CARTWRIGHT, ARYAN NOAH

[aryan]

* aryan n. cartwright ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Aryan Noah Cartwright

NICKNAMES N/A

DATE OF BIRTH August, 21st.

AGE sixteen.

GRADE/YEAR Junior

ELEMENT Earth

SEXUALITY Homosexual

MARITAL STATUS Single

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Jakob Andersson

EYE COLOUR Brown

HAIR COLOUR Brown

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'8" & 145lbs

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Aryan has a really strong jawline, three scars running down his back from left shoulder to right hip, but it's covered up 99% of the time, so most people outside family and the school nurse don't know. Faint burn scars the shape of fingers around his nearly his entire neck. On occasion people will see a glimmer of metal embedded in his tongue. Doesn't really flash that he has his tongue pierced, but if he's talking, people will often see flashes of metal, and finally a tattoo on his bicep, 3 lines of lyrics in cursive

CLOTHING STYLE He opts for comfort rather than fashion. on certain day's you'll see this guy in a pair of skinny jeans, converse, and a t-shirt of sorts, other days he'll be in sweats. He's not terribly picky about what he wears, but if he wants to impress, he sure as hell will.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• caring
  
• respectful
  
• friendly
  
• empathic
  
• kindhearted
  
• loyal
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• stubborn
  
• can be a bit blunt
  
• skittish -when it comes to hands near his neck-
  
• TOO trusting.
  

LIKES

• nature
  
• meeting new people
  
• photography
  
• running
  
• candy
  
• swimming
  
• making plants and flowers bloom
  
• Drawing
  
• rain/thunderstorms
  
• cuddling
  
• men
  
• sex
  
• learning about his element
  
• reading a good book
  

DISLIKES

• violence
  
• woman -sexually-
  
• fire -mainly the actual element, than the people who control fire-
  
• fighting
  
• his father
  
• abuse
  
• hand near his neck
  
• math
  
• Snow
  
• Ice
  
• cold weather
  

STRENGTHS

• has strong focus
  
• making flowers bloom
  
• listening
  
• intelligent
  
• empathic towards people
  

WEAKNESSES

• handsome/adorable guys
  
• claustrophobic
  
• wears his emotions on his right sleeve
  
• nature
  

FEARS

• losing his sister
  
• hands near his neck
  
• not mastering his element
  
• never finding love -cliche, but oh so true-
  

BEST MEMORY Finding out he was an earth elemental, even if the way he found out wasn't the best of situations, he just knew it would mean he came here to this school.

WORST MEMORY Finding out his mother was dead.

LONG-TERM GOAL Master his element fall in love, find out what happened to his mother, get his sister away from their abusive father.

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Vienna Marlow Cartright, deseased.

FATHER Adam Micheal Cartwright (51), Lawyer

SIBLINGS Dorothy Cartwright (14), student.

OTHER N/A

HISTORY
Aryan Noah Cartwright was born on a gorgeous August 21st day to a Adam and Vienna Cartwright. His mother was an erotic dancer his father hooked up with one night. That night, the condom broke and she fell pregnant. For the sake of not getting nagged by his parents, he married the woman a few months before Aryan was born. Both Aryan’s father and mother kept secrets from Aryan as he grew up. Adam was a fire elemental while his mother was an earth elemental. Natural enemies, yet they were a married pair. How they stayed together until Vienna’s murder is a mystery to both sides of the family.

The young child didn’t know about his parent’s peculiar ‘powers’ as he called them when he eventually leaned of them, until he was around seven years old, and his younger sister was two and a half. Up until that time, he had a pretty basic childhood. Aryan early on was a happy, charismatic, caring individual. Almost always putting others before himself. He wasn’t spoiled in any way, shape, or form. Since his father was wealthy, he had Aryan home schooled, receiving top schooling. Despite basically growing up around nannies and teachers, he was still that happy individual. The day Aryan found out about his father’s element was when he was firing up the grill. His father preferred charcoal to gas. He saw his father light the fire under the coals to heat them up. Even though he was curious, he kept quiet because he knew his father had a temper and wouldn’t be afraid to smack him or his mother.

It was a few months later that he found out about his mother’s element. He was watching as she tended to the gardens, she made a rose bloom in a matter of seconds. He brought up the topic at dinner that night, that a few months ago he saw papa dearest light a fire with his finger, and his mother make a rose bloom in a matter of seconds. Both his parents were shell-shocked. They both had gone out of their way to not expose their son to their abilities. Vienna explained everything to Aryan, Adam adding things here and there, but he was slowly getting more and more irritated as time went on. Arayn learned of the Academy his parents graduated from years ago, that if he had an element, that he’d go to that he’d learn at the Academy.

