. Jaxon has poured enough blood and sweat into his medals to know that. This isn’t a feel-good Lifetime movie to give underdogs everywhere delusional dreams of grandeur. And he sure as hell isn’t about to be dethroned by someone who had it so easy. So Jaxon has made it his goal - nay, his obsession - to find out how the hell Scott did it. How he’s still doing it - and before he can take his secrets with him to college. Rumour has it they might be headed to the same one; and although the mere thought infuriates him, Jaxon is resolved that this freakish stroke of good luck won’t continue for McCall. He’ll make sure of that.

                                                             … Not everyone has taste.

Web of Connections

Lydia Martin: Together, they aren’t fire and water - but a lit match and gasoline. To everyone else, they’re an obvious choice; the most popular girl in school and the reigning star athlete. But the truth is a lot more complicated when the cameras aren’t around. There’s a connection stronger than any he’s ever experienced. It’s intense enough that he’s even come close to blurting out the ‘L’-word once or twice in some of their more intimate moments. And it isn’t just the mind-blowing sex; he’s had plenty of that with plenty enough people to know the difference. They understand each other in ways he can’t even explain, and beneath the superficiality that surround them - there’s something real. Despite his self-absorption, Jaxon knows that Lydia’s been having her own struggles lately. And he worries about her, although it doesn’t always manifest in a manner that’s helpful to either of them. As a result, there’s been noticeable strain on their relationship lately, and although he’ll never admit it, it kills him.

Joshua Rosza: The first friend he ever made in elementary school. The cheerful boy approached him when he was brooding around the basketball court one day - watching the older kids play, and the rest, as they say - is history. They drifted apart over the years, especially in highschool. Different grades, interests, ambitions, social circles…  He lost track of Josh when the latter graduated from highschool, relying on the odd (though still amicable) run-in around the Quarter. They became increasingly rare however, and now Jaxon hasn’t seen head or tail of him in months. He’s heard the rumours though; That Josh dropped out of college, that he’s living on the streets - that he’s peddling drugs. Jaxon doesn’t know what to believe, but suffice to say, he’s concerned.

Evelyn Jones: Their connection is minimal; which is just how he plans to keep it. Evelyn recognized him one day when his name was called at the walk-in clinic. He’d just gotten the cast removed and was happily on his way out when she approached and dropped the bombshell. Apparently, she’d been close friends with his parents before the car-crash. He still remembers the lurch in his stomach in learning that he was adopted as Evelyn stood there blabbing about a time before he was born; expecting him to… What? Thank her? He hated the sympathy in her voice when she realized he hadn’t known; hated that he felt like an impostor in learning he wasn’t truly Jaxon - son of David Whittemore - as he’d been led to believe all these years. Some research and an explosive confrontation at home confirmed it. Mrs. Jones has tried to engage him a couple of times since then, the overtones of guilt very much apparent, but he’s managed to cut that to the quick with his cold, aloof retreats.

Kol Mikaelson: So he doesn’t know the guy well, but that won’t stop him from getting to knowhim as well as it’ll take in order to get what he wants out of him. Namely, answers. He saw him in a scuffle in an alleyway - outnumbered a good six to one. And yet before Jaxon could even think about whether he wanted to blow the whistle or duck his head and keep walking, every single one of the guy’s assailants were decked. Blinking only confirmed that the sight was real - and the victim turned victor seemed happy to indulge his captive audience. For a few seconds anyway. A wink, a mocking bow - and he was gone. But Jaxon’s seen enough crazy, superpower shit lately that this one’s definitely the straw to break the camel’s back. He wants to know how he did it; Training? Drugs? Something new on the market?… He won’t stop looking for the guy until he gets his answers. No matter the cost.

Mercy Lewis: Merit Lewis was one year older than him in school, but that never stopped them from being friends. They hadn’t met through school anyway. He barely remembers how they met, except that it was during a time when he was very, very young when he’d been suffering from inexplicable vertigo. They’d tried everything; doctors, specialists, prescription pills - nothing had worked until his mom had decided to turn to ‘natural medicine’. For reasons that are still beyond him, Merit’s mom was able to cure him of his vertigo after only a few months’ worth of herbal therapy. Getting rid of the illness was one thing; making a lifelong friend through the course of those events was even better. And if there was one person Jaxon hadn’t forgotten as he climbed the ladder of teenaged success, it was Merit. He kept an eye out for the kid; even defended him against older bullies a couple of times. 

