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VICE ACADEMY
like a scary movie without the remote to pause or stop

OOC
name, CHRISSY!
age, fifteen
gender, female
other charries, not as of now
experience, about four years
other info, I'm secretly an internet serial killer.....<333

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CHARACTER
name, Leighton(LEE-ton) Ronald Marcelino
age + grade, seventeen, Junior
gender, male
sexuality, confused
epithet, Desperation
place of birth, Los Angelus, California

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style, Leigh normally wears whatever he can pull out of his closet that morning. He isn’t very picky about it. A simple shirt and jeans along with a hoodie will do. Most of his shirts are brighter colored with band names on them, or jsut little designs. He also likes just plain T-shirts. Almost ever pair of his pants in his closet is tight and dark, besides the occasional pair of dress pants. He also favors his stud belts, pink, green, blue, rainbow. Leigh can get dressed for the day in 15 minutes, he doesn’t worry to much on his clothes.
permanent inkage, Leighton has a tattoo around his neck that says ‘Seize Fate by the Throat’ , the only other tattoo Leigh has is the word ‘love’ on his right wrist. He doesn’t have any peircings.
shades of black and blue, Leighton has a scar on his right leg from falling down the stairs when he was four. He has a bruise on his left upper arm from where he got decked with a baseball. He has alot of scars from where he had hurt himself during his depression.

you look,
Leigh has naturally pale skin. He doesn’t tan, and doesn’t spend a ton of time in the sun, so his skin stays very white. His skin is a cream colored and looks so soft, which it is. He has hazel brown eyes that give off a hint of wonder and almost always looked scared or worried, which he usually is. He has a big slopped nose, He doesn’t care for it much because he feels it is taking over his face but it works for him, most people find it cute, most-not Leigh though. Leigh also has thick, Italian eyebrows and pale plush lips.

Leighton number uno obsession has to be his hair. He cares more about that then almost anything He takes better care of his hair then he does of his room or anything else in his life. These days Leigh could care less about anything around him, but he really likes his hair, since it was about the only thing he cared about in foster, his foster parents didn’t make him cut it. His hair is naturally brown, he isn‘t one for dying his hair, he feels natural is better then anything else. Old people think he needs to cut it but he doesn’t care much what other’s think about him.

Leighton is a small guy, he always had been because he was a premature baby, and even though some preemie babies grow healthy, Leigh never did . His height is no more then 5’5 He was always a short kid and people even made fun of him for that sometimes, other made fun of his mental problems. He weighs more then he looks though, looks can be very deceiving. For being a bit on the short side you would think he was super skinny, but he has some meat on is bones. He weighs a bit over 140lbs and that might be because he eats a lot. Eating helps him feel better, he tries to eat instead of hurting himself, but he doesn't struggle with binge eating or Bulimia because of therapy and medicine he was put on when he was seven.

Leigh is always seen wearing a silver ring around his neck on a chain, it was given to him when he was five from his mom on his birthday, Leigh didn’t understand what the importance of this ring was, it wasn’t the wedding ring she wore everyday nor was it a family ring passed down from generation to generation, plus Amery didn’t get one…so why did he have it. He wore it despite the fact that he didn’t know why, and his mom didn’t tell him. He found out, however after his moms death, that Will wasn’t his real father, and the ring was a gift to his mom from him. He only wears the ring because he had met his real dad when he was twelve and he really liked him, and the ring was kind of a memory of his mom and a gift from his real dad.

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likes, thunderstorms, old fashion cars, photography, classic rock, acoustic guitar, reading, writing, dogs, the beach, nature, being alone, comic books, school, eskimo kisses, cuddling, autumn, orginization, veggies
dislikes, being on boats, birds, humid weather, anxiety, panic attacks, counting, clutter, blood, gore, small spaces, being sick, bullies, death, arguing, math, judgemental people, bee's, animal abuse, meat
fears, death, getting hurt during a panic attack, loosing his sister
personality,
Leighton is very quiet, ever since his mother’s death, talking wasn’t something Leigh did a lot of, his sister and foster parents tried getting him to go to a therapist, but that got him no where. They tired getting him involved in sports and clubs, maybe to socialize him a bit, but he still didn’t talk much. The most he said was ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ he still had manors even if he was silent. As he got older he began talking a bit more, but really only to his sister. He really only talk to people who show to him that their true friends, some just use and abuse him, other’s just enjoy picking on him. For him to really talk to you, he has to know you’ll be a real friend to him, since he doesn’t have many of those.

