FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT,* ( those flingers )

[Shay Anderson]

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Character making list:

• Shay Anderson.
  
• Xavier Street.
  
• Nathan Street.
  
• Kiran Slade.
  
• Blake Kalmojenovic.
  
• DJ Hadley.

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[/li][li] Hayden Hadley.[/s]
[/li][li] Tristan Silver.
[/li][li] Scarlet Cortese.
[/li][li] Elijah Silver.
[/li][li] Max Silver.[/s]
[/li][li] Gray Cortese.
[/li][li] River Hadley.
[/li][li] Remy Silver.[/s]
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[Shay Anderson]

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`` the Shafer's.

Scarlet Hayden Shafer.
the German obsession.

the personality.
If you have ever lived a day in the life of eighteen year-old Scarlet Shafer, you’ll have a real idea about why she is the way she is. Really, nobody is born so cranky and uptight – that would be silly. Just like no one is born laid-back and free. It’s all about your environment and personality. By nature, Miss Scarlet is an individual with very little patience for stupidity; very little patience in general, actually. Born with a fiery attitude and a taste for hungry ambition, this Shafer only has one thing on her mind: her career. Growing up in urban Berlin tends to do that to a person. But, her career turned into fashion very quickly. And we all know that where fashion comes, shallow crankiness can’t be far behind. By seeing the way those fashion designers and models play, Scarlet easily settled into that world of playing dirty with one another. You know those people whom you never cross the line with? Just because of their stressed, impatient stare? Scarlet’s mastered that at a very young age. Just add in too many work hours, too many electronics and premature wrinkles and you have got the lovely lifestyle of Miss Scarlet Shafer. You know how people, once lovely and gentle, turn into overly stressed monsters of doom? Yeah. She’ll bark out commands, bite at ignorance and snort at ugliness.

She also happens to be:

-obsessed with fashion and appearances.
-shallow as a puddle.
-too adult.
-a fashion intern at some magazine.
-aloof.
-thick skinned.
-a dirty player.
-say yes to one-night stands. No to relationships.
-a workaholic.
-failing student.
-egotistical.
-independent.
-a back-stabber.
-hostile.
-impatient.
-stressed.

the history.

Growing up in downtown Berlin, Germany is something that many children probably wish for. For only-child Scarlet Shafer, it was more of a reality than anything. Daughter to a criminal lawyer father and real estate agent mother, it was easy to see why. Money had never been an objection for the small, YUPPIE family, thank you very much. There’s only one problem, Dr. Phil – failure is never an option. Whether that be playing in the youth soccer league, or competing at the local spelling bee, Richard and Charlotte Shafer never settled for anything less than first place. At school, an A+ report card was the only thing anyone wanted to see. However, once you add that heartfelt trip to India into the mix, everything seems to go wrong. While the happy little family was “helping the needy” by visiting various orphanages and crummy villages, Charlotte fell in love with the small, laughing boy aged three or four years older than her own daughter. Of course, what a Shafer wants, a Shafer gets.

Welcome to the world, Zach.

Grossly out of place in the prim and proper world of the Shafer’s Zach was, the young Scarlet saw the wrinkles begin to grow on the smooth, flawless complexions of her skinny, white parents. That’s when the pill-popping started with her mother and the cheating and violent ways started with her father. Instead of modern and quiet, their apartment turned into a place for drugs, hitting and yelling. All because of some sorry little kid who smiled too much. The two children were then welcome to fail school, have social lives and cash in their lives else where. Right around the time her parents finally divorced and Charlotte moved her children away from that cheating bastard, and into Valkyrie, did Scarlet invest her own time in bigger and better things.

It wasn’t a glamourous lifestyle, but it’s away from her family. It’s a boring eighteen years, but you’ll have to deal with it.

