you're like marbles on glass // zed's posse

[( zed )]

soren émile tamesis
sixteen // sophomore // outcast

Soren was born to two loving parents in Nice, France. He was a happy little boy, creative and hyper. Around the time he turned eight, however, he began to act strangely, becoming paranoid and trying not to sleep. He also began to display night terrors, which deeply frightened his parents, who thought that something was seriously wrong with him. Even after they were told that it was a relatively normal phenomenon, they were still worried.

In addition to the night terrors, Soren also suffered from sleep paralysis and incredibly vivid nightmares. Even when he crawled into his parents' bed for comfort, the nightmares and hallucinations rarely subsided. He grew an almost crippling fear of the dark, and tried to keep the light on when he slept. Nightlights didn't help one bit - as soon as he started to feel sleepy, the light seemed to be snuffed out in a flash. Moving to Redmond, WA when he was 12 did not help these problems one bit - in fact, it seemed to exacerbate them. With the sun being so rare, it made it easier to think that there was a monster lurking around every corner. Even if Soren knew they weren't real in his head, he still felt like they were real and that everyone else just couldn't see them.

The little boy was exhausted, and seeing monsters even while he was awake in broad daylight. He withdrew into himself, drawing the monsters and other frightening beings that appeared in his dreams. This disturbed his parents even more than before. What became the last straw was that he began to cut himself, not often, and not intending to actually kill himself, because he thought the monsters would be placated by an offering of his blood, at least for a little while. This seemed to work for a short amount of time, until his parents found him one day, blood leaking from his right wrist as he babbled insanely about the monsters and how he could make them go away. Realizing that they were ill-equipped to deal with this, they sent him off to an institution where he could get the help he needed. Though his parents were sad at having him leave, they realized there could be no other choice.

After a few years, he was let out into the world and back into high school. In some ways he had improved; in others, he was worse than ever before. But his parents were glad to have him back. Their bright young boy was still as bright as ever, and managed to make it into Dynasty Prep. He plans to major in psychology and film studies when he eventually makes it to college. Despite his parents' fretting, Soren was confident that Dynasty was the place for him to be if he was to stand a chance at being normal.

If one got to know Soren very well, it would be seen that he is a very chipper, happy person. However, it's tough to know Soren. He rarely opens up to anyone, usually with his nose stuck in a book or his eyes staring out the window. His parents can't understand what it is that made their wonderful, happy little boy so frightened of the world, but are glad that he seems to have improved from his prior, nigh-catatonic state.

He's become paranoid over the years, and skulks and hides at the slightest sound he doesn't recognize or movement seen out of the corner of his eye. This has made him the subject of ridicule and bullying, and given him even more good reason to flinch. He's cautious, perhaps overly so, but flashes of bravery shine when he's called upon to do something difficult. What he fears is the unknown and darkness - heights do not affect him. Being here is going to either drive him utterly insane or desensitize him to the presence of others. He's hoping the latter will be the case.

Soren has a scrawny sort of build, with wispy blond hair and large blue eyes. He's kind of cute, if you like the lost puppy look. Aside from being kind of short, there's really nothing remarkable about him, unless you look closely at his arms. There are thin, faded scars there, evidence that he has tried cutting himself a few times.

He's short - about 5'4" - and doesn't weigh much more than a hundred and ten pounds. If stood up in a stiff enough breeze, he could probably blow away. He's a prime target for any bullies out there, mostly because it's difficult for him to fight back. His appearance of being an easy mark has made him into quite the target.

malik altair hakim
sixteen // sophomore // jester

Malik was born seven minutes before his twin, Zahira, which has let him claim the coveted “older brother” role, and contributes to his superiority complex. He’s never going to let her live it down. The twins were born and raised in Washington, DC. There was no reason to move, since their mother was a professor at Georgetown University and their father worked for the Egyptian embassy. They lived in a modestly-sized house in the affluent Washington neighborhood of Cleveland Park, and went to public schools in the city. Despite all the horror stories heard about the DC public school system, the twins were pretty much free of trouble, only getting into a few minor scuffles at school.

Malik was always more of a partier than his sister; by the time he reached high school, he was spending his weekends on the club scene. He experimented with some drugs, but never really liked them all that much. They mixed his brain up more than he enjoyed, so he decided just to stick to alcohol. After his more than fair share of run-ins with the cops, which he always managed to narrowly escape, he decided that he was going to try and go straight, something his sister barely believed. That of course didn’t stop him from hitting on every cute girl or guy that crossed his path, and he kept his hair the same, with dyed blond chunks in it. After an unexpected windfall, the twins’ parents decided to put them in a good prep school to boost their academic standing, and really, how could they refuse Dynasty Prep?