But then Merit died. He learned about it via rumour in school, which was then confirmed with a solemn few minutes of silence on the PA system one day during the morning announcements. And that was it. He sought out Merit’s older sister, Mercy, but the last time they ran into each other she was positively feral; lashing out at him and accusing him of spying and creeping up on her… For whatever purpose is beyond him. It pissed him off, but also made him suspicious. Why was she so jumpy? What really happened to Merit? He wants to approach her again - more gently, if need be - in order to find out.

Plot Teasers:

There are skills far more valuable than being good at sports, and Jaxon will soon learn that athleticism is merely the tip of the iceberg when it comes to climbing the food chain for survival.

Jaxon will eventually get to the bottom of the mystery surrounding Scott’s rapid rise to success; but will he have a choice in taking it for himself - or will greater forces make that choice for him?...

On the soundtrack of his life: Fallout Boy - I Don’t Care  (x)

FC: Colton Haynes, non-negotiable.

Fortunately for us, Jaxon is  T A K E N!! | Follow

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             Jeremy Gilbert  ⚜  Human  ⚜ 18  ⚜  The Sentinel  ⚜   ISFP

If you don’t stand for something…

Nothing in Jeremy’s life has been normal since the day his parents perished in that car accident. The incident happened so fast, so suddenly, that it left him grappling with the reality of his life. If there is anything he’s learned from the experience, it was that the world waits for no one. No matter what happens, it will keep on going. And it was that fact - more than any other, that continued to bother him. The people who birthed him, nurtured his upbringing and were the sole constants in his life were here one moment, and gone the next. And it was as if no time passed before they too were forgotten as just another insignificant detail in Mystic Falls’ history. When he refused to cooperate, or keep pace, life tried to drag him by the collars; insisted on pulling him forward.

But in the wake of tragedy, there were irreparable cracks in him. Ones that were apathetic to the soothing voices of his sister, who’d survived the crash when her parents hadn’t. Nor did they appreciate the efforts his aunt Jenna put into filling the void of a lost parent. In desperation, he turned to alcohol to help him forget that those cracks ever existed, despite being well under-age. And when liquor no longer seemed potent enough, recreational drugs came to his rescue. Just like that, all sense of normalcy was wiped clean from the slate of his life. The drugs nullified his emotions; dried up the well of creativity that had once inspired his natural affinity for drawing. He became nothing more than a slave to the highs and lows that helped him avoid pain. From his aunt and sister, he received numerous glances laden with sympathy, guilt, and a sadness of their own. But any more than that, and Jeremy refused every attempt they made to ‘help’ him. When their concern turned to fierce reprimand, he acted out. It was the need to change that constant trend that Jenna insisted upon a move to New Orleans when his sister left to attend the local college. As if a great and sudden change would be the cure the to his addictions...

 {My fear of abandonment is exceeded only by my terror of intimacy.}

The Crescent City was miles away both in distance and in character from the sleepy little town of Mystic Falls, where he’d grown up. It was hard to leave it behind and it did nothing but make him resent his aunt and sister all the more for enforcing it on him. Maybe it was to spite them, or maybe it was because addiction was a demon like no other - but despite the change in environment, Jeremy remained staunchly the same. His new school brought with it only the potential for higher-quality drugs, and the only thing that interested him any more than that, was Vicki Donovan. She was an addiction of another caliber. A girl who knew how to have fun; who showed him the joys and wonders of sex in the midnight hours. The more he got to know her, the more he was convinced he’d found a kindred spirit. Someone afflicted with the misfortune of a life without any real guiding ropes - much like himself.

But as fun as she was, Vicki was also a bag of contradictions.. She wanted him one moment, and hated him the next - fire then ice. It was in that way that she kept him on his toes. Kept him hooked even while she played every one of his heartstrings like a chord. Particularly on those nights when he knew she walked straight into the arms of Tyler Lockwood, who seemed more interested in what she brought to the bedroom, physically. It was a source of many brawls, and since then Jeremy’s learned that it doesn’t take a lot to tick Tyler off. All he has to do is press the right buttons. And still, he couldn’t say no to Vicki when she came back to him for more. In fact, Jeremy became so accustomed to her ups and downs that he didn’t catch the warning signs when her mood swings intensified, and her demands became more drastic. That was until she began disappearing for weeks at a time.