Leigh is a very scared, worried guy. Just by looking at him you could see in his eyes that he’s scared, he never really looks angry or happy or excited, just scared. He pretty much gives off a sense of fear. Leigh is easily scared, he’s very jumpy most of the time and stutters a lot when he speaks. He has anxiety disorder so he’s constantly worrying about nothing, the littlest things make him paranoid. He also has Panic Attacks, which he pretty much got from the anxiety problems and the attacks don’t help his fear and worry at all. He never knows when their going to happen so just the smallest twinge in his gut or the slightest head ache makes him fear for the worst.

He isn’t angered very easily, Leigh has a very high boiling point that most can’t reach to. He was never a angry person and many were surprised. Usually after traumatic events like what Leigh went through, many have attitude problems, they can’t control their tempers and usually turn into such rebels because they don’t want to be bothered with reality. While it’s true Leigh doesn’t want to be bothered with the real world, he’s never really yelled at anyone. If he had the chance though he’d yell at his ‘father’ for killing his mom, but luckily he’ll never have to see him again. Leigh doesn’t like being outside his comfort zone, and that zone isn’t a very big area. Everything outside the realm of comfort is strange and unfamiliar and much too much for Leigh to handle and any given moment. The more his foster parents tried to socialize him in the world, the more quiet and secluded Leigh came. The more people, like his foster parents, or his therapist or even some friends, tried to get into his business, the more he pushed away. He likes to keep to himself, if he wants to talk to you, he’ll let you know.

Leighton is defiantly submissive. He likes being over powered and loves when others take control, mostly because he can‘t handle being in control of anyone other then himself. He loves when others know what to do and do it, as long as it’s okay with Leigh first. He doesn’t like really aggressive people and he’s defiantly not aggressive himself. He won’t go out of his way to do anything for himself or for others, unless that person is really special to him. Leigh likes being held and cuddled and kissed on, because if you can get past the scared and frightened exterior, you’ll see theirs a really sweet guy in there. Leigh’s just hoping someone will see that.

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family,
FATHER William Marcelino, fourty-four, prison for life
MOTHER Veronique Marcelino, deceased

SISTER Amery Marcelino, nineteen, attending college in Nevada

REAL FATHER Anthony Barnes, fourty-two, living in LA
FOSTER MOM Laura Thompson, fourty-eight, retired teacher
FOSTER DAD Jeffery Thompson, fifty-one, retired college professor
FOSTER BROTHER Benjamin Delver, seventeen, junior in high school
FOSTER SISTER Becca Tate, ten, fourth grade

flashback,
“Come on Leigh we have to get home, it’s almost dinner time” Amery called from the monkey bars as she jumped down onto the wood chips and brushed off her bright pink shirt and jeans.
“I’m coming” Leighton said as the young eleven year old strolled over from the swings to his sister. Amery and Leigh walked home together, which was only about five minutes from home. When they got to their house though, the usual arguing was not heard in their house, instead the two kids hard screams of terror. The two hurried into the house to see what was going on. Amery tugged at Leighton’ shirt, pulling him away from the kitchen door and back on his butt so the two weren’t seen. They still had no idea what was going on. Leighton and Amery peaked around the corner, there in the kitchen was their mother holding her blood covered upper arm and their father pointing a gun at her.
“William stop this now! Your acting crazy!” screamed Veronique.
“I’m acting crazy?! You have nerve bitch considering I’m the one with the gun!” He screamed back.
“I’m sorry Will, really I’m so sorry, but I’ve been so unhappy all these years! We are only fucking married because you got me pregnant when I was drunk you douche!” She yelled at him. Leighton wanted to do something but Amery held on tight to his shirt so he couldn’t move.
“I loved you Veronique, I always have and you’ve been so ungrateful! And now I find out you were sleeping around behind my back and that Leighton isn’t even mine!” Leigh could hear Amery’s soft whimpers and sniffles, she was crying.
“I never loved you Will, I’m only married to you for the kids! But now their old enough and I can leave, I’m taking them with me!” She said, a bit of strength in her voice. William chuckled like a mad scientist would if someone tried to disprove his crazy off the chart facts.
“Your not taking them anywhere, and if I can’t have you Veronique, no one can!” With that and an ‘I love You’ a final gun shot was fired at Veronique, she fell back and collapsed on the tile floor dead. Amery screamed out in terror, but Leighton couldn’t move, his eyes were fixed on his mother, a bullet wound through her head and her lovely blonde hair coated in her own blood. Police Siren’s were heard outside the house, Leigh was pulled away from the kitchen by a large man who brought him outside the house, and that was when he knew things were never going to be the same.

