Eternal Camaraderie (Status: Open, see details inside)

Name:
Maurizio LaBrie

Age:
Twenty-three

Gender:
Male

Biography:
Born the elder of the two brothers, Maurizio much of his time at home in seclusion. As a child, with vast imagination and creativity, he was content and happy to be isolated from the others most of the time. As with his brother, Maurizio was taught to music from an early age. The first instrument he was played was cello, which progressed in an electric bass in his early teen years – though he still professes a great love for cello. Though not as known to the others of the town as his skill in music, Maurizio was an avid writer as well. Both children were labeled ‘gifted’ by certain members of the community, whether or not it true. Maurizio loathed the title as he grew older, subject to his own severe criticism of his creative talents.

Further into his teens was when he started to truly distance himself from all but a select few, and even they hardly saw him outside of school. It was then that his hair started growing out and he first started getting piecings. His musical tastes involved to be vastly different from his peers, as did his tastes for art, interesting in subjects of knowledge, and his outlooks on life in general.

Often Maurizio labeled himself as a free spirit, and would admit to being a deadbeat with none of the ambitions other kids had. He didn’t have goals for college or a good paying job. He once spoke to the high school counselor of how he would prefer to leave everything behind and become a vagabond than to be stuck in the drudgery of the contemporary “American Dream” lifestyle. The only other people he ever expressed this two were his brother, and the only true friend he had; Amelia. She, however, did have ambitions for such a life and left a week after graduation. After a week filled with the worse depression he could remember being in, Maurizio took a small bag of clothing and personal belongings, as well as one his bass guitars, and left early in the morning leaving separate notes behind for his parents and Thomas.

Maurizio didn’t have any form of technology really, aside from a few MP3 players filled with the mass amount of music from various genres he couldn’t live without. No phone, no laptop; nothing. He lost contact with his family, due to the fact he was either never in one place for too long or never left a return address on the twice-monthly letters he would send to them, always one for each person.

Name:
Quinn Murphy

Age:
20

Gender:
Female

Biography:
Quinn led a simple life as a child. She was the eldest of six in an extremely strict Irish-Catholic family. Her family was extremely poor, and they had to go without most things; however, her parents did let her have one joy in life: art. From the age of seven, Quinn took lessons in violin and piano and showed great promise. For years, she practiced and became better and better. Then came time for middle school. She used her musical talents to acquire a scholarship to a small music academy. The change of pace allowed Quinn to blossom, becoming one of the best students at the academy. Her fame stretched across states to New York, where the school of Juilliard was. She was going to make music her career, at least that is what she hoped.

However, the powers at be had a different plan for her. A car accident on a stereotypical dark and stormy night began her fall from grace. With a broken back, among other injuries, Quinn was in the hospital for six months. Once out of the hospital, she planned to go back to school, but an addiction plagued her life. She had become addicted to the pain pills that allowed her to live a normal life. Dropping out of school, she enrolled herself in a rehabilitation center. Come to find out, her addiction was not the worst of her problems. She was diagnosed with cervical cancer while in rehab. The chemotherapy ravaged her body, and almost destroyed her.

A year later, with a clean bill of health, she finds herself back in the town she had left almost a decade before. A shell of the girl she once was, and could be again, Quinn did nothing. She lived with her parents, working a minimum wage job to help her family get by. Her life consisted of nothing outside of her family. Music was no longer her life force. She could not even go to church without a spout of depression following. The simple sound of a piano would send her into a downward spiral. This is where you find her, alone, dark, and broken.

Character Name: Ella Sumter

Date of Birth: October 12th, 1987

Personality/ Biography:
Ella is quiet and reclusive, but will come out of her shell if someone strikes up a conversation with her. She doesn’t fit in well with most people, having far off ideologies that she doesn’t talk about to avoid confrontation. She’s not much into drugs or alcohol, her body rejecting most of life's 'pleasures'. She has a legitimate job at a small book store, which she loves. She is smart, and strengthens her knowledge by reading constantly. She’s a total daydreamer, spending much of her spare time writing random thoughts in an old, beaten up leather bound journal. Through commute and online courses she managed to get a bachelor's degree in anthropology; but she's still at home, and can't seem to find work that suits her. She is also protective of her younger brothers, but they are growing up and have their own ambitions, and she's starting to feel a bit useless at home.

Name:
Kiana Torrel

Age:
Twenty-three

Gender:
Female

Personality/Biography:
Kiana is a girl who doesn't really know who she is and where she stands in the world nor does she actually care. For the sake of her own sanity she just focuses on what she likes rather than others. Of course half of the reason for that is because people themselves have confused her entirely.

Genetically, Kiana is both a black and white, but she has been raised in a Caucasian society which has heavily isolated her despite her notice. At home around people like her mother (white) she found herself getting along with people more. They shared personalties and likes and dislikes she could understand, but there was always a wall to tell her that she was different. After a while romance and all things girls usually think about around the age of junior high and high school was completely dropped and she succumbed to isolation.

It was no better on her father's side of the family either. She couldn't relate to any of them. Their culture and lifestyle were completely foreign to her and the obviousness of it became harder to tolerate the more she grew into adulthood, so she built up a wall of her own of pessimism and distrust which has been strengthened even further with time.

Thanks to this wall it's hard for her to open up to people. She doesn't talk about herself unless asked and is always questioning every reason a question is asked in the first place. Actually she's constantly questioning everything and frequently suspicious of people's behavior, but despite that she's actually decently good at reading people. She views that as a bit of a curse though, saying it takes away all the mystery in life. Even with her mistrust issues though she'll be as honest as she possibly can, brutally in fact almost as if it's an internal war between her and the ability to lie.

Also, despite her troubles growing up between two cultures that inherently contradict and make fun of each other she has managed get away from it with some good things as well. She has an extremely open mind and is up for anything new, unwilling to judge until she actually gets to know it better. She likes every form of music imaginable, but is picky with them all. The same can be said for art, food, and TV. Unfortunately it also applies to her skills as well.

In high school she was very good at sports, reading and writing, drawing, music and singing, etc. It made finding something she wanted to find career wise impossible. Also she was never the best at any of these things only good enough to pass with them. Thus the feeling of accomplishment with them vanished due to her competitiveness. She likes doing all these things but in no way thinks she's good at them... just easy at picking them up. So again its just another one of the things added to her lack of capability to understand herself.