The first few times it happened, Jeremy searched all over town for her. Until one day she came looking for him. Shifting eyes, sharp fangs and an unmistakable aggression. Vicki’s temper had always been a landmine, but this time it took even less to set her off. She lunged towards him that night - a murderous glare in her eyes - fangs barred and poised to tear into his throat. They’d been but a hairline away from puncturing his neck, if it were not for his sister who got in the way. Elena’s interference did little to curb Vicki’s lethal intent however - it merely redirected it. And when the Salvatore brothers interfered, he learned of what Vicki had truly become. A monster. One who would kill his sister without an ounce of remorse had Stefan not stepped in to save her.

                                                               … You will fall for anything.

Jeremy receded back into his cold, hard shell in the aftermath of Vicki’s death. The drugs — old familiar friends, helped him forget his losses; forget the pain that tears into him on the daily. His attendance record at Saint Al’s was shoddy to begin with. But these days he skips classes as if it’s second nature to him. To Jenna’s disappointment, it’s also been the main reason he was held back a grade. As far as he’s concerned, there is nothing of importance being taught at that institution; nothing that would do him any good. It didn’t help either that at every corner he found himself face to face with his aunt; a teacher in the same institution. 

Not once since her death, has he visited Vicki’s grave. No, Jeremy simply lives his life with a chip on his shoulder these days; wishing he was invisible, wishing that every ounce of knowledge he had about vampires, and life and death, would just be obliterated from the corners of his mind where it all lurks and continued to haunt him.

Web of Connections

Cora Hale: There have been a few occasions in which Jeremy and Tyler have had stand-offs, since Vicki’s death. In one particular incident, the two males had already gotten in a few punches. But before Jeremy could really unleash his pent up rage towards Tyler, Cora Hale interfered. She knocked Lockwood down with surprising agility - and returned his sass, measure for measure. Given that he hadn’t asked for her help in the first place, however, Jeremy reproached the brunette for meddling in his business. But that had only gotten him knocked on his ass as well. From that point on Cora, has made it clear that she doesn’t plan on tolerating his bullshit. But Cora has also offered to help him find other outlets for his anger. Thus far, he has absolutely refused to take her up on it.

Damon Salvatore and Stefan Salvatore: While it is true that his sense of suspicion and paranoia are only worsened by his abuse of depressants and stimulants - where the Salvatores are concerned, neither of those vices seem out of place. He blames the older Salvatore brother for cementing Vicki’s fate by turning her into a vampire, and the younger one for killing her. He feels that if the vampires hadn’t meddled in either his sister’s life or Vicki’s - things would’ve turned out very differently. He has since began a blacklist; upon which Damon and Stefan’s names sit at the very top - even higher than Tyler Lockwood’s name. His latest interest in archaic weaponry is inspired by his hatred for both vampires. Naturally, he hasn’t bothered to share this detail with Elena. 

Matt Donovan: Although Matt has always been one of the good guys, Jeremy avoids him like the plague. Not because he has something against him, but because since Vicki’s death, Matt has been going around asking too many questions. The answers to which Jeremy had sworn he wouldn’t reveal. So he figures that the best policy is to avoid the man who serves as a painful reminder of the girl he once thought he loved. 

Bonnie Bennett:  She’s perhaps the only one of his sister’s friends that he does tolerate. More than just ‘tolerate’, if Jeremy’s inclined to be honest. She’s beautiful and tough, and though he hasn’t tested her much yet, Jeremy knows she’s not the type to take anyone’s shit. And maybe it’s for that reason that he holds his tongue around Bonnie Bennett, and even feels that masochistic temptation to open up to her, let her in even where he’s denied that same right to everyone else in his life. He’s not sure if that feeling attracts him all the more - or whether it terrifies him to the core.

Sabine Laurent: Through the stoner grapevine, Jeremy found Sabine when his previous dealer began giving him trouble. As a supplier, Sabine has yet to fail him. She's also well aware that misery loves company, and as such, keeps an open-door policy. She, along with Josh Rosza, have had a few good times - getting high on exotic imports that Sabine somehow manages to acquire. But over time, Jeremy has come to learn that there is more than meets the eye to Sabine Laurent. It’s more than just an air of mystery;  there’s something in the drugs she gives him that bring a particular character to his hallucinations, one  he’d blame on magic, if he ever believed in it. Lately, he’s been a little wary around her. 

Also mentioned in the following bios: Allison Argent, Josh Rosza, Kira Yukimura, Rain St. Agnes

Plot Teasers:

Without having realized it, Jeremy is dancing in the palms of a major power-player in the scene of New Orleans. This rebel who refuses everyone’s advice will find that he’s not as uncontrollable as he’d like to believe.

