NAME Roxy
AGE A couple months shy of 18
EMAIL Will pm, if it’s quite alright.
OTHER CHARACTERS N/A
WHERE DID YOU HEAR ABOUT US? An RPG add from a lifetime ago.
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NAME Tyler Anne Coville
NICKNAME Ty, kid, other assorted pet names. But most just stick with Tyler.
AGE & DOB 19 // September 13th 1988
OCCUPATION Ex-Student // Prostitute
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Heterosexual

EYES Brown
HAIR Short and brown
HEIGHT/WEIGHT 5’6”, 109lbs.(BMI of 17.6)
CLOTHING STYLE Tyler wears what she pleases, style be damned. One day its jeans and a tee shirt, the next she looks like she wandered out of 1967. She cleans up nicely, but not often, preferring to be simple and comfortable. She does however have a slight boot obsession and is rarely seen in anything but flat black boots, or worn cowboy boots.
PIERCINGS/TATTOOS The standard ear piercing, with a side order of naval piercing, and a small white music note tattooed on her inner right thigh
OTHER NOTABLE TRAITS
Small scars and track marks litter her inner arms, and a few are even splashed between her toes, due to needle usage. Her skin is sallow, and has an almost yellowy drug tinge to it, along with being slightly under weight, both are side effects from her drug usage. Also her fingers are covered with burns from her crack pipe, and are still slightly black from it to this day.

PB CLAIM Keira Knightley
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BRIEF DESCRIPTION Clothing, fashion, looks, they aren’t the most important things in the world to Tyler, but that doesn’t mean that she isn’t aware of them, just that they’ve taken a backseat to more important things.

Tyler leans more towards a rock n roll, and boho hippie style, which to her means living in jeans. She owns about 4 pairs, almost all the same, dark blue, tight, and skinny. She refuses to wash them unless she absolutely has too, enjoying the lived in look and feel. Her top half enjoys wearing various band tee shirts, as well as vintage or vintage looking tee’s. She also enjoys warping herself up in seven thousand layers of sweaters and large scarves, or else parading about in sheer flower patterned shirts that were in fashion back in ‘67. Adding to her ‘hippie/rocker’ look is her footwear, or lack of. There are four stables for Tyler’s feet, flat black boots which end just before her knees, very worn cowboy boots, a pair of red Converse’s in the same shape as the cowboy boots, or no shoes at all.

Before arriving at Lakeside, Tyler hacked off almost all of her hair, for no reason she could really explain. It’s now either always a mess, or else style and blow dried straight. Makeup isn’t a big deal to her, she keeps it simple a little concealer, maybe some eyeliner, on a big night she’ll paint her eyes black as night, but otherwise, it’s easy come easy go.

LIKES
+Drugs
+ Toast and apple juice- stables of life
+Ryan Adams
+Good old fashion rock and roll
+ The writings of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
+ Really pure cocaine
+ Marlborol Lights
+Walks at night
+Long showers
+Guitars
+Big beds
+Parties
+Tight pants
+Sleeping outside
+Lazy days

DISLIKES
-Birds
-Coming down, or going cold turkey
-Fall out Boy
-LA
-Being touched
-Having a “problem” with “addiction”
-Sunburns
-Being called out on her “addiction”
-The fact that she actually sold her self for drugs
-Being shy around people
-Needing anything or anyone
- mold
-Burnt fingers
HABITS
Chain smoker.
Plays with hair when nervous or when placed in uncomfortable situations
Only makes her bed when fresh sheets are delivered or until she’s forced too
Quotes lyrics more then anyone should
Puts everything in her pockets, doesn’t matter if it’s not hers. She doesn’t even realises that she’s doing it, until you can’t find your keys, because she has them.
STRENGTHS
+Impressive liar
+No fear of needles or blood
+Emotionally strong, will not break down, at least not in front of anyone
+Content with being a ‘substitute’ person
+Cooks better your mother
+Chameleon
+Cares about you, more then she does about herself
WEAKNESSES
-Gives in to drugs all the time. They always win
-Not fond of being touched, and sometimes reacts more intensely then necessary
-Unwilling to change
-Mildly paranoid that people know her or her past occupation
-Sometimes comes off as a cold aloof bitch, she’s really not.
GOALS/ASPIRATIONS
Get out of Lakeside. Fast.
Stop hooking for drug money.
Gain weight. Read; get some boobs and an ass.
Grow old, live out in the country with 38 naked hippie children running around.

