#Breast Cancer Survivor Stories

[ramyadevi5201]

Embark on an emotional journey with Kadheer Unissa's Breast Cancer Survivor Stories, a heartfelt series amplifying tales of resilience and victory over Breast Cancer. In this impactful video, we dive deep into the realms of Breast Cancer in Kannada, shedding light on symptoms, treatment, and the inspiring survival stories that have emerged from the battle against this formidable adversary.

Breast Cancer :ನಾನು ಉಂಡೆಯನ್ನು ನಿರ್ಲಕ್ಷಿಸಿದೆ! | Breast Cancer Survivor Stories 💪| ಸ್ತನ ಕ್ಯಾನ್ಸರ್ | Punarjan Ayurveda Kannada

[thriveuprising]

“Our lives are a collection of stories…”

[wellhealthhub]

How long can you have breast cancer without knowing?

Curious about the timeline of undetected breast cancer? Dive into the intricacies of silent breast cancer development, its potential duration, and the crucial significance of early identification. Breast cancer stands as a prominent health concern, demanding timely recognition for effective treatment. Yet, the question remains: how long can breast cancer remain concealed, evading discovery? This…

[covid-safer-hotties]

Also preserved in our archive

"Just a cold" that could potentially cause cancer.

By Jo Cavallo

It’s not news that some viruses, including human papillomavirus, human immunodeficiency virus, Epstein-Barr, and hepatitis B, can cause or accelerate the development of cancer. But a recent story in The Washington Post about rare cancers being diagnosed in individuals who had previously been infected by the coronavirus has raised the specter of whether acute respiratory syndrome coronavirus (SARS–CoV-2) could also be an instigator in the initiation of cancer.1

Although the devastating short-term severe impact of SARS–CoV-2 is evidenced by the more than 7,000,000 reported coronavirus-related deaths worldwide since the outbreak of COVID-19 was declared a pandemic by the World Health Organization, in 2020,2 the long-term implications on health are just starting to be investigated.

According to Afshin Beheshti, PhD, President of the COVID-19 International Research Team and Professor of Surgery and Computational and Systems Biology, Director of the Space Biomedicine Program, and Associate Director of the McGowan Institute for Regenerative Medicine at the University of Pittsburgh, it is hypothesized that SARS–CoV-2 may have long-term, life-threatening complications, including the acceleration of cancer, but these cancer-related effects may take several years to manifest. In this interview with The ASCO Post, Dr. Beheshti discussed how SARS–CoV-2could be a risk factor in cancer development.

Mechanisms of COVID That May Lead to Cancer Development

Reports are starting to emerge about a possible link between the coronavirus and the acceleration of the development of cancers. Is severe SARS–CoV-2 an oncogenic agent? Could the virus be implicated in causing cancer?

All we have right now is preliminary and indirect evidence of a potential causal link between SARS–CoV-2 and cancer. When there is an injury to the body or an infection, there may be short-term cancer-related signals that go up, but they dissipate quickly. What we are seeing in some patients with long COVID is that these cancer-related signals, such as inflammatory factors and mitochondrial dysfunction, are persistent. This makes us hypothesize that SARS–CoV-2 may be an oncogenic type of virus. But if so, we don’t know whether it is an initiator of cancer or a driver of cancer progression.

There is a good study in preprint showing a connection between respiratory viral infections and the awakening of dormant metastatic breast cancer cells in the lungs.3 In this study, the researchers infected mice with SARS–CoV-2 or the influenza virus to understand the mechanisms that disrupt the quiescence of dormant disseminated cancer cells that may lead to metastatic progression. What they found is that both the influenza virus and SARS–CoV-2 increased breast disseminated cancer cell expansion in the lungs after infection. When the researchers expanded their findings to human observational data, they observed that cancer survivors who had contracted SARS–CoV-2 infection had a substantially increased risk of lung metastatic progression and cancer-related death compared with cancer survivors who had not developed SARS–CoV-2.3

So, in a sense, maybe SARS–CoV-2 creates a different landscape in the lungs, in this case, to make the cancer more susceptible to progress or for the dormant cells to become active. My colleague, Kashyap Patel, MD, Chief Executive Officer of Carolina Blood and Cancer Care Associates, is seeing rare and lethal cancers popping up in his patients after they have contracted the coronavirus, so he has a strong suspicion—but no hard evidence—that there is a link between the virus and the development of cancer.1 We are working together to figure out whether the virus is causing dormant tumors to become reactivated, or it is causing an initiation. We want to bring attention to this issue before it’s too late.