[Shay Anderson]

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I thought I said I was going to stop? Ah well, life sucks like that. Captain Asia has two more characters going around in her head. They won’t stop developing, which is kind of really annoying. >.< So, I’ll need plenty of opinions on whether or not to make them, heh. And I’m trying something new! Keeping it short.<3 since I still have developing to do.
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Indiana Noelle Cortese ,

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alrightie, so this little treasure has been bugging for like…a month or two now. And I finally decided to break down and see what you guys thought of her. I am aware she has a similar “thing” as Scarlet, but that’s just fine with me, rofl. and Lauren is just perfect for the face, I think. But, tell me what you guys think. (:

( her story ) It was true; Indiana Noelle Cortese was brought up in what we could call a “good family.” No scandals, no cheating, no ridiculous treatment…it was all smooth sailing her entire life. Being born and raised in Paris, France does something to a girl, however. When she was younger, she would often spend her afternoons and early evenings working with her father and his happy little employees in his two boutiques in downtown Paris. With the big, bright front windows, she would often sit in front of them and fold the novelty shirts the mass population could easily afford. And sometimes, she would see some of the bigger-name designers bustling down the main street, cell phone attached to their hand with two or three assistants scurrying obediently after them. They would be carrying cell phones, too, and maybe a tray of coffee or bags of merchandise and fabrics. They would be writing down everything the designer said and got to travel all over the world to do everything Big Name didn’t want to do. Through her wide, innocent little eyes, Indiana was excited. She couldn’t dream of anything better than a life like that. Not exactly doing what her parents did, but she would go to all the fashion shows and after-parties, she would work alongside someone internationally famous, she would get to jet-set and lead this fascinating life!

By the time she was eleven years of age, Indiana Cortese was positive she wanted to continue in the “family business.” That’s how these things worked, right? Raised in a certain environment and you can’t imagine yourself doing anything else. She had been around photographers and fashion models for her entire life, always accompanying her mother and father to various casual events where she got to meet more modestly successful fashion people. Oh, the time her father made it in the British Cosmopolitan?! A photographer came to their house and everything! And the cute little assistants got to come too, with their little notepads and quirky smiles.

With a particular interest in journalism, as well as fashion design, it was no surprise that little Indie Cortese was studying both journalism and sewing during elementary and middle school. Academics were a surprisingly important thing to her. She spent all of her leisure time lost in the pages of a book or working at her father’s boutique. There were no parties or Playdates, no swimming lessons or camping trips. Everything was fashion and writing – everything. As a determined little soldier, it was of no great surprise when Indiana earned an unpaid slavery internship with one of Paris’ more popular designers. There were plenty of skinny girls between the ages of sixteen and twenty bustling around the main office when she first arrived to meet with Diane Faber herself. At the young age of fourteen, Indie Cortese was fixing hemlines and getting coffee for a low A-lister design company. How cool! However, this particular internship was for young hopefuls with fiery ambition to become the next Great One. They wanted runway shows and fashion lines. Indiana wanted to cover fashion shows and critique fashion lines.

She had talent, she knew that much. She had ambition, that too. She even had the hard stare that was essential to a contributor in this industry. For eight long, gruelling months, Indiana sat behind her little sewing machine in the back of one of the design offices in Diane Faber’s large, successful company’s headquarters. However, the time comes when people need to move on, right? In the fashion world, like Hollywood, timing was everything. You had to be in the right place at the right time for your career to actually take off. Maybe that’s why she spent the first three years of her high school career doing anything but high school. See, the Cortese family as a whole was ordinary. Not painfully average, but they didn’t seem to stand out from the crowd, either. But Indie Cortese on her own was a little force to be reckoned with. She had the same work ethic as either of her parents, but had never held the same acceptance of what is that they did. It got in the way most of the time, really. However, one had to admire the constant amount of effort she put into everything she did.

By the end of September of her ninth grade year, the time had come for Indiana to shine. From behind her little sewing machine, she had been roaring out every answer another intern had. She spoke for the designers half the time. She gave them ideas for interview questions. She knew the ways of the fashion world, working them like an old icon. It was time for another internship, this time with one of Diane Faber’s top journalists, Jaycee Connelly. After much persuasion and the promise of a private tutor, Indiana Cortese packed up and left home onto the private jet owned by the fashion corporation. For the best part of three years, she followed the journalist around the world, staying in one place for weeks at a time, as one of those little assistants bustling after her that she had watched out of the window of her father’s boutique so many years earlier. Now, nearing the end of her high school career, Indie made the bold decision to move back home and finish the rest of her schooling with her family. But who knows, with this much experience, she could find the next level of her career in Valkyrie, California.