Jeremy’s handle on his drug problem will soon slip and have him spiraling into dangerous waters. When help comes in the name of someone he least expects, will he take it or would he prefer to drown?...

On the soundtrack of his life: Living on anesthetic - Thomston (x)

FC: Steven R. McQueen, non-negotiable.

Fortunately for us, Jeremy is  T A K E N!! | Follow

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Human || Jules x Elena

Elena hadn't been sure of when she first fell asleep. Unlike their first tryst, it hadn't been awkward. She had willingly given herself to him, even falling asleep with her head on his shoulder. There was something there between them, it was undeniable. What it was was still something she was trying to figure out. She woke a couple of hours later, knowing full well that she had a mission to go on. She hadn't expected to feel so sorry. Her muscles throbbed, her stomach especially. She got up with a slight wince and wondered just how on earth she was going to manage her task of the night, but she knew it needed to be done. These missions were her own thing, taking down the threats to their nation whether they be American, Russian or whatever. These missions were always on a tight schedule and she knew that if she didn't nab the guy during the select time frame, they'd lose track of him. She had to do this regardless of how sore she was.

Glancing back over her shoulder, she noted Jules still sleeping soundly. Elena couldn't help the small smile that formed on the corner of her mouth, getting up and heading over to her closet. Her hair was down, but that may or may not have been just to hide the hickies left by her soldier. Throwing on a crop top, black cargo pants and high heeled combat boots, she let out a breath and made her way to the door with the hopes that it'd be a lot easier to move around once she adjusted to the pain. Truth was, this was a kind of pain she had never known before.

Usually, she would be prepared for an ambush but tonight was not the case. She had the reflexes of a dead cat, finding it hard to even counter a hit. Elena wasn't even able to manage getting past the third wave of guards protecting the target. The first two had been okay, but the third was difficult. She wasn't what she was more surprised about, that they hadn't killed her or that they hadn't taken her hostage. Perhaps they were smart enough to know that she was the commander's daughter, holding more power than even the man in charge of their country. Perhaps they just didn't want to lock in their death wish. It didn't change the fact that they had beaten her to the point of near death, leaving her on a cold concrete floor of the warehouse that they had been hiding out in for the week.

She woke up three days later, unsure as to whether or not she had been going in and out of it but only knowing that when she felt pain this time, it was something that she could handle. Outer wounds had always been something that she had pushed to the back of her mind. It didn't matter how much they hurt, just so long as she was alive. It meant she was a survivor and every mark should be seen with a sense of pride. It was what her father had taught her and even though she was furious with him, it was still a part of who she was. She didn't know any better, that a beaten woman shouldn't just be respected, but cared for. She had been so programmed, as if she were a machine, that she often forgot that she was h u m a n. So when she walked through her cell block and through the courtyard when she arrived back, she walked with her head up as if nothing had happened. As if, she was the winner of this brawl when in fact, she had lost--and that in itself infuriated her. The target had gotten away and it was her own fault. Even with the bruises all over her body, black and blue from nearly neck to toe, she was more upset about the loss rather than feeling lucky that she was alive.

She walked like a viper, daring anyone to spew negativity just so she could take out her frustration. She strutted all the way back to her place, her mind too full of hatred to even think of Jules and what's become of him. That reality wouldn't set in until she calmed down. For now, she opened the door to her quarters and took a step inside. A shower would do her some good, in desperate need of one after all that had transpired. Little did she know just how much her whole view on things would soon be changing.

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raven burnette " and i don't belong to anyone. - marina and the diamonds " { female, 17, mental manipulation, house aeroty, student: year 12 ; // kaya scodelario

