This is a Submit Your Original Character story.
I figure I should say that first, lest any idiots wander onto this page thinking it is something that it is not.
This story is going to be about some of the lesser-known students at Hollywood Arts, who have been having a hard time standing out amidst six certain teens who always seem to steal the spotlight. Tori and her gang will appear, but this will be about OC's.
Use the form below to submit. I want about seven girls and seven guys. I tend to like the more detailed forms better, so don't be afraid to type me an essay. Use the form below to enter, and don't get pissy if I ignore your singer/dancer/actress/good at fucking everything character, k?
K.
Name:
Gender:
Age (15-17 please):
Personality:
Hobbies (pick three):
Talent (PICK UP TO TWO. I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOUR OC HAS THREE TALENTS, I WILL EXPLODE.):
Pet Peeves:
Likes:
My character is attracted to this kind of person:
Anything else I feel the need to add:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Height:
Weight:
Skin Color:
Hair Style:
General Appearance:
And yeah, I have my own OC.
Name: Cleo Sylen
Gender: female
Age (15-17 please): 16
Personality: Cleo is solitary and doesn't have many friends, maybe one or two. She is dreamy, sentimental, and childish, but not in a dumb way. She just wishes she could be five forever. Cleo has above-average intelligence and gets decent grades. She respects her teachers for the most part. Every now and then she has temper issues, but she usually keeps it pretty well in check. Cleo was best friends with Beck from the time they were five years old until they were ten, but recently they have reclaimed their friendship. She likes being around him, just talking and hanging out at the park, and occasionally going on ridiculous adventures. They are usually pretty calm and have a somewhat Calvin-and-Hobbes relationship, with her constantly dreaming and him gently bringing her back down to earth without killing her imagination. She feels ugly sometimes, and has low self-esteem, but he helps her get over it. Cleo is very down-to-earth, and doesn't appreciate vanity. She spends a good deal of time at the stable, and often smells of hay. Not in a gross way. She has singing ability but doesn't enjoying performing it.
Hobbies (pick three): drawing, reading, horseback riding.
Talent: Ballet and piano.
Pet Peeves: People reading over her shoulder, nosy people, loud noises.
Likes: horses, instrumental music, deadpan humor, warm spring days, summer rain, and simplicity.
My character is attracted to this kind of person: Calm, funny, nice guys.
Anything else I feel the need to add: Moop. Fuck you, it had to be said.
Hair Color: dark ashy blonde
Eye Color: dark gray
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 88 pounds
Skin Color: warm but not tan, freckles on nose.
Hair Style: long, thick, and really straight
General Appearance: Small features, ski-slope nose, but big eyes. She wears no makeup.
And now, a quick preview of what's to come. For those wondering, this is NOT a Beck x OC fic. I love Bade far too much for that.
Dear god, what has become of my life.
Chapter One
Summer was coming to an end, as was the golden afternoon they'd wasted together, doing absolutely nothing but luxuriating in the blissful sun. Cleo scooched to the end of the massive boulder they sat on, lying down in the last pool of golden light like a cat. Beck merely turned his head to catch the warm rays before they slipped away.
The children of the park were in high spirits, dashing through the sprinklers and climbing up the sides of the wooden castle structure. The sounds of high laughter echoed over to the two teenagers resting on their rock, providing a summery soundtrack both would dearly miss when school began the next week. While Hollywood Arts was much better then the average high school, it still couldn't compare to these perfect days of summer, lying on the rocks with only each other and the sun, listening to the sounds of childhood. Their only consolation was the week separating them and the exciting halls, and their shared group of friends being on vacation for the whole time. Both loved the ragtag collection of talented teens, but preferred the quiet company of each other to a loud group.
Cleo sighed in pleasure and quietly sang a few bars of "All in the Golden Afternoon" to herself.
There are dizzy daffodils on the hillside,
Strings of violets are all in tune
Tiger lilies love the dandelions,
In the golden afternoon
Beck turned a lazy grin on her. "You should've sung for your audition."
She dismissed the thought with a shrug. "Singing's not my thing."
"Make it your thing."
"Don't pester me," she grumbled.
He laughed. "I spend too much time around Jade to be affected by your angry-kitten death glares."
She laughed easily and resumed her sun nap. He sighed and contemplated the petite blonde with a mixture of exasperation and affection before moving to sit beside her and lazily throwing an arm around her small shoulders, the way he always would when they were three and a half feet tall and perched in this same spot after a long day of adventures.
She opened one eye and regarded him. "Feeling sentimental, Beck?"
He shrugged. "I guess. End of summer depression, too."
Cleo gently bumped his side. "You must be at least a little excited. Jade's coming home in a few days."
He smiled slightly. "Yeah."
"And there's always going be more summer days like this," she added, gazing out towards the sun as it dipped below the horizon. Beck frowned.
"But… there's not always going to be more summer days. I'm going to be a senior this year, and then I'll hopefully be going to college the year after that. What if this is our last summer?"
She turned a shocked gaze onto him. "I never… really thought about it," she muttered sadly.
He gave her a weary smile. "You never do, Clea."
She wrinkled her nose at his pet name for her, momentarily forgetting their commiserating.
Both gazed towards the west, where the setting sun set the clouds aglow with fire. Beck absentmindedly played with a strand of her hair, twisting it around his fingers. It was long enough that he could do so without her noticing.
"Beck?"
"Mmm?"
"It was a good summer, though."
"Yeah."
And sighing deeply, the two winged a silent wish to the heavens in perfect unison.
Don't let summer end.