goldenmiran-blog

[goldenmiran-blog]

hey there ya’ll, i’m apple and this here is nolan miran; a twenty-nine year old lawyer and you’re friendly neighborhood, golden boy. his biography is under the cut. if you’re interested in discussing connections or plots, please don’t be afraid to send me a message, im, or add me on discord (apple#4061). i’m super excited to get to know you and all of your wonderful characters. 

tldr; nolan buried himself in course work in high school and barely had time to spend time with the rest of the squad. he considered them his friends but it’s quite possible that some, if not most, of the others saw him as nothing more than a casual acquaintence. since graduating he went to law school and became a top tier lawyer. his name is often in the papers or on the news because he has a tendency to take on controversial cases.

Perfection was never an option, it was a necessity. The child of two incredibly successful parents, everyone assumed you’d become just as successful. Your parents tried not to push you too hard or crush you with their expectations but deep down you knew that they wanted a lot from you and, being the people pleaser you are, you really wanted to give it to them. You were the sort of child who cried when you accidentally colored outside the lines and who hung your head in misery if you missed a word on your spelling test. You hated disappointing your parents, but most of all, you hated disappointing yourself. You have always been your toughest critique and it only got worse as you got older. You had set a high standard for yourself and now your parents had come to expect nothing but the best from you, but the more you achieved, the harder it was to impress them and so you did more, racking in as many certificates, trophies, and scholarships as you possibly could in order to make them proud.

Being integrated into the squad was both a blessing and a curse. You had spent so much of your time focusing on academics that you hadn’t ever had a chance to make any real friends. Part of you craved the close companionship the squad offered but another part of you knew that you had others things you needed to focus on. Like a yo-yo, you bounced in and out of the squad members lives, which made it nearly impossible for you to make as much of an impact on them as the others. You were closer to some members than others, the muscle and the gregarious seemed to understand why you were the way you were and they tried to accept you with open arms whenever you could find the time to hang with the squad. Others weren’t quite as happy with the way you weaved in and out of the group, the guardian would scold you on a near-daily basis. You wanted to be a good friend but being a good student took precedence. Sometimes one can not do both.

It was no absolutely no surprise to anyone that you ended up at one of the best ivy league universities in the country. It was all but decided that you would follow in your father’s footsteps and become a lawyer but now you were a small fish in a big pond and being the best and brightest student at a small-town high school wasn’t as impressive as it had once been. Every one of your classmates had been their high school’s best and brightest and you were all competing for the recognition of the same professors and, eventually, the same legal firms. You held on for as long as you could, barely holding onto the spot at the top of the class. You didn’t make very many friends, everyone was either jealous of you or thought you were too uptight. You tried not to care about other people’s opinion’s but it was difficult, you’re only human.

When you weren’t studying in the library, you locked yourself in your dorm room with a bottle of the strongest alcohol you could get your hands on. Of course, your heavy drinking had an effect on your grades, you lost your spot as top of the class and started barely scraping by. Your parents became concerned when they stopped hearing from you, you didn’t want to talk to them if you didn’t have some new accolade to brag about and for months you hadn’t gotten so much as a ‘good work’ written on any of your papers. Your father, determined to get you back on the right path, arranged for you to get an internship with one of the influential legal firms near your university. You fetched coffee and made copies for some of the best in the business but it still wasn’t enough, if anything, it just proved how much longer you’d have to keep running yourself ragged. It wouldn’t stop at university, you’d be trying to one-up your colleagues until you retired.

Graduating from university wasn’t as fulfilling as you’d once dreamed it would be, especially when someone else was announced as valedictorian. Your parents claimed that they were proud of you but you didn’t believe them. Despite it all, you ended up at the very same firm you’d once interned at, this time a full-fledged lawyer. You slowly but surely worked your way to the top again, mostly because you’d take the morally questionable cases that other’s wouldn’t, and you’d win. You got paid more money than you’d ever had and some of your clients repaid you in others ways too, with drugs and women. There’s no denying you’re a good lawyer but whether or not you’re a good person is debatable.

wanted connections include:

- a member of the squad who may have gotten into some legal trouble and went to him for advice. maybe they met up and had dinner together. this would be the person he’s seen most recently and would be most comfortable around.

- a squad member who has been following his career and knows about all the criminals he’s gotten out of jail. in short, they’d hate his guts and constantly tell him off or remind him of what a good guy he used to be.

- a drinking buddy of some sort. someone who has issues of their own that they’re trying to work through with copious amounts of booze, or drugs, or both.

- a “will they / won’t they” from high school. someone that he obviously had a crush on but didn’t have time to have a real romantic relationship with because of how much time he spent studying. he may or may not still have feelings for said person, either way, tension ensues.