The abuse started when Aryan was ten years old after his mother was died. Started off with a smack here or there if Aryan or Dorothy pissed their father off. What Aryan would never know was that it wasn’t murder that killed his mother, it was suicide, Vienna was couldn’t take the abuse that rained down on her when the kids weren’t watching or paying attention and ended her life. Even though she hated leaving her kids behind, she couldn’t handle it anymore. Aryan and Dorothy didn’t understand why they were getting abused, but Aryan had to stay strong, especially for his sister. His father eventually enrolled the kids into public school. Aryan made friends easily enough being the friendly kid he was. Aryan only tried half-heartedly in school mainly because he knew the things he was being taught already.

As time went on, Aryan was lucky his personality didn’t change all that much. He was a touch quiet, but that was it. He stayed strong, and took the occasional smack across the face and yelling he’d often received. But one night his father took it to far. He completely lost control of all his anger and took it out on Aryan. They were outside at he time, near the garden when Adam grabbed Aryan by the neck. The pre-teen panicked and grabbed his father’s wrists, which were nearly too hot to touch, which is the reason why he has faint burn scars around his neck. He had no idea what he did, but somehow some of the vines that were close by shot out and wrapped around his father’s arms tightly and started crawling up towards his neck. Adam, stunned, let go of his son and the minute Aryan’s arms dropped, the vines dropped to the ground, Aryan was fourteen years old when he found out that he was an earth elemental. His father immediately called the school and enrolled his son into the school.

The family moved to Maple Hallow, so Adam wouldn’t be paying tons of bills flying Aryan to and from the school to Florida. Once in Maple Hallow, Aryan started to attend the Academy. Ever since Aryan found out about his element, he’s had several outburst at the school that left him utterly freaked out because he never knew when some vine or plant would come flying towards him or someone else. Aryan settled into the Academy pretty well, learning early on about whom he should avoid and the student’s he’d more likely get along with. Aryan personally didn’t dislike the fire students; he just wasn’t too fond of the element of fire. He was very used to the temperament of a fire elemental. He still respects the alliances, he may be curious about fire students, but he knows better most the time, to stay away.

Aryan easily made friends with earth, water and wind students, he loves his friends, and he usually puts them before himself most of the time. He strives on learning; he desired to learn how to control this element he has. He’s in the middle of his junior year. No longer do stray vines come flying towards him or his friends. He loves making flowers and plants bloom, he has the proper control he should have at his grade. He’s happy, yet worried at the same time because his sister is home with his father, who still is damned hotheaded and slightly abusive.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME Laura

YOUR AGE 22

RP EXPERIENCE 4ish years

HOW'D YOU FIND US? Alyssa

SECRET WORD Correct

RP SAMPLE

He wondered. He wondered where his brothers were. Did they take the time to search for him? It was highly unlikely. Kira did not think he worth saving. He really wasn't. He though he belonged in the deepest pits of hell, that he deserved to suffer. Worthless and unlovable, that is what he was. To say the teenager was a mess was an understatement. Kira was a fucking hot mess. He knew he had something was wrong with him with his up and down moods, he hadn’t the faintest idea what the fuck it was though. He was tired of those moods. It was so difficult going through what he went through. There were days when he was… happy, talkative, yet irritable. The thing is. Kira is NEVER happy. He can’t remember the last time he was even remotely cheerful. Other days, like today, Kira wanted absolutely nothing to do with others. He was horribly depressed, and flat out suicidal and it took every single fiber of his being not to just… kill himself.

Kira looked back on the past few years. The man who tormented him kidnapped him and sold him into slavery. For the past three years, Kira has been used, abused and tossed away like garbage. He was a slave. So to be honest, Kira expected it. Each master he had, tortured him, and raped him before sending him back to the slums that was the black market. Was a horrible place, he though. But probably something he deserved, he deserved everything handed to him. Kira looked horrible. He was skinny, bruised, flushed from fever, and if it wasn’t for the raise and fall of his chest, most would think he was dead. His clothing were dirty, ratty and sticking to his skin unpleasantly as fever raged through his body.

He sighed softly, staring blankly at the wall. Since his cell was in such poor condition, there was so many different areas in his cell where he could just drag his arm against and get harmed. Not that anyone would care if he killed himself. He was tempted. He was very tempted to just end it. The world would be better off without him. It was engrained in his skull that he was a worthless person. Unlovable. He reached over to one of the jagged points and dragged his wrist across the jagged edge. Not even wincing as the sharp edge cut deep into the skin of his wrist. Kira breathed out and let his head loll to the side, pressing his feverish cheek against the cold concrete wall as he stared out his cell. Staring at absolutely nothing he moved his forearm to rest over his knee as blood streamed down his hand and dripping onto the concrete ground.

[TAYLOR THE CANADIAN]

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* accepted ,

WELCOME___TO THE ACADEMY !

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