Caila Spencer | 20 | Sophomore | Majoring in: Communications

» Background: 

Dark hair, dark eyes and a beautiful set of long legs. Caila Spencer was recognized the moment she walked into a room. She’d picked up the trait of creating a scene from her mother, although she despised the woman who gave birth to her. I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. College was never something the young lady had ever considered. She saw the way to successfully get money without the need of an education, her mother had only hoped that she never turned out the way she did but Ms. Spencer never did a very good job at securing her daughters future. An avid swimmer, Caila barely passed her classes in high school in order to continue staying on the team. It was pure luck that she was able to gain a scholarship to get the opportunity to go to Chance University. Those that graduated with her didn’t know much about the mysterious girl, she sort of kept to herself most of the time but they did know about her surroundings. Whether it was from her peers parents encouraging them to not befriend her or simply seeing the way she allowed herself to act in front of others. Caila hoped to at least gain some friendship at Chance. Leaving the cliche high school life behind her all that remained of the girl was her partying ways. Could she keep up with both swimming in order to keep her scholarship all while living the good life in college? 

» What happened after the murder?

Nothing happend. Why do people ask me that as if I had anything to do with it? I was at the party but I don’t remember much, except some of the guys from my school talking about how they hated Easton. I don’t think that means I had something to do with it. It sucks because I’m always pin pointed because my mom is a criminal and I’ve not exactly been known for a clean rap sheet. Anyways, yeah it sucks the guy died. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to die. To be murdered actually. To know you’re about to die, to watch it happen. How fucking sick is that?

» Is there anything you hope to achieve at Chance, then? 

Hm, if you want me to be honest I want absolutely nothing from this school. I’m only here because my aunt and uncle forced me. My mom is back in jail or something for drugs. Oh well. Swimming is fun and I enjoy it so I might as well go to college and do something I enjoy right? Live that American Dream or whatever the hell you wanna call it. I have three years left to put into this place and if something damn good doesn’t happen to me while I’m here I’m going to be pissed but I’m not going out of my way to find it.

Face Claim: Shay Mitchell
Status: Open

Asher Braun | 18 years old | Freshmen | Majoring in: Undecided

» Background: 

Life had always been pretty steady for Asher. The boy grew up with one younger sister and two loving parents, however they were divorced. It wasn’t one of those “I hate mom” or “I hate dad” situations. His parents knew that getting married was going to be a bad idea but they wanted to give it a shot for their son. The two wed at the age of 18, his mother pregnant with Asher and stayed together for a mere five years, having his sister three years after he was born. The two parted ways and Asher and his sister, Nicole, went back and forth. There was something about his father that intrigued him. Most would call it bad parenting but to Asher it was completely thrilling. The boy grew up watching his father tote around beautiful women. A different one around what seemed to be every weekend he stayed with his dad. The boys father was a business owner, wealthy in their small town so women flocked to him quite frequently at bars and such. Asher noted the way his father walked, talked and handled these women and as he grew older he found himself doing the same thing - his favorite type of woman? Someone older. He was quite manipulative but in a way that girls didn’t notice. His care free life style and overly large ego stood in the way of friendships a lot of the times but those who knew him well, understood his malfunctions.

» What happened after the murder? 

I’m not from Grove High School, I went to the school next town over but we still heard about it. I remember competing against Easton at soccer, basketball and football games. He was always a really nice guy. He had a super hot girlfriend but she was a little young for me you know? My age but I’m all about the older women. Anyways, back to what we were talking about. I was at that party and I vaguely remember seeing him but I was really intoxicated so I don’t know what happened after that. It sucks man, it really does.

» Is there anything you hope to achieve at Chance, then? 

I might go into business. My dad is a business owner, I don’t know what I want out of college. I haven’t decided my major and I’m just excited to be around a bunch of people I don’t know. New women, new guys, new everything. It’s gonna be amazing. I’m not gonna worry too much on the curriculum for now. I just wanna have a good time.