( the characteristics )
- fairly friendly.
- wise in the ways of the world.
- not the sharpest tack in the drawer.
- promiscuous.
- never has time for anything but work.
- has little patience with people.
- selfish.
- follows instructions too well, a follower.
- never really thinks for herself.
- easily devastated.
- unconfident in her abilities.
- easily forgotten about.
- always in the background.
- a jealous little bitch.
- not shallow in any sense of the word.
- lets jealousy and orders rule her life.
- can be seen as spineless.
- gets along with anyone and everyone.

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Gray Dominic Cortese ,[/color]

apart from the novel up there, Gray isn’t any more developed than Indiana. I just happened to rant a lot for her story. So please, any feedback would be lovely. xD

( his story ) I think it has been established that the Cortese family is one of the few honest, hard-working families who happen to find a break and make it in the superficial world of health and wealth, money and honey, everyday is Ice Cream Sunday, yes? It a damn good thing, too. Because Naomi and Quinton’s two children definitely weren’t devices to fit into the world of The Valley. Indiana had never experienced much of a high school experience, so she didn’t need to worry about that. Gray, on the other hand, had grown up in the shadows of his family’s honesty and determination. He had never had the ambition his sister had, nor the happy acceptance that both of his good-natured parents did. I guess you could say he fell somewhere in the middle. During elementary school, he was the kid at the very front of the classroom who was just pretending to pay attention to the teacher’s lesson on the ABCs. He would be staring right at her and her horrific polka-dot dress, rearranging her appearance with his mind.

He never stood out from the crowd, see. No extraordinary talents. No troublemaking antics. Not even a bright little smile that would make everything okay. He wasn’t a well-trained puppy dog. Quite on the contrary, Gray was, according to everyone around him, “average.” He never exceeded in anything in his life. Yet, he never seemed to fit into the image of an average kid. Even during middle school, he was normal but not. While he brown-bagged him lunch and read books during class – as opposed to working – there was that little sparkle in his eye that told the world there was more to him than a boyish smile and a wild imagination. And, in all honesty, he liked it like that. He felt no wish to stand out above the rest in any way, shape or form. He didn’t want to break the law, he didn’t want to excel in his work life, he didn’t even want the hottest girlfriend of them all. He didn’t stand out from the crowd, but who was it to say that he wanted to?

There was no interesting story of his life. He grew up in a good family, did good in school, did good work, everything was “good”. That boring, four-letter word that defined his entire life. The one small difference in Gray Cortese? His artistic eye; it was unnaturally strong. He could find the smallest of flaws in anything. Once, when he was seven or eight, and they had been visiting museums, he had managed to find a small smudge on the Mona Lisa. That should have told the world right there and then. By age sixteen, he had accumulated a shockingly large collection of cameras, both digital and film, that rarely left his hands. He spent nearly every waking moment taking photographs of every kind – monochromatic, editorial shots, candid pictures, nature, artistic, bold, urban. You name it, he had done it. While his sister was the natural-born follower, Gray was the natural-born leader. In everything he did, he could easily take charge. People simply looked to him calming gaze for some sort of direction, a bit of advice. Like he was everyone’s slutty little Yoda, or something.

With an unusual mindset, it was no wonder that Gray had a difficult time in high school. No matter where he went, he didn’t fit in quite well enough. His puzzle piece was different from everyone else’s. He wasn’t classy enough for them; wasn’t brash enough for that clique; too loud for the meek loners; too quiet for the actors. That was the thing about this particular Cortese: he just never seemed to fit in anywhere. He wasn’t quiet and submissive, but he wasn’t loud and aggressive, either. He wasn’t creative enough to be an artist, but he wasn’t spineless enough to be a set painter. He was a photographer all and above it. He made his mark with a “flickr” page. A small little photo stream on a worldwide picture supporter, rather like “photobucket”. Here, he posted every photograph he ever took. He had nature shots, scenic shots, even a few collections of city captures. However, his passion was truly tested when he helped his sister when a photographer was needed for this photoshoot or that magazine ad. The name Cortese was trusted enough to know he would do a decent job.