Lingering Coronavirus Fragments and Long-Term Immune Responses

Is it possible that the coronavirus, rather than disappearing from the body after it infects an individual, lingers, potentially initiating cancer?

That is one of the concerns in patients who have had long COVID infection. So far, we have not seen the virus replicating in the body 15 or 20 days after infection. But researchers studying the impact of long COVID on the body have found that fragments of SARS–CoV-2 left behind after infection may continue to trigger immune responses.4 Whether that triggers cancer mechanisms is a hypothesis we should look into.

Focusing Research on SARS–CoV-2 and the Risk for Cancer Development

What are you learning about how COVID, especially long COVID, impacts the body in terms of prematurely aging tissue? Could that process spark the development of cancer?

We don’t know the answers to those questions. Emerging evidence has pointed to mitochondrial dysfunction or mitochondria suppression as a potential underpinning mechanism contributing to the persistence of long-COVID symptoms.5 That could mean there is a long-term impact on how cells transform energy.

In cancer development, malignant cells produce energy in a unique way that supports their rapid growth and spread. Known as the Warburg effect, this process could potentially play a role in the increased risk of cancer in patients with long COVID, because their cells may experience changes that make it easier for cancer to develop and thrive.

There is also long-lasting immune activation present in patients with long COVID, which can go on for 2 to 3 years after active infection. We know that consistent upper respiratory inflammation in the body can cause cancer progression.

A lot of the research underway now in long COVID is not yet focused on cancer development and the potential for SARS–CoV-2 to cause cancer, but it’s a question researchers should investigate.

DISCLOSURE: Dr. Beheshti is on the advisory board for Tevogen Bio.

REFERENCES

1. Cha AE: ‘Unusual’ cancers emerged after the pandemic. Doctors ask if covid is to blame. The Washington Post, June 6, 2024.

2. Worldometer: Coronavirus Death Toll. Available at www.worldometers.info/coronavirus/coronavirus-death-toll. Accessed November 18, 2024.

3. Chia SB, Johnson BJ, Hu J, et al: Respiratory viral infection promotes the awakening and outgrowth of dormant metastatic breast cancer cells in lungs. Res Sq [Preprint] rs.3.rs-4210090, 2024.

4. Doctrow B: SARS–CoV-2 fragments may cause problems after infection. National Institutes of Health, February 27, 2024. Available at www.nih.gov/news-events/nih-research-matters/sars-cov-2-fragments-may-cause-problems-after-infection. Accessed November 18, 2024.

5. Molnar T, Lehoczki A, Fekete M, et al: Mitochondrial dysfunction in long COVID: Mechanisms, consequences, and potential therapeutic approaches. GeroScience 46:5267-5286, 2024.

[trans-axolotl]

Image description: [Screenshots of pages from Brilliant Imperfection by Eli Clare. Text reads:

Your Suicide Haunts me.

Bear, it’s been over a decade since you killed yourself, and still I want to howl. I feel anguish and rage rattling down at the bottom of my lungs, pressing against my rib cage. If ever my howling erupts, I will take it to schoolyards and churches, classrooms and prisons, homes where physical and sexual violence lurk as common as mealtime. I know many of us need to wail. Together we could shatter windows, bring bullies and perpetrators to their knees, stop shame in its tracks.

Once a week, maybe once a month, I learn of another suicide. They’re friends of friends, writers and dancers who have bolstered me, activists I’ve sat in meetings with, kids from the high school down the road, coworkers and acquaintances, news stories and Facebook posts. They’re queer, trans, disabled, chronically ill, youth, people of color, poor, survivors of abuse and violence, homeless. They’re too many to count.

Bear, will you call their names with me? It’s become a queer ritual, this calling of the names—all those dead of AIDS and breast cancer, car accidents and suicide, hate violence and shame, overdoses and hearts that just stop beating. The names always begin wave upon wave, names filling conference halls, church basements, city parks. Voices call one after another, overlapping, clustering, then coming apart, a great flock of songbirds, gathering to fly south, wheeling and diving—this cloud of remembrance. Then quiet. I think we’re done, only to have another voice call, then two, then twenty. We fill the air for thirty minutes, an hour, a great flock of names. Tonight, will you sit with me? Because, Bear, I can’t sleep.