Face claim: Harry Styles
Status: Taken 

Cassidy Lightner | 22 | Majoring in: Ignoring best friends

» Background:

You’re good at being bad, you’re bad at being good," a phrase that reigns true for a certain blonde haired bombshell. Growing up, Cassidy Lightner was always the center of attention. From the way she so expertly commanded a room even at the tender age of 4 years old to just how easy it was for her to get her way, it was no wonder Cassidy was always looked upon as a spoiled brat by her peers. Even in the years prior to hitting double digits, she was the so - called It - girl, popular even in elementary. Her beliefs were rather conservative, born into a Christian family. In fact, her family was what Cassidy considered most important in life, the only ones who would never let her down. 

» What happened after the murder?

After the murder or after I heard about the murder? I went to lunch with my grandmother outside of town to get her out of what I thought was suffocating air. Does that make sense? Anyway, my grandmother was close with the Meadows. I personally was not close to Easton but I knew him and we talked whenever we saw each other. It was hard for all of us but, I just wanted granny out of there for a little bit so she could get some air.

» Is there anything you hope to achieve at Chance, then?

I’m in the Law department of Chance right now. It’s been quite a journey but, I think I’m doing okay. Shit ain’t easy but, gotta do what you gotta do, right? I’m not crazy about all the years I have to stay in this rinky dink town just get a degree in law but, if I want to make that money, I have to do it. Not gonna lie, I’m a damn good liar and I always have my way. Being a lawyer won’t be hard. Schooling will be.

Face claim: Amber Heard
Status: Taken

Mercy Taylor | 19 | Majoring in: Undecided

» BACKGROUND:

Brown eyed and fresh faced, Mercy Taylor could easily be regarded as a classic beauty with an exotic twist, one of a kind features to die for. Mercy, however, will never see it. Throughout her childhood, Mrs. Taylor made it a point to pick at her appearance; heavy digs and complaints about how her eyes were too big for her face and how her lips were too pouty and the kicker — she’d never be as beautiful as her older sisters. Such comments made a young Mercy feel small; even her name alone indicated her importance to the family. In truth, she was an accident. An unplanned pregnancy, and an unwanted one at that. Her name was also an accident — an exasperated sigh of “Have MERCY,” came out just in time for the doctors to record it as her name. Even after double checking, her mother simply waved them off. The runt of the family, Mercy lived out a Cinderella-esque lifestyle, friendless save for her little white Maltese, Princess. When she wasn’t busying herself around the house, one could always find her curled up on her window seat, a novel in her hand. Words of fiction were the only ways she could escape her family’s neglect, the only way she could imagine herself as the beautiful heroin or avid adventurer. The personalities of her favorite characters could be easily detected in her own. Peter Pan was her favorite over all. His desire to be young and stay young; his ability to travel to a far off land and not worry about anything but an easily defeated pirate; Mercy wanted that. She wanted her own Neverland and every night, she’d sit on the cushion of her window sill and look up at the sky. “The second start to the right and straight on ‘til morning,” she’d whisper to herself before climbing back into bed. Mercy’s high school years were easy. School was a breeze, her grades were stellar and she was top of the senior class when she graduated. For the first time, she’d made her parents proud. Everyone expected big things for her — full ride scholarships to Ivy League schools, special placing at Chance University. These were things meant for adults, big people decisions. In truth, Mercy had no intentions of going to college and joining the workforce, but she knew she had to do something.

» WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THE MURDER?

I’m not sure what happened. I’m a year older than Easton so, I only saw him around in school before I graduated but, from what I knew he was a pretty popular kid. It’s tragic what happened to him … I can’t believe someone around here would have the audacity to kill someone like Easton. He really didn’t deserve it and now the whole town is freaking out. He was so young … it’s heartbreaking, really.

» IS THERE ANYTHING YOU HOPE TO ACHIEVE AT CHANCE, THEN?

Honestly, I don’t know what I want to do with my life. I can do what my siblings did and go for the gold or but I mean, who’s to say that I won’t get tired of that? I need something that’ll hold my attention, as well as earn me decent living. I just don’t know what that is yet. It’s my second year at Chance and I still don’t know. Maybe I’m not meant for a real trade. Maybe I can do something completely out of the ordinary.