And so it was.

At the age of twenty-two, Gray has been living in Valkyrie for the past eighteen months, just like his parents. Studying photography and photo journalism at Valkyrie University, his photograph collection has just started to get noticed among the citizens of the coastal town. Never one for the spotlight, this Cortese lets his parents take all the credit for the amazing talent that is their artistic son. A rather blank canvas, he just needs to find his place here.


( the characteristics )
- cut from a different pie.
- unique in many ways.
- both a lover and a fighter.
- described as a “blank canvas.”
- extremely artistic.
- trustworthy.
- prefers to stand in the background. Hates the spotlight.
- dislikes physical affection.
- is quite the drinker.
- adapts easily to his surroundings.
- good at putting on an image ( isn’t really that nice of a guy. )
- takes advantage of others when he can.
- loves fashion photography.
- dislikes children.
- has no sense of direction.
- confident in himself, almost cocky.
- a natural Han Solo.
- with a Yoda thrown in there.
- extremely wise.
- an “old soul.”
- likes the underground scene more than the mainstream.
- blunt about his opinions.
- a really big jerk to those who give him the chance.
- a double-crosser above all else.

( their story ) As much as I wish I could say that Indiana Cortese had a unique upbringing, I would be lying. You see, Quinton and Naomi Cortese were anything but extraordinary. No travelling road show of a home. No fighting and arguments. No abuse. No insane work schedules. No nannies. No curfews. No limited credit cards. Nothing. They had, by Valkyrie standards, a beautiful home with perfectly raised children in a perfectly balanced household - some boundaries, but not too many; punishments as long as the crime was deserving; freedom to a certain extent; groundings, social lives, everything went with the Cortese family. The aging fashion model and fashion designer were, what they liked to consider themselves as, good parents. And with good parenting came true understanding of your offspring, did it not? See, when they moved to California some eighteen months ago, in mid-2005, they did their research on how the other Valk-residing parents were raising their children. Some had too short of a leash on their children, others didn’t have any leashes. What was that? If you were either one, you could be called unique, out of the norm. Deviant, even.

But they weren’t like that, never had been, and never would be.

It really was a classic fairy tale for the ages. During his twenties and thirties, Quinton Cortese was a small-time European designer who made a comfortable living. He had a small following, but a loyal one. His designs reached to mid-level fashion shows all over Europe and the United Kingdom. His two Paris-based retail boutiques had both quality and quantity; people took notice of his fair amount of talent and good-natured success. He had never been, however, an overly ambitious man. Even during his time at the London School of Design, he had never felt that fiery thirst running through his veins like the great ones did – Giorgio Armani, Ralph Lauren, Michael Kors. Naomi Walker, on the other hand, was on the other side of success. She had been born and raised in Milan before moving to Paris shortly after her nineteenth birthday to pursue her modeling career. During that time, in the 1970s and 1980s, there was a different trend on the catwalks than what is common today. The models were slightly larger, fitting into sizes four and six, not zero and two. They had bright eyes and sweet smiles. Naomi, on the other hand, stood at a solid six feet with bones protruding from her clavicle region. Her angular face and intense stare turned many of the big-name designer off the moment the flipped open her look-book. As a struggling editorial model, she really did have to take what she could get. And what should she get but an interested smile by modestly successful French designer Quinton Cortese. He was known around Paris for his structural designs and unusual models. She happened to be both structural and unusual. After five solid years of struggling for a steady income, Naomi was soon signed to the modeling agency “FI”, which did the majority of its work with Quinton. It was just the beginning of their happy ending, though.

After two solid years of modeling for Quinton, the sparks began to fly between designer and model. It was so common for people in the fashion industry to be catty and promiscuous. It was uncommon for people like Naomi and Quinton to make it in the fashion industry, remember. They were B-list at best, but seemed rather satisfied with the bit of success they had made together. He made a comfortable living with a modest reputation and loyal following. She was the frontline model for a humble little design company. What should happen next in the fairy tale? Sparks turn into a relationship and a relationship turns into a happy, stable marriage. Which is exactly what it did.