I remember your smile, your kindness, your compassionate and fierce politics. I remember our long e-mail conversations about being disabled and trans. I remember a brilliant speech you gave at True Spirit, a trans gathering in Washington, DC. I remember you telling me about how you’d disappear for months at a time when your life became grim, how you’d do anything not to go to a psych hospital again. I remember your handsome Black queer trans disabled working-class self. And then, you were gone.

The details of your death haunt me. You had checked yourself in. You were on suicide watch. I imagine your desperation and suffering. I know racism, transphobia, classism colluded. The nurses and aides didn’t follow their own protocols, not bothering to check on you every fifteen minutes. You were alive and sleeping at 5:00 a.m. and dead at 7:00 a.m.; at least that’s what their records say. Did despair clog your throat, panic coil in your intestines? In those last moments, what lingered on your tongue? I know about your death as fleetingly as your life.

Bear, I’d do almost anything to have you alive here and now, anything to stave off your death. But what did you need then? Drugs that worked? A shrink who listened and was willing to negotiate the terms of your confinement with you? A stronger support system? An end to shame and secrecy? As suffering and injustice twisted together through your body-mind, what did you need?

I could almost embrace cure without ambivalence if it would have sustained your life. But what do I know? Maybe your demons, the roller coaster of your emotional and spiritual self, were so much part of you that cure would have made no sense. You wrote not long before your death, “In a world that separates gender, I have found the ability to balance the blending of supposed opposites. In a world that demonizes non-conformity, I have found the purest spiritual expression in celebrating my otherness.”

Yes, Bear. I know that truth. Your otherness was a beautiful braid— your hard-earned trans manhood looping into your Black self, wrapped in working-class smarts and resilience, woven into disability, threaded with queerness. I saw you last in an elevator at True Spirit. You told me that you were spending the weekend hanging out with trans men of color. I can still see your gleeful smile, sparkling eyes.

Friend, what would have made your life possible with all its aches and sorrows? I ask as someone who has gripped the sheer cliff face of suicide more than once. Calling the names exhausts me. Your death exhausts me. The threat, reality, fact of suicide exhausts me. Its arrival on the back of shame and isolation exhausts me. Bear, will you come sit beside me tonight? I’m too exhausted to sleep.]

From Brilliant Imperfection: Grappling with Cure by Eli Clare, pages 63-64.

This passage has stuck with me since I first read it and I find myself returning over and over, especially in the times I want to be gentle to my grief.

Thought I'd share it with you all right now <3

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Be Prepared for MEgain's Pink Grift

Catherine cannot be the only daughter in law of Saint Diana to survive cancer. I hate to break it to the ladies in this community, but get ready for MEgain to identify as a breast cancer survivor.

No one here wants to see this happen, but we must prepare ourselves for it. She needs a new victimhood shield and what better grift ----to sink even lower---than to fake a cancer diagnosis.

Thus far, she has lived up to the most outrageous predictions including: mythcarriage and threats to unalive herself.

With the help of Sparry and her actress friend (accomplice), her mythcarriage story has changed three (3) times, 3x!!! Why hasn't the press called out their ever changing mythcarriage story? Or the obvious holes in her unaliving lie.?? Or the INVISIBLES whom they have NEVER ever seen? They are content to sell her brand of crazy even when she contradicts herself.

What do you mean, she could never pull THAT off!! This woman inflated & deflated her belly right before our very eyes! The entire world has photographs and video footage of her megnancy fraud but she's the victim.

pap walk outside of pink lotus at least once to raise suspicion

appear on a morning chat program to announce her diagnosis and how she'll be stepping back, not down

steal portions of Angelina Jolie's story and pay to print it in the New York Times

staff will be told not to ask her about treatment but they'll witness her zooming w/holistic healers and a raw food diet

promote herself to charity walks and "celebrity" pink ribbon groups

write a book about how she thrived in the midst of the cold BRF who never acknowledge her illness

"She's capable of anything. "-Sparry

[supermanandloisverse]

Elizabeth Tulloch via Instagram: Thank you again to @saturnawards for such an amazing night. And to @andremakeup & @hellohairbear for glam, the most sparkly dress ever @aliceandolivia @staceybendet, heels @toryburch, skin @theskingirls @vancouvermedicalaesthetician. @suzanne1 for taking great #behindthescenes photos. One of my ride-or-die besties @realbreeturner for being such a fun date. To our FANTASTIC writers and producers and crew without whom this show would never happen. And a special shout-out to our showrunners Todd Helbing and Brent Fletcher who trusted me with the breast cancer storyline last season. And to all of the women I spoke with who were SURVIVORS - I couldn’t have done it without the inspiration and strength I got from hearing your stories. Every single one of you broke my heart and then the stories of your resilience healed it again.

