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Congratulations Julia! Your OC has been accepted, with a title change to the name of The Callow with the faceclaim Manu Rios. Please be sure to check out the accepted applicants checklist! Also be sure send us a link to your blog within the next twenty-four hours. Welcome to St. Augustine!

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name/alias: Julia

Age (18+) : 24

Gender/Preferred pronouns: She/Her

Timezone: CST

IN CHARACTER

Character Label: The Déraciné (Or The Disenchanted, The Somatic, or The Ardent)

Character Name: Arlo Loveless

Age (18+): 19

Gender/Pronouns: He/Him

Desired Faceclaim: Manu Rios

Home Town: Los Angeles, CA

Three Positive Traits: Affable, Altruistic, Idealistic

Three Negative Traits: Guarded, Restless, Tender

Major: Performance

Year: 2nd

Quote: “Before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.”

Character blurb: If his smile was any more radiant, he would have soaked the prism of colors of the train station and coaxed its deep rays into a nimbus around his chestnut crown. The anxious flicker of his gaze cemented his nervousness and the grip on his Tumi bag brought his knuckle bones to the surface in anticipation, kissing delicate flesh with each shift of his grip. Arlo Loveless was molded by the callous fingers of a sculpture and brought to life with an offering of heart shaped truffles blessed with prayer, but perhaps such a description was far too generous; he was alone, after all, and resorted to his embarrassing habit of fiddling with the gold necklace on his neck during times of self conflict. Eventually, the words dotting the tip of his tongue dissolved like sugar as his gaze on a boy occupied by his phone drifted back to the tiny patch of concrete he’s temporarily claimed as his own– he will find his voice eventually, but for now, he waited to be retrieved by his chauffeur unaccompanied.

Developed Head Canons:

He was born into the lap of luxury, the personification of Americana: His mother’s maiden name is Luciana Ruiz, daughter of a Spanish immigrant. After becoming the successful leading lady in a handful of Broadway productions, her fame doubled after being featured in her first Blockbuster romantic movie Fields of Violet with Harrison Loveless. Their convincing chemistry was fueled by offscreen romance and they married soon after, with every detail plastered on the gossip tabloids. They stayed there through Oscar nominations, memorable controversies, and the birth of their two children– with Arlo being the youngest. Currently, their net worth has easily exceeded the hundreds of millions and their lavish lifestyle has reflected such. Arlo was never taught to budget, why would he have to? There was money to burn, and with the disconnect from the idea of ‘cost’ diminishing each passing year, he’s grown quite fond of the game ‘how much is ____?’ each time he visits the little market at St. Augustine.

His parents are highly involved Scientologists: The organization fed off of rich, eager celebrities like his parents. Millions of dollars donated meant he was treated like royalty at every gathering and his naivete attitude towards the malpractices of its leaders continued up until the age of 14, when he walked in on a disciplinary hearing of a member. From then on, the smiles seemed less genuine and the hologram of pure bliss associated with Scientology began to crack.

He is a paranoid heart and a lonely doll: Because of his parent’s world renowned reputation, he has always been under the paparazzi spotlight. Every social media, no matter how anonymous he’s tried to be, has hundreds of thousands of followers. Scientology has a habit of keeping track of their members as well, wanting to contain them in a snow globe of cultlike utopia. His school was filled with peers bred from Scientologist families. His tutors, his nanny, everyone he’s been in contact with all have some tie to the religion. Because of his status, Arlo grew up friendless– children thought him as vain and selfish while parents were intimidated of allowing their children to play with someone who can bring harm to their spawn with a mindless negative comment. When his parents heard about his loneliness, Arlo suddenly found himself with a best friend– alas, upon his discovery that Leo was planted in his life like everyone else, he became more wary.

His acceptance into St. Augustine was not without protest: Coming from an acting family created a window of opportunity for him to follow suit. His first performance was in a movie when he was three years old. With a few scattered appearances, Arlo has become quite good at faking confidence as an actor from his self conscious real life. At 13, he became fixated with art instead, particularly oil paints. With the pressure of his revelation over Scientology clear in his mind, he applied to St. Augustine for art and Julliard (under his parents’ insistence) for performance when he turned 18. He got accepted into both, but in his desperate plea for independence and freedom, he succumbed to his parents’ bargain of allowing him to study in St. Augustine, but for performance instead.