On November 13th, 1984, just months after Naomi had turned into Mrs. Quinton Cortese, she gave birth to their first child, Gray Dominic. They raised their child to be exactly as they had been – grateful for what he had, but aware of what needed to be done for succession. Some years later, on February 27th, 1989, the second Cortese child was born into the world. On a sunny afternoon in central Paris, France, Quinton and Naomi Cortese completed the family they had always wanted. With his design work and her mildly halted modeling career bringing in a handsome income, they quickly learned to live with more than they ever had before. For the first time since both of their careers began, they could purchase a larger house – several in fact, three vacation homes plus their California mansion around the world. They could drive foreign sports cars. They could support their children in a stable environment without ever having to seriously consider bankruptcy. And all because of good, honest hard work. See? It does pay off sometimes.

Shortly after Indiana’s sixteenth birthday, another chance of a lifetime knocked on their humble little door. An American clothing chain had taken notice of the talented designer and offered him a position to design a clothing line for a small boutique in a small town just outside of Los Angeles which would, according to them, bring in more tourists and get him noticed. Sounds good. Ecstatic with this news, Quinton quickly hired several more staff members to run his shops in Paris, as well as assist him in his European lines, and moved his wife and son to Valkyrie, California ( see Indiana for farther information. ) Not so bad, is it?

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sooo, I totally stole this entire amazingly sexy format from clare. She said I could. So I credit her completely. XD I was like, half-dead when i originally typed this out, so creds to anna for catching my Han Solo-Yoda mistake. XD but I do need opinions and feedback and plot devices for these two little fashionistas, v-side. (:
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[Haley Summers]

oo yay new asia chars!!
fashion-based ones too, that calls out for Haley plotting
Oh and I will give opinions on both, then plot ideas.

Indiana Noelle Cortese ,
Not a big lauren conrad fan, got to admit but Indiana is basically incredibly amazingly awesomeness personified. Plus Lauren has like a million pics where she's rushing around on her cell so it's perfect. and LOL I love the image of the big time person walking down the street with 1245u834893 assistants buzzing around... and yeah, I meant for that 'U' to be in there to.. umm... demonstrate the Ultimate large exaggerated number....? Anyways, I love the humbled but respectable start with her parents and everything, I love that it was just her calling from childhood, I love that fashion's in the whole family and most of all... I LOVE her name. I can't believe I hadn't snatched that one up yet, god it's so pretty. So naming a future daughter, if I have one, Indiana.

Gray Dominic Cortese ,
MISHA!!!! you don't even know.... Castiel isn't the sexy angel beast, okay... well he is, but who is more? Misha Collins. *nods* that's right bitches. I haven't had a celebrity that I was so rawly and sexually attracted to since Diego Luna, and we ALL know how Anna feels about her Diego. But away from appearance, lets get to the soul!
I love that he's sort of the Dark Horse in the family and yet still a pride of the family. I love how self-contradicting he is. I love how he's nothing like Hans Solo apart from the cocky-ness {yeah I'm a star wars nerd so I'll be riding you for that little mislead analogy for awhile, not really... } Anyways, yeah I think he's great. Love the whole smudge on the Mona Lisa thing, like his eye sees every imperfection.