❤️

@jetslay @lostsoulincssea

[survivorgirlpodcast]

Episode 9 with Ronda B from Survivor Girl on Vimeo.

Survivor Girl Podcast welcomes Ronda who shares her incredible story of battling breast cancer and the work she's doing to spread awareness and support. Read more about her great work at tatatuesdays.com

[pentuppen]

Pay No Attention To The Mad Brit Behind The Curtain. (This is just an angsty get it off my chest post in the void of nobody knowing who the heck I am and never being able to make my irl friends understand)

So all this week, I've been feeling a bit...off, unsettled. I've been having trouble sitting down and writing my fics with no earthly idea why. Then it kinda hit me.

This time last year I got diagnosed with breast cancer. Last year was a doozy, I'm a socially inept hermit who had to drag their ass to hospital 4 times a week, an assault survivor who had to grin and bear being poked prodded and exposed to strangers. Chemo was about as much fun as you might expect, and radiotherapy was yet more exposure, discomfort and all around ball achingly boring.

The only thing that gave me any relief was copious amounts of weed and Baldur's Gate 3 finally having a full release. I played that motherfucker like it owed me money, fell in love a couple of times, laughed till I nearly peed and even sniffled a little. It was cathartic as hell and once I was finished I knew I wasn't done!!

I was still feeling pretty sick from chemo and I's just had the remains of my waist length hair shaved off, I was in one of the worst physical and mental places I had been. Then I started composing scenarios in my brain, starring everybodies favourite Vampire. This brain-porn, started to grow substance and meaning to me so much so that I did something I hadn't done in around 7 years. I started to write fic again.

I cannot describe to you, the complete catharsis of finishing that first chapter, and coming back in the morning to find out that people had not only read the words that came out of my mad mad head, but liked it enough to leave comments that made me grin till I felt the top of my head was going to fall off.

It was just meant to be a one shot. But through encouragement and enthusiasm, it turned into a 50 chapter saga that I still can't believe I completed.

That game, and the lovely community that showed love for my work and support for myself were invaluable in getting me through perhaps one of the shittiest diseases in existence. I went from just 'hanging in there' 24/7 and barely feeling human, to being able to get out of bed in the morning and take care of myself, because I had everyone's enthusiasm and love for the story in my head and I had to write!

That meant a lot. More than even my weird words can say.

So, to end this self indulgent ramble that is basically me lancing the still somewhat stingy wound of remembering where I was this time last year...

Thank you Baldurs gate, for inspiring a spark in one sick motherfucker who needed a distraction and got a story that will live on amongst others in my heart.

And thank you to every single person who let me know my writing was worth something to them enough to comment or leave kudos or even make fanart. You guys only have a small idea of how powerful all those small gestures were in getting me through the battlefield and i'll never forget.

Fuck you Cancer. I Won.

And I love you all x

[mistletouchunderthetree]

fun story some of you may not know. i was in a sorority for 3 years in college and our philanthropy was Breast Cancer Education and Awareness. we did tons of fundraising with multiple events each semester, including a think pink week, and the majority of the funds went to the american cancer society and i believe the rest went to bright pink, a breast cancer education org. we handed out pink ribbons on campus and gave people pamphlets on how to self examine your breasts. we had bright pink workshops that taught us warning signs and risk factors and they always featured survivors telling their stories. on top of all this, we had to “fundraise” a certain (quite high, i think around a thousand?) amount each semester (this was on top of dues which i don’t even want to say how expensive those are) which for most of us meant we just had to pay it. anyway! all that and i still didn’t do self exams and didn’t find my lump until i was already stage 3.

the best part? my sisters tried to fundraise for me and our national office for both collegiate and alum groups said sorry we don’t fundraise for individuals 🙃

all this to say. october is the worst and think pink fucking sucks.