LIST FACETS OF PERSONALITY Though Tyler considers herself a largely simple girl, simple adjectives just don’t sum her up. She was once one of those girls who drew people into her, the girl you wanted to party with and have a great time. Not because she was a loud, stupid, sluttly girl, but there was just that air about her that screamed fun. That air of fun, however has been drained out for the large part, the constant need for drugs, and being constantly high for almost two years took the fun out of partying. She now has the air about her of a girl about to fall apart. But she’s easy going at the best of times, and completely unable and unwilling to deal with conflict, be it her own or someone else’s

Tyler lacks a lot of self confidence. She is plagued with horrible shame over the fact that she sold her body, and feels as though no man will be able to be with her and not know that she’s done. In addition to that fear, is the fear that she will be rejected by everyone if they know what she has done. Tyler has a warped perception of sex, and intimacy that started way before she was hooking. She wasn’t ready for the loss of her virginity, and though she has been with many people since then, she always feels absolutely horrible and worthless afterwards. In addition she’s not fond of being touched, though this fear seems to have steamed mostly through her hooking. The simplest touch can cause a horrible reaction if she isn’t expecting it, and she has been told more then once that she gives the worst hugs ever, the entire thing is awkward, since she is trying her best to make it end, so she wont start crying. She’d like to get over this, but it doesn’t seem to be happening.

Tyler does however enjoy being with people, as long as they don’t touch. Since entering Lakeside she’s been more passive then her past self, she’s unsure of the situation and unfamiliar with being sober, this causes the cold air about her, but she’s willing to warm up to those who take an interest in her, the coldness is only a survival tool. Confronting Tyler about her addiction is about as easy as taming lions. To her, she doesn’t have an addiction, and isn’t willing to quit using, but maybe she’ll calm down a bit. And maybe stop using needles….maybe.

MOTHER Tracy Lynn Coville (formally Waters) // Co-owns Eat with husband Ryan
FATHER Ryan Walter Coville // Owns a top restaurant in LA called Eat
SIBLINGS Steven Ryan Coville // 26
CHILDREN None.

REASON FOR BEING AT LAKESIDE Crack and Heroin addiction.
YEARS AT LAKESIDE First term.
HOMETOWN New Rochelle, New York

BIOGRAPHY On a quite night in September 1988 a small, but healthy baby girl came into this world. Tyler Anne was greeted by two loving parents, and an older brother, Steven. Tyler’s childhood years were simple and uncomplicated living in New Rochelle with her family, the biggest issues she faced was the expected sibling spats with Steven, and the teasing from kids at school for being the girl with a boys name. Around the time when Tyler turned 9, things started to change. Her father’s dream of owning a restaurant was coming true, or at least getting closer to coming true. He decided to pack up the Coville family and move to the big city, were he felt he would be able to get his name out more.

Tyler swears she’ll never forget driving into New York for the first time. It was nearly dusk, and all the lights were a glow, the never ending frenzy of people, lights, and sounds intoxicated her nine year old self, and she had never felt more at home. The Coville family had lived in a fairly large house back in New Rochelle, but here in New York all they could afford was a cramped apartment 16 blocks away from Broadway. Tyler was forced to share a room with Steven, which rather then make the siblings tare at each other’s throats, made the two become closer then ever. You would swear that the two were twin minus the fact that Steven was 7 years older then Tyler.