Plot/Ship Ideas ,

Okay so you already mentioned we should plot these two and Haley, and it's fairly obvious for me why, lol. Plus my brain had an amazing aneurism of spewing excitement when reading about the two... if that's possible.
ALL IS OPTIONAL< NOT THOUGHT OUT WELL AND CAME TO ME AS I READ SO SORRY IF IT"S SUCKY
Anyways, I did have a bit of an idea because they are awesome enough that my brain neurons actually fired up. I think that Sirena(Demon) Summers and Haley Summers and Daddy Summers, who has a name I forget, should have known the Cortese family for awhile. Like Haley and the fam, thanks to Sirena were always big in the fashion world. Sirena being one of those with assistants buzzing around all the time. Anyways, Haley spent like every summer in Paris, her dad always somewhere being a lawyer and her mom always looking at new designers, giving a "yay" or "ney" etc, Haley hung out with the Corteses' a lot. This is back when she's chubby remember. She and Indiana were friends, like good friends with a shared love for fashion, although haley was always a bit resentful because Indiana is like her mom's ideal daughter, blonde, thin, dedicated, etc. Anyways, but still they were good friends((I'm assuming their about the same age, like 17)). But when Haley started rebelling more and Indiana became more busy getting into the Biz, they lost touch a bit and the last time Indiana saw Haley, she was a chubber. Yeah she had heard haley lost the weight and seen maybe a picture of haley with her mom or something but she hasn't seen it in person.
Anyways, when Indiana comes to VA to finish schooling, Haley and her click again, but there could be conflict maybe when Haley starts her own line, because her mother is outwardly speaking against her now disowned daughter Haley, and her mom's so big and fashion magazine editor and Indiana's so ambitious that could cause some issues, idk! lol anyways. Onto the second half of the siblings relations with haley.

Now, hanging out with that family each summer during childhood, Haley and Gray of course met too. But they didn't get along. I was thinking maybe Gray and her bothered eachother and, if it's okay, Gray was a bit of a bitch to Hales. Like he, intentionally or not, always made her feel like shit about her weight. I mean, if he has an eye to spot small imperfections, the fat girl was sort of one large walking one right? Anyways, like he could just have made a few comments or something when she was around and she would of course be a bitch back, she was always stubborn after all. So yeah, neither liked each other. He was, to her, a shallow prick, pretty, but still a prick ((cause look at him *sigh*)) And she was, to him, a fat bitch to put it plainly. And when he moved to VA 18 months ago, he and her bumped into each other, and this would have been the first time he had seen the weight loss, he did recognize her though, eye for detail and Anne H. has pretty distinct eyes and facial features even if she gained 100lbs. But hey by then she was the school princess fashionista with the porsches and designer clothes who wouldn't have thought much of him, being kinda weird, even if they hadn't been childhood enemies. So they avoided eachother like the plaque.
For Haley, when he was out of sight, he was out of mind, same with Gray, out of sight, out of mind. While Haley hardly noticed him around town though, he saw her more ((no he didn't stalk her)) but like he paid detailed attention to her when she was around. Like if she walked past a window his eyes followed her and although it wasn't really conscious, he kind of knew details to any routine Haley had, and his ears pay attention when her names mentioned so he knows about the fall from grace, the freddy sextape. While she sort of forgot he was around, her mind busy else where, unless she saw him and then she would gulp back a sore throat and turn the other way because he just reminds her of how ugly she was? And then like, when she is getting a line together, she could ask Indiana or someone if they knew of a talented photographer she might get for cheaper than usual (because by then she's disowned and poor) and much to her disappointment, the only one around in Gray, so she has to go and offer him the position. So they have to like work together, maybe little power stuggles for direction of a shoot. Or his sometimes lingering stare creeps her out lol. Idk again, all just ideas.
No commitment, I just want to plot these two.

FINALLY
We're having a Mark/Gray relation too somehow. Mark is a science man, so that would clash to Gray's more artsey soul. But both are crasser and very smart. But we must do something because these::



...are awesomely awesome. For some reason I can actually see them as friends. Not so much friends as enemies who get a kick out of each other and can sometimes hang out without thinking much of it, and although they say there's no loyalities there is a point where they would feel betrayed if someone stepped over? or something. lol. *shruggs* and now because of all the Supernatural I've been watching and that middle icon I kinda want Gray to just pop in and out of Mark's life randomly.... Dean and Castiel are epic win.