your story,
Leighton Ronald Marcelino was born to Veronique Chase, a famous actress, and William Marcelino, a well known movie director. The two met on the set of a movie Will was directing and Veronique was staring in. William fell head over heals for her the second he met her but it took Veronique awhile to warm up to him, and even when they did become close, she had many doubts about this guy. One night the two of them were out with a few others from the set of the movie and were having a few drinks. Veronique had a few too many and wound up getting dead ass drunk. William took advantage of her that night and ended up ruining her movie career for her. She found out she was pregnant a couple weeks later and wanted to kill William, but he wanted to be the better man and take responsibility. He wanted to marry Veronique, and as much as she despised the slime ball for what he did, she no longer had a career and she needed some good money for her child. So she married him and the two moved into William’s mansion in Los Angelus where he was shooting a new movie. Nine months later Veronique gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Amery, bright blue eyes like her dad and platinum blonde hair like her mother.

About two years later Veronique was pregnant again, William was so happy to know he was going to have another baby, Veronique was not. This baby ended up being more complicated then Amery had been. Leighton Ronald Marcelino was born almost a month premature. He was born with light brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. William was confused, neither one of them had brown hair nor did they had hazel eyes, why was he so different. Leighton was kept in the hospital for about a month until he was well enough to go home. William continued questioning why Leighton was so much different then the rest of them, but Veronique said nothing. As Leighton grew up, it was obvious he was different then most. His first grade teacher told his parents about he troubles he had in class, he couldn’t control the volume of his voice most days and he didn’t even realize it. He almost always was tripping over something or running into something, He couldn’t stay focused on one person. As he was learning to count teacher’s realized he repeated numbers over and over again Leighton never realized. He would button his coat, then un button it and re button it again, over and over. Leighton’s second grade teacher suggested his parents take him to see a doctor.

Leighton was diagnosed with Asperger’s Disorder. The essential features of Asperger's disorder are severe social interaction impairment and restricted, repetitive patterns of behavior and activities. It is similar to autism, but children with Asperger's do not have the same difficulties in acquiring language that children with autism have. This was probably a effect from the premature birth, he hadn’t been developed and when he was born too early, something never fully finished. Leigh didn’t seem to grow out of it like Veronique and Will had hoped. He went through all of elementary school repeating himself whether it be talking or counting or doing anything.

When Leighton was in 5th grade his parents were arguing a lot, his mom was constantly yelling at his dad for ruining her career and her life, his dad would yell right back at her that she was a slut. Amery would usually take Leighton out to the park or something, away from the fighting because it was never good for him to be around, but one day was different. The two were coming back from the park, and in their house they could hear screaming. Not the normal arguing screaming they usually heard but real deathly screams of agony. Amery and Leigh ran into the house quickly to see their mom and dad in the kitchen, their dad holding a gun and their moms upper arm bleeding where a bullet must have penetrated. Apparently Veronique had slept with another man after Amery was born, Leigh wasn’t Will’s baby, it was some man she had met at a bar. Leigh and Amery were frozen in fear, Will had always had anger problems and now was the worst, he learned his little boy wasn’t his. And only moments later, another gun shot was launched at their mother, square in the chest. Amery was crying, Will was crying, Leighton wasn’t, his whole body had shut down. Police sirens were outside his house and everything after that was a blur, police men were running around him, one picked him up and brought him outside while others took his dad in the opposite direction. He remembered seeing his moms figure under the white sheet and he remembered Amery with him the whole time.

Leighton didn’t talk for almost two weeks after that, him and Amery were put up for adoption and were taken in by a lovely older women and her husband, along with two other adopted kids, one was Leighton’s age and another was only about four years old. He was sent to therapy, but he never talked, finally when he didn’t speak, isn’t wasn’t much. He didn’t want to talk about his feelings, he didn’t want to talk to anyone really. He separated himself from his friends at school, he pulled away from his foster parents an even from his sister. Only once did he ever break down crying, he just cried and cried all night until he was sick from crying so much, but he never did cry about it ever again. Leighton was in 8th grade when he began having panic attacks, he didn’t know hat they were at first but the doctor said it was probably associated with the death of his mother. These attacks weren’t curable and usually happened at the oddest times. Leighton has pretty much learned to live with them and as much has he wants to control them, he can’t. He is constantly fearing when their going to happen, making him a very scared and worried child almost all the time. This also contributed to his anxiety problems.

Leighton was in his freshman year when he began having problems with self damage and depression. He was cutting out of depression, not understanding why everything was the way it was. He cut his legs and upper arms so it wasn’t as obvious, but his sister figured it out. He was forced to stop cutting so he found other ways to hurt himself. This was the time where he welcomed Panic attacks, he enjoyed the feeling of having no control, and if it left him with a bruise, then so be it. Now however, he’s even more fearful of them then he should be because of how he treated them when he was younger. He itched his skin a lot causing rashes and deep red streaks everywhere that didn’t go away easily, only scarred his once flawless skin. He was sent to Therapy again once his sister and Foster parents discovered what was going on. He found other ways to handle his feelings and was out of his depression by sophomore year.