After being in New York for five years things were really rolling. Ryan Coville was one of the hottest chefs in the city, and was being offered to open and run what was sure to the big the biggest restaurant in the whole country. The only problem? It was to be opened in Los Angeles. Tyler was fourteen at the time, and completely unwilling to leave New York and her friends, luckily Steven who was now 21, had no plans of going to LA either. So Tracy Coville set up a deal with her children, if Steven was willing to move back into the family apartment, which by this time was only a mere 6 blocks away from Broadway, and keep an eye on Tyler they could stay in New York. The two agreed to all the terms including the monthly visit/check up on them by Tracy, who had no idea that within a year everything was going to fall into shit.

Steven, who made a great big brother, made a horrible parent stand in. Going to NYU, his girlfriend, and his partying friends took up all of his time, and he was hardly around to ‘keep an eye on Tyler’. Not wanting to be left out Tyler begged her brother to take her out with him, surprisingly it didn’t take to much pleading. Steven and his friends were almost famous for their parties, they were simply above anyone else at NYU. From the first drink that she had, Tyler knew she was lost to the scene. Steven’s friends, who found it be a complete laugh to be getting Tyler drunk, also had no problem with sharing their pot with her. Tyler, who was a normal fourteen year old, all of the sudden drove head first into this dark underground world of partying. Hitting up dorm parties, house parties, sneaking her underage self into clubs whatever, it didn’t matter, Tyler would follow the good times anywhere. Tracy and Ryan never had any idea what their two party animal children were doing, but they never worried, they were both good kids.

Two weeks after Tyler’s fifteenth birthday, at a party at her brothers best friends , she snorted her first line of cocaine. Up until this time she had only drank and smoked herself into oblivion, and would have never dreamed of trying anything harder. But there was something about the night. The air seemed sweeter, the colours brighter, and Steven was holed off at home, having all but given up the party seen to be with his lawyer girlfriend. The drug hit her like a bullet, and she was off, dancing, talking, and laughing, all at a hundred miles an hour. Suddenly Steven’s best friend, and the man who had brought her the drug seemed to be the best looking thing on two legs, and the two soon found themselves in a coked out sex romp. Tyler awoke the next morning aghast at the fact that she had slept with Steven’s friend, but not with the fact that her nose was burning from the cocaine. Starting a long tend in her life with the almost fear or dislike of sex, and the love of drugs.

The rest they say is history, though Tyler’s feelings about sex were all fucked up it didn’t stop her from having lots of it. As for the drugs, it became a frenzy if more more more. More coke, more uppers, more acid, until a bad trip which turned her off it forever. She always managed to put on the sweet face for her mother when she came down to visit. The drugs, which had been a weekend party tool, started becoming everyday life, interfering with her school work, and daily life. Seventeen brought more changes, Steven moved out with his lawyer girlfriend, and Tyler needed new drugs. Somehow, someway the coke became crack, and brought along it’s friend heroin. 6 months later Tyler was a full fledged slave to both drugs.

Tyler’s parents suspected something was up, and Steven was beyond suspecting, he knew something was going down, but neither had any idea who bad it was. Tyler had lost almost 30 pounds in 2 months, 30 pounds she most defiantly didn’t need to lose, and her habit was at an all time high, no pun intended. Money suddenly became an issue. Though Ryan Coville’s restaurant Eat was a massive success, and the money was pouring in, Tyler was still on a strict budget, money was doled out once a month, and that was all she got. So what happens when you’ve used you money for the month within the first week on drugs, and you already owe your brother two hundred dollars, and yet you still need more drugs? Tyler then found herself outside in the shiftiest parts of the city selling her body for money, for drugs. A low down dirty drug addicted hooker. This went on for a year, until Steven came to Tyler’s apartment to check on her, she hadn’t answered his calls in three days, and found her is the state of an intense drug binge which had lasted for god knows who long, she was also in the process of over dosing on heroin. Two days later Tyler was on a plane with her parents to check her into Lakeside.