And now I'm done! finally right? XP Sorry if I sound far to desperate and over-excited

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My brain not working? HAHAHA, no insane laughter necessary. So, seriously, this is stupid. I was originally conflicted for GC or Lauren for my face for Blair, but I decided on Lauren for the time being. I’m not sure why, she just fit more with the image I’m trying to give for her. Mind you, I’m not even sure my Polish kids are getting made. xD So anyway, this girl popped right into my head literally half an hour ago. History, personality…everything, And I don’t do something now, I’ll kill myself in a few days. Too many girls, I know…go away.
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River Leighton Hadley ,

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her name is subject to change, let me say that first. I’ll just be calling her River for now. (: but I’ll have a poll somewhere below.

( her story ) I think we all know by now that the Hadley siblings of Valkyrie, California have had something of a dramatic past. Hayden and Dallas James, anyone know them? Well you should. The town’s quirky filmmaker turned angry blogger, and the drag-racing slut who is the world’s worst brother? I’m sure you’ve seen them around town. Now, they grew up in a religious cult just outside of Princeton, New Jersey. The rebellious siblings have an array of half-siblings, seeing as both of their parents parented other children during their time with the First Sun Church. No one wanted a repeat of what DJ and Hayden had turned into, so the Big Guy In Charge denied any further cross-contamination with the Hadley genes. Only going outside of the gene pool for them. However, every family needs more than that, right? Not every person in the world with the surname of Hadley lived in New Jersey, you know. Quite on the contrary, the rest of that bloodline was about as religious as a dead rat. Absolutely not at all. How this happened, no one ever really found out. No one ever really cared.

Simon Hadley and his wife, Nancy, were extended relatives of Ross Hadley, who had married his then-wife, Julia. In short, Simon and Ross had grown up with one another under the same roof in a little town just north of Minneapolis, Minnesota. Cliché, I know. Growing up in Minnesota – who wants that? While Ross had always flirted with the more religious side of life, Simon was the only Hadley sibling of that current generation to discourage himself from even picking up an old copy of the bible. Where was the fun in life if everything was controlled by some big guy upstairs that probably didn’t even exist? People made fools of themselves, praying every night. Even if God did exist, did they honestly expect for him to hear the petty begging from a lowly human being in the middle of no where America? I sure as hell don’t. Just imagine it – clouds everywhere, very Care Bears. Or even those commercials for cream cheese with that angel and her butler, Albert. Or is he her personal trainer? Cook? Maid? Whatever, that guy. Now imagine an image of an old guy with a big long beard ( think Santa Clause ) in a long white robe, probably wearing Grecian style sandals, sitting behind a desk. He’d have countless filing cabinets surrounding him, and a phone always beating on multiple lines for all the people who were praying to him. Seems more like an overworked accountant to me – definitely not some guy to put everything you have in. I’ll save that for the race track.

Needless to say, Simon Hadley did not grow up like the rest of his family. Fucking religious freaks. In fact, he abandoned that household as soon as the law would allow. He honestly didn’t care if his future was screwed because of it – that place was suffocating him. I mean, look at what eventually happened to golden boy Ross – arrested and charged. Yeah, the real American dream there. Somehow, however, Simon managed to complete high school while living on his own, including working full-time. At the ripe young age of eighteen, he was accepted into the police program in a small college just outside of Detroit, Michigan. There he met his future wife-to-be, Nancy. As a completely self-sufficient young man, it was obvious that Simon had a very bright future ahead of him. He had proven early on that he could take care of himself, and that he showed positive potential for saving other people’s lives. He didn’t want people growing up in stupid situations like he had. See, when he had left home at young sixteen, his parents had began to talk about this stupid First Sun Church group. He did his research, had read the newspaper. He wasn’t stupid. At twenty-three, both he and Nancy graduated at the very tops of their class, and soon entered into the work force as ambitious police officers with promising futures.

Fast forward twelve or so years.

Soon after Simon had graduated, he proposed to his girlfriend of three years, Nancy Caridee. Now, after twelve years of marriage, it was high time for their life to change a little bit. Both had been loyal officers to Detroit’s police department, but everyone needs to move on eventually. Besides, a new wave of young cops were coming to take their places. At the age of thirty-five, Simon Hadley accepted a position working for the gang unit in, you guessed it, the City of Angels. The LAPD. Every police officer’s dream, right? NYPD, LVPD or LAPD – that’s where it was at. After a hasty move to LA, Nancy fell for the one thing that would put her new career as a narcotics detective – she was pregnant. And nine long months later, out popped little River Hadley.