Face claim: Demi Lovato
Status: Open 

Noelle Wilson | 19 | Majoring in Music and Creative Writing

» Background:

Tawny locks hang down her shoulders, messy at the crown as they tumble down in loose waves. Icy blue eyes, full and pouted lips tinted with a pale pink; upon first glance of Noelle Wilson, one would expect her life to be nothing short of perfect. Growing up, the Wilson’s did all that they could to provide for their three children, giving them all that they could in order to live comfortably and happy. The middle child, Noelle was constantly neglected due to her older sister’s all too extraordinary achievements and her little brother’s devious antics. It seemed that nothing she did was ever good enough to receive praise from her parents; no amount of straight A’s nor awards could sway them — she’d never rise to match her brother and she’d never done anything bad enough to be given unwanted attention like her sister. She was the outcast, opting to pursue her own ambitions outside of the usual business trades. No dreams of being a doctor nor hopes of hitting it big in the stock market. Noelle’s dreams were laid out on a stage, seated upon a high stool in front of a microphone, a mahogany guitar resting on her lap. In an attempt to escape her family troubles, she found herself stopping into a local record shop nearly everyday. The record shop was her sanctuary, her safe haven when things got rough at home. The heavy metal riffs and blaring voices allowed her to escape into the world of music rather than dwell in the harsh reality of her family life. It was there that she found peace with her thoughts and it was there that she met the boy who changed everything for her. It didn’t take long for their relationship to jump start. All it took was an invite to a rock show and Noelle was hooked. Chandler was just what she needed, an escape from her family and the thrill that she sought for. Noelle was putty in his hands, trembling knees and all. One thing she wasn’t aware of, however, was just how bad his temper could get. 5 months in and Chandler had already begun to show a side that neither of them had ever seen - a violent side, one that started with verbal abuse and eventually turned violent. But Noelle was naive, convinced that they were in love and that he sincerely meant his apologies. 

» What happened after the murder?

Honestly, I can’t say I knew the guy that well. We had a few elective classes together in high school but after I graduated, I never saw him. I remember him being a bit of a joker, a class clown, if you will. I’ll admit, he got a few laughs out of me, laughs that I needed. Anyway, I think it’s terrible what happened to him. In such a small town, too … what are the odds? And of all people, it had to be Easton. I feel for his family, for his friends, even though I wasn’t close to him. It’s just strange, knowing that someone could be … y’know, killed like that, especially here. It’s even scarier knowing that someone around here is a murderer. I can’t imagine how Marissa feels, knowing that the guy who killed her boyfriend is probably walking around here like it’s nothing. If I ever lost Chandler, especially like that … well, I’d be a mess just like her.

» Is there anything you hope to achieve at Chance, then?

I’m in my second year now and I’ve got a few more to go. I guess Music and Creative Writing aren’t exactly the ideal things that people strive for around here but, I’m not cut out for office jobs or things like that. I’m most comfortable with my guitar, a pen, and a notebook. If there’s anything I hope to achieve at Chance, I hope it’s getting out of here successfully. Does that make sense? I want to come out with a degree, so I know I did something worthwhile, so that I know that staying here was worth it. If all works out in my favor and I miraculously make it to Hollywood after this, that’d be amazing. Until then, I guess I’m stuck.

Face claim: Miley Cyrus
Status: Taken 

Chandler Griffin | 21 | Majoring in: Engineering

» Background:

On the surface, Chandler Griffin’s life is perfect. Coming from a rich family, well - off on his own money, has the perfect girlfriend, the perfect car, the perfect everything; Chandler is nothing but your average rich boy, in the eyes of his peers. What lied beneath his charming and suave exterior, however, was something no one would ever expect of him. Growing up in such a lavish household, one would expect a young Chandler’s childhood to be quite enchanted, filled with nothing but the best of the only Griffin child. Such was not the case for poor Chandler, left beaten without a clue as to why by his overly controlling father. His parents made their life out as if they were among the Royal family of England, though they were far from it. His mother, an addict to drugs of all kind, did little to help her poor baby in his times of need, fetching a young nanny to care for him as she was too strung out to give him any attention. As Chandler grew older, the lifestyle of his mother appealed to him more and more as he was exposed to drugs and the party life. High school was a breeze for the handsome fellow; easy classes, friends in the right places, and an easy pay job at the local record shop. It was at the record shop that Chandler met Noelle Wilson, the girl who changed everything for him. All it took was an invite to an acoustic session with Incubus and he’d hooked her, the girl of his dreams. Feelings grew quickly between the two of them, plummeting the picturesque couple into a whirlwind romance. He’d taken a girl full of life and changed her, introduced her to a new lifestyle. Recreational drugs and parties, though never letting her slip through his fingers like his mother. 5 months into the relationship, Chandler’s attitude towards Noelle had started to change. It seemed the closer he got to her, the more he lashed out; actions similar to those of his fathers, taken out on Noelle. No one would expect such a dapper young man to ever lay a hand on the one he loved, but then again, no one would ever find out.

» What happened after the murder?

I don’t really know how to respond to this. I wasn’t friends with Easton but I know a lot of people that were and I feel for them. It’s fucked up that it happened, though, especially to a kid so young. I can’t say that I was deeply affected or anything but I mean … it’s just crazy, I guess. I may have to add a few extra locks on my doors and windows, you know.

» Is there anything you hope to achieve at Chance, then?

I just hope to graduate with a degree. I’m majoring in Engineering and I’m almost done with it, so maybe I could make decent living with that. I mean, not that I need it or anything. Trust fund, all that superficial bullshit. Shit, I can work on cars all day, open my own garage and make my own living for Noelle and I. Ain’t that the life? Maybe we can start a little family soon. I mean, I’d be a much better father than my own and I know Noelle would be better than my mother. One day, man.

Face claim: Max Irons
Status: Taken

Charlotte Vaughn | 20 | Majoring in: Journalism 

» BACKGROUND:

Brown hair, short in stature with a smile that could light up absolutely any room she walked into. Charlotte Vaughn had always been the epitome of the perfect child. Whether it be from her darling sweet personality to her ability to mind manners and always present herself in the most classy way, her parents couldn’t be more proud of her. They were divorced but they shared a common ground and that was their daughter. Growing up she was always the cute little girl that ran around singing songs, playing school, attending to her ill grandparents and making friends on the play ground. Especially those kids that seemed to be the odd ones out, you know, the kids that typically played alone or you could tell had little money and their parents could barely pay to clothe them to come to school. Charlotte always wanted to help, it was this trait that as she got older caused some people to get the wrong impression. Those closest to her however held that trait dear to their hearts. Charlotte was always there to lend a shoulder, an ear or a kind word. It was negative people around her that seemed to find that odd. In the circle of people she associated with they were always there to lift her up when she felt torn between the kind things people said and the negative. Although she appeared to be strong, sometimes it wasn’t easy portraying the perfect person when it seemed the world only wanted to bring you down. 

» WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THE MURDER?

It’s strange you know, to think that there is a killer among these roads and curves we call home. They could be hiding anywhere or they could be out in front of us each and every day. I however want to think of the murder as one of those “everything happens for a reason”, type of ordeals. I know that sounds awful and people must think I’m heartless but Easton was so amazing, from what I knew, and if someone like him can easily be taken away from us then what do we have to offer? It’s so sad that this had to happen and I wish that it wouldn’t have especially to someone so sweet. I didn’t hang out with him a lot but from what I knew at parties and get togethers and school he was very popular.

» IS THERE ANYTHING YOU HOPE TO ACHIEVE AT CHANCE, THEN?

My main goal is to become a writer at a big fashion magazine in New York. Last year was absolutely amazing and my counselor says that if I keep my grades up and I stay in the top percentile of my major then I could actually go work as an intern next summer between my sophomore and junior year of college as experience. Oh how I would love to do something like that! It would be so life changing, plus getting out of this town wouldn’t hurt. Chance will give me endless opportunities right in the comforts of my own home. I don’t have to live in a dorm and I can still be with my family. They’re the most important people in my life. My sisters, my nieces and cousins. We’re just a large dynamic group, it’s the only thing stopping me from wanting to achieve my dreams.