Malik is a manipulative bastard. He's a lover of mischief and mayhem, and just won't let sleeping dogs lie. He aggressively pursues secrets and hidden things, whether you want him to or not. The thing that makes him dangerous is his aggressive intellect. He takes after his father that way, like his twin. He has a knack for seeing connections where nobody else can or will. Mal also has a very persuasive way about him - he's a great negotiator. He's been known to talk kids out of their lunch money and talk teachers out of collecting homework. He's also a terminal flirt, and will chase anything wearing a skirt...or trousers, for that matter. He's not picky.

zahira faiza hakim
sixteen // sophomore // outcast

Zahira was born seven minutes after her twin Malik, and he has never let her live it down. She makes up for it in his eyes by being “the most awesome little sister a guy could ask for”. The twins were born and raised in Washington, DC. There was no reason to move, since their mother was a professor at Georgetown University and their father worked for the Egyptian embassy. They lived in a modestly-sized house in the affluent Washington neighborhood of Cleveland Park, and went to public schools in the city. Despite all the horror stories heard about the DC public school system, the twins were pretty much free of trouble, only getting into a few minor scuffles at school.

While Malik liked to party, Zahira was more of an introvert. Sure, she had some boyfriends, but she stayed single for the most part. Her grades stayed high in school, even though she spent all her free time playing video games. A movie buff, she also went to go see films every weekend with her allowance. Ever since watching a James Bond movie when she was eight, she wanted to be a spy. That dream still stands, even though she knows it’s not all fun and games like in the movies. After an unexpected windfall, the twins’ parents decided to put them in a good prep school to boost their academic standing, and really, how could they refuse the prestigious Dynasty Prep?

Zahira is noticeably nicer than her brother. She is what many people would call the 'good twin' - really a misnomer. Like Malik, she loves a good prank, and, given the chance, would con everybody out of their money and homework. She is not nearly quite so gregarious as Malik, but is more genuinely warm and friendly than he is when she opens up. Technology has always come easily to her; she's usually the first person to figure out new features in a program or on a cell phone, and usually the first to open it up and tinker around with its insides to try and make it do tricks. She is a big mclarge huge Boston Red Sox fan, and is fiercely proud of her hometown of Washington, DC. She loves conspiracy theories; she is a conspiracy buff's conspiracy buff.

aliya marie haskell
sixteen // sophomore // nerd

Aliya (Aly, please) isn't too tall - she's actually a little short for her age. Some might call her skinny, but she's merely fine-boned, with naturally tan skin and high cheekbones from her absentee Iranian father and the clear brown, almond-shaped eyes of her Dominican mother. She keeps her medium-length dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail so it's out of her face, even though her mother tries to get her to wear it down more often. There are nearly perpetual dark circles beneath her eyes; she relies on caffeine to get her through the day, as she's quite the night owl. Paradoxically, she also adores sleep.

She has a bit of an aversion to dressing like a girl, but has recently made the reluctant concession to wearing skinny jeans. She trends towards wearing t-shirts with nerdy slogans. Additionally, she hates being cold, so she usually has at least a windbreaker with her. She is almost always found with her purse, which holds a lot for its smallish size - it contains everything from emergency beef jerky rations to a Swiss Army knife to a small flashlight to several pens and pencils (a girl must always be prepared).

In her own words: "I'm kind of opinionated. I know a lot about pop culture - er, that is, right up until the early 2000s. I'm not so much into the boy bands and all that, or this new vampire craze nonsense. Give me some good old-fashioned sci-fi shows any day of the week. I'm also socially awkward. There, I said it. I'm shy as hell and I always get too worried about making new friends, 'cause I always know I'm going to move away anyway...so what's the point?"

Aly was born and raised in Washington, DC until she was about eight years old. Then her mother, working with the State Department, was sent to hopscotch through several Central Asian countries for five years. They lived in Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan, and Kyrgyzstan before settling in Sydney, Australia for a year and a half on a 'breather' assignment from the general chaos that was Central Asia, more chaotic since the war in Afghanistan began. Her only close friend was her cat, Alekos, and during this time the two of them became quite close - or as close as a person and a cat can be.

When she was ten years old, having just moved to Uzbekistan, there was an electrical fire caused by faulty wiring in the walls of their temporary housing when her mom was out at work. She was sitting in her room reading when a frantic scratching at the door made her let Alekos into the room...and with him, billowing black smoke. She didn't want to jump out of the second-story window, so she decided to evacuate downstairs. She managed to make it into the living room before the fire caught up to her, cutting off her way back up and quickly gaining on her current position. In an attempt to at least save the cat she flung him near the door and stumbled forward to open it and let them escape. Smoke inhalation had gotten to her at that point and as the cat streaked out the door she got suddenly dizzy and fell backwards and sideways, burning her left side and her back. The pain was enough to make her lucid again, and screaming, she ran out of the house before stopping, dropping, and rolling on the lawn a safe distance away. The cat came to lick her wounds, and this was how her mother found her when she arrived five minutes later upon hearing about the fire. Aly does not like to show these scars and never wears things that could expose them. So good luck getting her to come to your pool party.

john hamish watson
thirty-nine // local // doctor

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