Growing up could not have been more different for this Hadley than it did for her cousins. No insane rules, family dinners every night, absolutely no abuse of any kind. You could say Nancy and Simon Hadley were the polar opposites from Ross and Julia, in every way possible. For one, they stopped right after River was born. They only wanted one child, anyways. As a born and raised LA native, River grew up quickly. Early in her life, she realized there was no such thing as unicorns and apple pie – evil people existed everywhere, no matter how much she wished they wouldn’t. Nothing was easy, especially for the daughter of two law enforcement slaves. As a result, much of her life was spent at the police station. She grew up calling the officers of the gang and narcotic units ‘aunt this’ and ‘uncle that’. With no other family to speak of, the Hadley’s considered the law enforcement of Los Angeles their family. Family didn’t end with blood, remember.

Now, at age eighteen, the time had finally come for another change. We can all stay the same forever, now can we? At this point, after thirty odd years of marriage, both Nancy and Simon needed a change of some sort. Their daughter had grown up as a police officer’s daughter, and that was no way to stay. The way she had become so negative and tainted, there needed to be some sort of balance in her life before she went off the deep-end. An easy agreement? A trial separation. Married but not, together but not. The arguments and fights between the now murder detective and head of LA’s gang unit were becoming more heated by the day – and they only had one thing keeping them quiet: their daughter. More than anything, the Hadley’s wanted their only child to be happy and functional. They definitely didn’t want her becoming a messed-up cop like they had slowly become. Nancy would move with River to the close-by town of Valkyrie, where she would finish her final year of high school, and Nancy would be one of the general detectives for the Valkyrie Police Department.

That was in November of 2006. It’s now April of 2007. Truth be told, River hadn’t easily adapted to life in Valkyrie. Quite on the contrary, she hated it. Hated everything this petty town was about, and rarely let others forget this. Her marks were definitely not what her parents had hoped they were. Her social life was non-existent….what did she like, anyways? Helping people. That’s it. All she liked to do was help people in their tragic times of need. Not ‘boyfriend dumped me’ troubles, but other kinds. Troubles with the law, stress with school – all of it. She was one of the few people in Valkyrie who were completely unobjective when it came to situations such as these. However, the only problem was that she seemed to pretend it was a problem. Helped but didn’t let on. Insulted those she secretly liked. The whole nine-yards of being the anti-hero, isn’t it?

( the characteristics )
-the definition of the antihero.
-extremely intelligent.
-daddy’s little girl.
-non-judgemental.
-very tolerant.
-against drugs, but not alcohol and sex.
-likes to flirt with danger.
-trained in weaponry and physical fighting.
-basically raised by the police force.
-anti-religion.
-very un “PC” ( politically correct.)
-lets her mouth run off.
-likes to argue.
-more uptight than she needs to be.
-never lets anyone in on her plans.
-a thinker, not a talker.
-a natural leader.
-takes control easily.
-a big tomboy ( video games, sports, that sort of thing )
-wants to live on her own.
-very independent.
-lurks in the shadows.
-listens when she probably shouldn’t be.

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( her name ) so, Anna gave me the idea of making her a Hadley. So huge kudos for her to that. But I’m lost as of what kind of a name to give this girl. I was thinking something unusual and offbeat. Like a weird name, or a surname turned into a first name. So, at the moment, this is what I can think of:

-River.
-Leighton.
-Blythe.
-Raleigh.
-Jenner.
-Peyton.
-Aurora.
-Harlow.
-Caruso.
-Dawn.
-and anything else I forgot. They’re weird names, I know.
What I was going for.

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sooo, I totally stole this entire amazingly sexy format from clare. She said I could. So I credit her completely. XD Yeah…this is a huge, incoherent mess, isn’t it? Great. Just great. Is she lame? A stroke of genius? Plottable? Not? Opinions, kthx, v-side.<33 I know I an count on your guys on whether to make her or not. Oh! And if she is, plot suggestions would make my life complete.
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