Face Claim: Lucy Hale
Status: Taken

Luca Carty | 20 | Majoring in: History 

» Background :

Born and raised in the city of Charlotte, North Carolina, Luca Carty moved to the small town in South Carolina the beginning of her freshmen year. To those who became friends with her - they felt eternally grateful. There was never a negative out look on this girls mind and if there was she always seemed to make a joke or some obscene gesture about it. Luca never wanted to take life seriously, born into a Chinese American home she knew that her heritage was much about getting down to business and being very strict but she went against the grain and did her own thing. From the early stages of her life until now she never remembered abiding by the disciplinary rules that her house hold tried to uphold. Luckily, her parents weren’t too hard on her for the way she lived her life. They never had any reason to give her grief due to her excellent academics and bubbly personality it was hard to give her any sort of discipline for her actions. Luca was beautiful, the girl never had any trouble making friends or meeting boys which is why you rarely ever saw her alone. With the tight knit that the friends held with one another it was no surprise to find out that she was one of the most popular girls within the group. Who wouldn’t want to be close with someone who never brought a dull moment or any negativity? Her family life was fine, her school work was fine and her social life was even better. It seemed like nothing could ever affect this girl in a bad way. Most envied her while others loved her, Luca was just being herself and she didn’t know any different. 

» What happened after the murder?

Geeze, I mean. It’s been rough for all of us and although he and I weren’t inseparable like he was with some others it’s still rough. I have a lot of memories with him that I’ll never be able to forget. Easton was my chemistry partner our Sophomore year, I never could figure out how to do anything right but he was brilliant. It’s definitely going to be an adjustment going to parties and get togethers and not seeing his beautiful smile. I just hope that there will be some closer not only for us as a group but for his family, I hear they’re doing really bad with everything but I couldn’t blame them. It’s so fucked up what happened and whoever did this will pay for what they did. 

» Is there anything you hope to achieve at Chance, then?

 I hope to achieve success and a hell of a good time. My grades are good, I know what I’m doing in class more than 99.9% of the time. Hopefully I won’t have to take any chemistry classes because that was my only trouble in school and with Easton not here I won’t have my study buddy. My parents want me to get out of my partying ways but I don’t see why they have such a problem with it, you know? I’ve never gotten into trouble, I’m always home on time, I’ve never drank and drove. I’m a responsible kid and my freshmen year at Chance was a breeze. Sure you always take classes that you pretty much just took the year before but my schedule isn’t any more advanced than it was last year. We’ll just have to see, I’m always down for a good time and I can’t pass that up if it’s offered to me. Sorry Mom and Dad but that’s just the way it goes. ❞

Face Claim: Malese Jow
Status: Open

Marissa Wheeler | 18 | Majoring in: Undecided

» Background :

Always seen as a typically happy girl, Marissa Wheeler was the poster child for perfect daughters, setting the stage high for her younger sisters. With bright blue eyes and a smile that could light up a room, it was easy to see why her peers were so easily drawn to her; she was charming in her own way, a simple smile enough to make anyone feel comfortable as if they’d known her forever. Her ability to connect to anyone she came into contact with was remarkable, as well as admirable as she wasn’t secluded to just one group of people. Marissa was friends with everyone, breaking the status quo and never afraid to break any social codes. Marissa was always the first to break the ice, greet anyone with a smile no matter what happened in her personal life. Her family life was seemingly perfect, her social life was fruitful and ever growing, and her love life was great as ever. All it took was a smile for her to light up any room, bringing in a cheerful aura and energetic feel. On the surface, Marissa is nothing short of perfection. Beneath the exterior, however, one would be surprised at what they’d find. Underneath her radiant smile, there’s a sadness in her that speaks volumes. For what reason, even she doesn’t know but putting on an act is all she can do. Maybe it was her parents fault for placing her on such a high pedestal, expecting nothing but the best from her, or maybe it was the way people just assumed she’d be the one to make any bad situation better; it seemed that even those closest to her were oblivious to the traces of sorrow shown in her features. All she needed was someone to listen, someone to tell her that all would be okay but in return, she was the listener, the one who told her all would be okay. It wasn’t until she grew closer to Easton Meadows in her junior year of high school that she found someone who could give her as much, if not more than, what she gave first. On cloud nine, she’d finally found someone who loved her for who she was, rather than for what she did for others. 