biography

          the year is 1996 in bristol and 20 year old michelle burnette is walking down the wedding isle, followed by her 2 year old son, nikolas. people aren’t looking at either of those things those; they’re looking at her stomach. she is 8 months pregnant with a baby girl who will grow up to surprise everyone. michelle finally walks down the aisle and says her vows to her soon to be husband, richard schrader. he is very clearly uncomfortable, but no one will say anything to michelle for fear of her overdosing again from her medication addiction. the two are finally married, but it will be one of the biggest mistakes of michelle’s life, and one of the biggest struggles for niko and raven in their lives. richard would turn out to be an alcoholic and an abuser.           when raven was finally born, richard immediately felt the anxiety of being a new parent and ditched their family for 2 years. he would come in and out of their lives for 10 years. this was a disappointment for raven, and she latched onto her brother who seemed to be the only person she ever talked to. yes, raven was mute most of her childhood. she knew how to talk, and she did talk the one word here and there, but for some reason raven didn’t feel the need to talk. she felt empty inside and what was the point of talking if you feel you have nothing valuable to say? raven’s brother, however, seemed to be a lot more outgoing than her, but terribly selfish. they did however share the same trait: being able to manipulate people into getting what they wanted. it became a game between them almost; seeing who could get more biscuits from the bakery without having to pay for them. although raven and niko’s mother noticed this, she ignored it. michelle was too busy popping pills or getting back together with richard to actually take care of her children. one night however, when raven was 10, richard had come back and was drunkenly slapping their mother around for not being able to cook fast enough. raven had enough of this and shouted, “Stop! Leave! Never come back!” richard initially turned around mad at her, but she watched his expression slowly change into one of relaxation and he stopped what he was doing and walked right out the door and into the road, getting hit by a car and dying. michelle and niko were truly baffled by this and they swore to tell no one, but raven knew she had some kind of gift now. she was now talking regularly, and using her power for whatever she wanted.           raven had also started hanging out with some of the more troubled kids and got into drugs and parties, being able to get anything free if she asked for it. she was now 12/13, and her brother had already gotten into the party scene so they had an unspoken deal to cover for each other when they snuck out. another thing she could do was make people feel upset for no reason if they wronged her in any way. she was having the time of her life until one of her aunt’s visited, and watched raven use her power to manipulate her mother into forgetting she had seen raven coming into the house from a night out. her aunt knew what was happening and immediately took raven and niko to everlark, calling the police on their mother.           nothing changed however, except that raven probably started partying more to get rid of any kind of sadness/emptiness she felt. her brother tried to look after her, but niko was no better himself and he couldn’t control raven if she had the same power as him.

personality

          on the outside, raven is cold, aloof, distant, and seductive. raven, aside from her power, actually has a very manipulative personality. she is cunning, sly, and confident. she keeps to herself and exercising her right to remain silent whenever possible to hide her own emotions and feelings. she is exceptionally good at being deceptive and lying to people, and could probably hide the whole school away if she tried hard enough. when she does talk, raven tends to have a sarcastic or stoic response. raven loves partying and any type of drug she can get her hands on, although she swears she’s not addicted to anything except cigarettes, and she’s not (for the most part). raven also tends to be promiscuous, but hates any use of the words ‘whore’ or ‘slut’ to describe herself.           on the inside raven is sad, scared, and truly alone. her mother not being there for her has led to her having a pessimistic outlook on life. she tries extremely hard to make sure no one gets close enough to figure out just how sad she is because of her disappointing life. she also is very scared of herself and her power, hoping she doesn’t accidentally use it to hurt another person. she also terribly misses her brother, because he was the only person she trusted.

other 

raven started attending when she was 14

raven’s birthday is feburary 14th – valentine’s day. niko used to tease her about this often because of how lively and lovely valentine’s is compared to her own persona

raven is afraid of getting close to someone/loving them

she tends to wear dark makeup and a few people have called her a raccoon

her favorite drug is ecstasy

this character is closed and is played by shannon

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dr. thomas howsham, dphil litt.d. " i like to listen. i have learned a great deal from listening carefully. most people never listen. - ernest hemingway " { male, 35, linguist, house aquanna, professor of latin ; // stephen merchant

biography

          thom was always a bit "odd". in school, he found latin and french classes to be the most stimulating, and when he graduated, he decided to go on to study languages. he spent years learning latin, greek, as well as dabbling in german, dutch, and russian. he was given research grants to translate ancient pieces of text, and worked as an interpreter for the german ambassador to england for some time.            while on vacation in yorkshire, he received a call from the headmaster of everard's academy, requesting that he come for an interview. having recently lost their latin professor to marriage, the school was in desperate need of a replacement. at first thom was hesitant, but he decided to give teaching a try, at least for a little while. 

personality

          thom has a great deal of trouble in social situations where he is meant to speak for himself. though he is able to teach to a class quite well, one on one social interactions are both troubling and nerve-wracking.            he can be quite stingy with money, though he is by no means poor, and has been described by his fellows as "miserly". his great trouble is that he tries incredibly hard at everything, often tries too hard, and ends up falling short or putting his foot in his mouth because of it.

other 

though he tries to impress people with his knowledge, he often comes across as pompous or arrogant 

he can speak about 15 languages fluently

he has a habit of wringing his hands when he is upset or nervous, and cries sometimes when he is frustrated 

this character is closed and is played by zoey