He is desperate– a songbird who sings praises and a hawk who demands Good: Arlo has already deemed himself as paranoid; he knows he’s a fretful person, and he tries his hardest to hide his fear so he won’t screw up his chances at real friends. Hungry, he called it, hungry for friendship to the point of buttering his words with compliments and little white lies with the purest intentions. Maybe he sounded manipulative, but his intentions are pure and his desire to good will not ever waiver. Arlo’s nervous temper personified itself as a nibbling sense of inadequacy; he doesn’t think he’s worth the trouble, but he desperately wants to be worth something. Sheltered, oblivious and naive– but ready to explore, if not for the forsaken need to take his first step shutting down his body system.

Love; love is all you need: And he craves it. His mother’s films created little snapshots of things that could happen, may happen, will happen. They’ve been quoted by lovesick girls and red eyed heartbreakers and her own son has been captured by the allure. His parent’s love for each other proved the existence of soulmates, but Arlo’s blind faith has been jeopardized by his desire to throw himself into the depths of the ocean and wait for someone to pull him into safety. He anticipates that he will drown, but for now he teeters on cliff’s edge, waiting for the lifeguard to take their seat on their tower before he jumps.

Plot Ideas:

Although Arlo excels in performance, he still placed himself in a few art classes because he enjoys them. He hopes to make friends in both concentrations, maybe some who show the same passion he has.

The New Reality gives him a lot to explore, particularly with people who aren’t around him for a simple purpose. His pursuit of happiness, friends, and a detox from all that he’s learned about his religion will give him a lot of whiplash. He will need an anchor, and in return, he hopes to be a statue of comfort for those who need him.

Once the slip up from Scientology happened, the blemishes began to shine. He’s been a witness to violence just a room away and a bystander to unabashed verbal thrashing. Arlo worries that he appears cold for not batting an eyelash at death or its friends, but violence doesn’t hold the same levity for him than it does others. If anything, the death of the Good Samaritan brought curiosity and a guilty desire to eavesdrop on the gossip circling it.

His search for love is neverending, but he prays whoever captures his heart will be gentle with it. He shatters easily, particularly so when his romantic vulnerability is open to one person at a time.

He grew up with privilege like the Mad King and the Golden Heir, but their popularity makes him nervous, as if one wrong word will condemn him to mockery.

The Reveler and The Purveyor intimidate him because he doesn’t think he’s cool enough or sharp witted enough or ready to dive deep into sinful indulgences like they do.

The Guileless and The Wallflower are possible friends due to their gentle nature; he is in need of confidence, and perhaps they can patch up his slowly deflating self worth with a pep talk and some warm cookies.

The Meteorite and The Analyst provide intelligence he knows he does not harbor, but their diligence in trying to uncover the truth is admirable to him.

Writing Sample:

When he first stepped foot into his human anatomy art class he didn’t expect to be met with an extremely handsome Italian eating an apple, dressed in an open robe and an extremely tight pair of sky blue trunks. Arlo’s eyes quickly zoomed around the room in a desperate attempt at locating the farthest seat away from the model, but to his dismay, his classmates have beat him to it. Intimidation, it seemed, was universal; some of the students looked amused, others discomforted, but most were making small talk that he wished he could partake in one day. This was only the fourth class; it’s normal to not have any friends still, right? Or was a pathetically revealing of his piss poor social skills– yeah, that was probably more accurate. So, without further ado, he shuffled to his seat right up front, placed his bag down and began to load his sketchbook upon the isle with a gentle bat of fuzz off of the creamy pages.

Arlo was preoccupied with taking out his charcoals when he heard the professor introduce Mario, bringing a chorus of hellos from the students. Once he looked up again, he realized that the man had even less to wear– in fact, he was completely nude. Nude and poised with his body draped over the leather couch in the center of the room like an olive skinned Rose, ready to be drawn like one of his French girls. Hiding the flush on his cheeks with a weak wipe of his sleeve upon his face, he cleared his throat and focused on sketching the figure starting with geometric figures. The classical music his professor put on didn’t help his nerves, nor did Mario’s gaze every single time he peeked over his sketchpad to inspect the curve of his jawline.

After about an hour, he noticed his Burnt Ember color dwindling on its last legs. Arlo quietly snuck a glance over to the girl on his right to see if she was using hers at the moment. Cautiously, he wiped his cheek again (streaking himself with a thin line of charcoal in the process) and conjured up a small, shy smile.

“May I..um.. borrow t-that one, please?”

She didn’t know her smile in return would make his entire day and her gentle push of her charcoal tin towards him prompted the most beautiful sense of pride welling in his chest. For now, he bit down on his bottom lip and focused on adding a bit of ember to Mario’s cheekbone, trying to contain his grin.

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