» What happened after the murder?

Wow, straight to the point there, huh? Um … I’m still dealing with it each day. Every month, every week, every day, each passing second. There’s not a moment Easton doesn’t cross my mind. He was special, y’know? The kind of guy that could make even the darkest situations light up with brightness. He was my first boyfriend. We dated from junior year to senior year and of course, we planned on going to Chance together but … as fate would have it, that’s not happening anymore. It’s sad, isn’t it? Planning your future with someone, thinking that all will be well in the end when all you’re left with is memories after. One night, I’m on the phone with him, telling him I love him and the next day, he’s gone. He’s just gone, vanished. Part of me died that day, with him. My heart is buried with him six feet under the ground. He took my happy. He stole my heart and now I’ll never get it back. It’s okay, though, because I don’t think I’d have it any other way.

» Is there anything you hope to achieve at Chance, then?

To be honest, I haven’t put much thought into it. Easton and I always said the right major would come to us, that it’d look us straight in the face as soon as we set foot on campus. I don’t know what I want to do with the rest of my life. How can I when one of the most influential parts is gone? I don’t know, I really don’t. I guess I hope to choose a major. Something that’ll make me happy, something that’ll keep Easton’s spirit alive, at least for me. I hope that at some point in my time at Chance, I’ll be able to move forward. I don’t want to forget him, but I want to go further in life as well. Who knows, maybe I’ll find a way to be happy again. Does that count as an achievement?

Face claim: Taylor Swift
Status: Taken

Weston Zimmerman | 22 | Majoring in: Journalism

» Background:

For Weston Zimmerman, moving to South Carolina was a dream come true rather than a regret. Since childhood, Weston had always wanted to amount to bigger and better things, preferably outside the bustling city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania where he’d grown up. Writing was a passion of his that had developed since early childhood when he would listen to his father tell countless tales and stories and watch his mother scribbling poems upon a notepad in his dining room. Always a bit of an awkward child, but incredibly witty and amusing, his high school years were spent avoiding the jocks and cheerleaders to convey his thoughts onto scraps of paper during class. His only real escape was his journalism class, where he learned all the tools necessary to one day become a profound journalist in whatever field of writing he so desired. Chance University was his ideal choice to better his education, and was also one of the reasons he’d begged his parents to pick up and relocate to South Carolina. Amidst his transition from Northern life to Southern life, the tragic murder of Easton occurred. Although slightly frightening, Weston desired to learn more and possibly find out who killed the young boy. Hell, it was the perfect journalistic opportunity. Weston is now trying to immerse himself into the lifestyle Easton lived, trying to learn of the average American reckless behavior and how to avoid another crime from occurring. 

» What happened after the murder?

It was just awful, really. It was like the world had ended. I didn’t really know Easton, but it isn’t right what happened to him. Still, the murder was and still is the perfect opportunity to test my journalism skills. It’s perfect. What was Easton doing that made him a target? Was he a threat? Or was he being threatened? All these question are running through my mind, and it amazes me that I’m the only one asking them. Everyone is too afraid of the possibility of another strike.

» Is there anything you hope to achieve at Chance, then?

Just bettering my writing, really. I think with this murder, I’ll have the proper foundation and when it’s time to actually start my career, I won’t be turned down. Call me cocky and overconfident, but this is a big deal. This town is too stupid to call attention to the media. It doesn’t matter, though. They have me, Weston Zimmerman. One day, they’ll thank me. It’s just a matter of me actually fitting into the crowd and learning more about Easton and his crew.

Face claim: Liam Hemsworth
Status: Taken