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Wilde Academy was founded by no other than Vincent Cornelius Wilde, a philosopher at heart and an allegedly psychotic genius by profession. No one really knows where he got the money to start the Academy, but who cares?

Situated at the Western Coast of Australia, the Wildesiders are the best of the best and the worst of the worst. It is here that the hierarchy of society is experienced by the students in Wilde Academy's impeccably liberated but effective educational program. Here, the students could take life by the horns or watch from the sidelines and wish they were the ones on the spotlight (and more or less risk getting kicked in the ass in the process).

No one could deny that Wilde Academy has consistently been producing future leaders, superstar athletes, multimillionaire geniuses, Nobel Prize Winners and other influential people over the past sixty years. But W.A. has had their share of professional couch potatoes, drug dealers, wannabe superstars and nobodies. But hey, first class facilities are hard to come by these days. Parents would do anything to get their children to the very top, but the possibility of dropping to the lowest of the low is very real and very possible.

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Post by Evan Sinclair on Tue Apr 30, 2013 10:31 am

Evan Sinclair

who are you?

FULL NAME: Evan Anthony Sinclair
AGE: Seventeen
HOMETOWN: New York but moved to Australia when he was 15
YEAR: Junior
Evan is a head turner. And not always in a good way. Because he gets into so much trouble, people recognize him as the resident bay boy, someone who you should mess with. His looks put effect to that statement. Standing at 5'9, Evan towers over a lot of people. His raven black hair is just as black as his eyes which are in complete contrast to his pale skin. What else? His tattoos. Even at his age, he has a collection of tats along his arm and a silver piercing on his left ear, sometimes his right.
LIKES: Getting into trouble, Fights, Pissing people off, Sports Cars, Being Alone
DISLIKES: Crowds, Goody-Two-Shoes, Feelings and Everything else

tell me more!

Nothing is ever butterflies and rainbows for Evan. Life as he knows it, is outlined in black and white with grey in between. It wasn't like some big momentous event in his life made him the apathetic bastard he was now. No, it's just how he wanted to be even though it started out that way. He didn't bother blaming anything else on his attitude because for him, that sounded stupid. When you're angry and pissed off at the world, then that's just you. That was Evan. In terms of friends, of course he has 'em. He's got lots. Despite Evan's devil-may-cry way of treating people, he has that dangerous lure that attracts people to him. It's like reverse psychology in motion. You know you have to stay away, but always, there's something that pulls you back. That's probably because Evan has a dry sense of humor that's piqued by his troublemaker edge that makes him so interesting.

The truth was, if you went past all that, you'd realize his insides are exactly how he was on the outside: cold. There was no gooey shit going on in him and you'd be crazy if you thought you could pull him back to the light. Because you can't. He was a man past loving and a soul past saving. At least, that's what he's been telling himself for the past seventeen years of his life.

how did you get here?

From the moment he was old enough to understand what the word even meant , it's always been drilled into Evan's head that he was a monster. It was obvious from the way his mother looked at him and the way she flinched whenever he touched her that he was unwanted. When he called her 'mom' like the other kids in his school did with their own mothers, she would scream and hit him until Evan understood enough to stop and realize the word didn't really mean anything. Affection, from that point on was more like a fairy tale that Evan used to believe in. Childhood was mostly just a blur to him. Nothing held true to any moment and there was nothing in that part of Evan's life that he wanted to remember. By the time Evan was fourteen, his mother died of drug overdose. He didn't cry, nor did Evan think he had to. It was more of a surprise to him when people he didn't even know were related to him came to the funeral. When it was his turn to say something, he lied and said his mother loved him. So, so much.

Just when Evan expected to be placed in the foster system, those relatives who went to his mother's funeral turned out to be his father's siblings. Funny how his mother never mentioned anything about Evan's father. And now, he was being adopted by his father's older brother who happened to live in Australia. It was a long way from the streets of New York that Evan was so used to, but he figured this was probably better than going from one home to another. The truth was, he didn't really care anymore.

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Post by Aaron King on Sun May 05, 2013 1:39 am


Yes, I'm accepting my own character. xD

accepted by ethan


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