Leighton was sixteen when his foster parents sat him down and told him about Vice Academy. They felt the change of schools to one more ‘appropriate’ for him might be best for him. They hoped by sending him to Vice he would open up more, maybe make some friends and maybe be more of a normal kid. Leigh wasn’t sure how well that was going to work but he didn’t argue, even if Amery did. He didn’t care much where he was sent, as much as he wished he didn’t let people control his life so much, he did and he still does.

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rp sample,
That kiss had been the best kiss ever. No joke, Gabe felt his toes tingling because the kiss felt so good. Gabe never thought he would be sitting here right now kissing his best friend, the guy he had been crushing on for what felt like ever. Quinn had everything that was perfect in a person and Gabe loved it. The first kiss hadn’t been much but it meant so much to Gabe and he hoped it meant a lot to Quinn too. He didn’t seem to hate the kiss, actually he had said he didn’t hate it! So now all Gabe wanted to do was kiss him again and again. Would each kiss be as amazing as the first? Probably because just being around Quinn made him giggle and speed up his heart rate. So kissing him made him even more happy and nervous at the same time. His heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest, he could hear it in his ears, going wild. Gabe wanted another kiss, and it seemed Quinn did too for he leaned in and kissed him again.

This second kiss was both passionate and arousing, Gabe felt himself becoming more and more aroused with each move of is tongue against Quinn’s. The way Quinn was grabbing at his shirt in an almost desperate manor was making him hard. He was being pulled closer and all Gabe could think to do was kiss Quinn back with equal passion and hold onto him as well. His hands held around Quinn’s neck as their bodies pushed together. Gabe didn’t want to break the kiss, it felt to amazing and made his heart beat even faster. Quinn liked him? He really did? That made Gab want to squeal with happiness and kiss just kiss Quinn forever which he would if he could. So he was better then a Slytherin girl? Gabe hopes so because Quinn was better then everyone around put together. He was the best part of his life, not just as his best friend but as his crush too! No one ever could replace Quinn in his life and he really just wanted to be next to him for as long as he could be. Gabe really wanted to be this guys boyfriend, he wanted to kiss him in public and hold his hand to class, just so everyone could gasp and be jealous. Who wouldn’t be jealous, Quinn was perfect and amazing in everyway. If Gabe would have seen Quinn with anyone else he would have been jealous. But he wanted Quinn to be his, no one else’s, he wanted to be the one to kiss him all the time, no one else.

i could never hate you, babe. fact is, i've had feelings for you for a very long time, gabe. Gabe smiled after Quinn kissed him quickly, this kiss was shorter then the others but wasn’t any less special.
“Really? Well…I’ve have feelings for you too, for a super long time” Gabe blushed softly and smiled sweetly. He liked being able to tell Quinn how he felt, and now Quinn knew his secret, but it felt good to know that Quinn liked him too. Then their lips came together again in their fourth kiss, this on was defiantly the best so far. Gabe’s hands snaked from around Quinn’s neck and as their lips moved together perfectly, His hands crept gently down Quinn’s chest. Every time Quinn’s hands moved down, Gabe’s did too. He couldn’t control the soft gasping moan that came from his throat when he felt Quinn’s hands on his bare stomach. Just that gentle touch made his back arch slightly off the ground and his own hands slowly slipped under Quinn’s shirt. He was very hard right now, he was so aroused it was painful. He hands ran up Quinn’s bare chest, then down again, rubbing the area above the waist of his pants then to his sides where his hands gripped Quinn’s bare soft skinned sides gently.

They pulled away only a bit, their faces still so close to each others. i've never been so happy. you make me feel so alive, Gabe smiled and kissed the tip of Quinn’s nose.
“I’ve never been happier either, you are just so amazing” Gabe’s hands rubbed his sides softly. gabe, you're so perfect. i want to keep you forever. Gabe’s cheeks flushed pink again, he liked the sound of being with Quinn forever, true thy were still young and most would laugh at them for saying it but Gabe didn’t care. Quinn was so important in his life, Gabe had never been treated better by anyone before.
“I want to be with you forever Quinn” He whispered and before he knew it their lips met again. He couldn’t get enough of Quinn, he just wanted him more and more with every kiss and touch. These were the moments Gabe had been waiting for, for a long time, Gabe never wanted this feeling to end because it made him feel like he was in utter bliss.

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