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Disaster is a funny thing. The way it hits you is never the same. You can have no idea, be going about your business as usual, happy as a clam , and then you turn the bend, and BAM there it is. In your face, and death and despair and loss is all around you. Or else it haunts you. Everywhere you go, every breath, and move you take or make is absolutely filled with it. And you’re just waiting for the day when you will finally turn around and see the disaster that has been consuming you for so long.

And sometimes disaster walks.

It walks down through East Village. It smokes, and laughs, and shops, with longing only though, for it doesn’t posses the money to buy anything it wants. It dresses in animal print, and heels, and goes out for the night. Sometimes it stays out all night, and doesn’t return anybodies phone calls, not just yours. Disaster like this is a time bomb. It doesn’t hit you, or creep up on you. It explodes. In a massive explosion of shit, and pain, and lies. Ahh, yes Disaster like this gets a name as well. It’s call Ashton White, and it’s coming your way.

The day was hot. Unbearably, abnormally hot. The kind of hot that made you sweat off your makeup within the first 10 minutes that you were outside. It was days like this that made anyone with an AC the most popular person in the world. The cold air hitting your hot, and damp body as you entered the building was almost orgasmic. And you would sit in your cool room, where you didn’t stick to chairs, and pity the poor fools who didn’t have this wonderful god sent of air conditioning. Unfortunately, Ashton was one of those poor fools. Her apartment, which was far from glamorous, lacked this joy, and tired of hanging around the place sweating like a fat man, she decided that it would be cooler outside laying in the grass.

Dressed in a pair of faded cut off short shorts, and a black Guns n’ Roses tee shirt rolled up to expose stomach, and promote air flow, Ashton lay propped up against a tree. Enjoying the shade it offered, and the coolness of the grass against her skin. Her worn in flip flops were disguarded beside her, as was her monstrosity of a purse. A cigarette hung lazily from her lips, admitting smoke in tiny burst of breath. It was a picture of bliss, and seemed to be a tired, but normal girl, enjoying a lazy afternoon.

Though Ashton was anything but normal. Sure she had all 10 fingers, and toes, and wasn’t blessed with any mutant superpowers, but she was far from normal. Her ‘job’, as she called it was inspiring people, not through motivational talks, or from helping orphans, but through sleeping with and spending time with them. And them, meaning musicians. She wasn’t paid for it, and the hours were long and hard at times, but Ashton was pretty sure that it was the greatest ‘job’ in the universe. Being with these people was the closest she could get to actually touching music, which to her was on par with God, actually it surpassed God, many times over. For the lack of a better term, she was a groupie, but the word had far to many negative reactions attached to it for her liking.

The other thing that made Ashton, different then her peers, but not unlike the million others, was a dirty little thing called addiction. It was a vile thing really. It consumed her life, it interrupted her all day long. Demanding, and unrelenting, no matter the time or place, when it reared it’s ugly head, Ashton was to obey or suffer. And obey she did. She hit the needle to the vein, or stuffed her nose until it bled. Once that was done, then and only then could she continue on her day. But this addition was taking away much more then it was giving, sure it gave bliss, but it took away money, weight, friendships, lovers, health, and maybe one day life. But Ashton remained unworried. She’s so sure that she holds the reins on the addiction, that once it gets to be enough that she can calmly say ‘whoa’, and everything will be fine again. And at the moment, there is not need to pull back yet, so the addiction runs wild like horses.

Swatting away a bug from her face, Ashton flicked her finished cigarette away, and sat up, blonde hair all a mess and in her face. She wasn’t expecting anyone, but the park was a big place, and people were always coming and going. You never knew who you’d see where. Maybe someone famous, you had to keep your eyes open, there was always work to be done, and Ashton had no problem working on the weekends or even bringing her work home with her.