[thriveuprising]

I refuse to sink

[high-fructose-lesbianism]

Seeing 3 lesbian movies in the next 14 hours at a film festival. Which also means I have a bit of downtime in between the films. So, what better time to cross Chicken Soup for the Breast Cancer Survivor’s Soul off my list? Hopefully and presumably, this won’t be a chicken soup where I post a snarky comment about basically every story

[wellhealthhub]

What is the very first stage of breast cancer?

Introduction: Unveiling the Complexity of Breast Cancer Breast cancer, a multifaceted ailment affecting numerous individuals annually, stands as a formidable medical challenge. A profound grasp of its various stages is indispensable for accurate diagnostics and efficacious treatment. Within the confines of this discourse, we shall embark on a comprehensive expedition into the intricacies of the…

[amltdaily]

Before last weekend, I had no idea that Gary Mendez’s death and my mom’s had anything to do with each other.

(This is a TV story, I promise. Just stick with me.)

Last week, I had the honor of moderating some panels at ATX TV Festival in Austin, Texas. I love moderating, funneling a ton of preparation and research into what — if I do my job right — becomes a fun and illuminating conversation. One of my panels was titled “TV Screens for Cancer,” and it was sponsored by Hollywood, Health & Society. Despite what might at first glance seem like very grim subject matter, I was really looking forward to the opportunity to ask a bunch of TV writers about the cancer storylines they’d crafted over the years.  

I had a personal reason for wanting in on the discussion, too. My mother, Susan Roots, died in May 2021 from Stage IV breast cancer.

The fact of that sentence, by the way, is still as surreal to me as it was the week she passed. I don’t have much memory of when, in a fog of grief and distracted by funeral arrangements, I contacted ABC publicity to let them know I couldn’t make a prearranged phone interview with A Million Little Things creator/showrunner DJ Nash. I’d covered the show since its start; I vaguely recall being grateful, given the tight timelines related to broadcast finales, that our Season 3 finale call was moved to a time more convenient for me.

The conversation I eventually had with Nash, though, stands out in clear detail in my brain. I sat at my parents’ white kitchen table, wearing a shirt of my mother’s because I hadn’t brought enough clothes with me when I rushed home. I was about to launch into my questions when he gently interrupted.

“Tell me a story about your mom,” he said.

If you’ve had the experience of witnessing a loved one in the terminal phase of an illness, you know how tough it can be to think of any time when your shared lives didn’t revolve around the soul-grinding details, and how hard it is to think about anything else once the person has passed. When to administer morphine. Which hospice nurse is coming today. Which setting on the hospital bed brings the least discomfort. Nash’s kind, simple request delivered me from that for a moment.

I told him about a car ride I’d had as a kid with my mom, her mom and her aunt. The horn malfunctioned while we were on the highway, honking randomly, loudly and with abandon at the unsuspecting drivers all around us. My mom, grandmother and great aunt couldn’t stop laughing. My mom gasped for breath, wiping at her streaming eyes as she tried to hold it together so we didn’t run off the road. I cackled too, partly because the horn really was ridiculous, partly out of the novelty of seeing these three women lose themselves in such unhinged fashion.

Nash listened. He chuckled. When I was done, we went on with the interview as planned. I’ve been lucky to have a lot of great conversations with people who make TV over the years, but that one stands out — even more so now, for reasons I’ll get to in a minute.

For those unfamiliar with A Million Little Things, it was an hour-long drama that ran on ABC for five seasons. It followed a group of friends in Boston. At the end of the series, one of the friends — Gary Mendez (played by James Roday Rodriguez), whose experience as a breast cancer survivor was an integral part of the show — died of lung cancer.

As A Million Little Things’ boss and the arbiter of Gary’s fate, Nash was a great fit for the ATX panel last weekend. He was joined by fellow TV writers Erica Green Swafford (New Amsterdam), Adam Weissman (The Good Doctor) and Stephen Hootstein (Chicago Med), all of whom generously engaged with my questions about how to balance realistic portrayals of cancer and making good TV.

Remember how I said I like to be super-prepared for panels? Nash knocked all of that askew when, in front of the audience, he revealed something he hadn’t shared before.

“There’s a moment in the finale that was put in for you,” he said, referring to our conversation years before. “When Walter says to Rome, ‘Tell me a story about Gary.’”

ATX (which is owned by TVLine’s parent company, PMC) filmed the event, so you can see my surprise in the video at the top of this post. I was touched. I was flummoxed. I turned an even deeper shade of red than I normally do while public speaking. Reporters are taught to cover news, not make themselves the center of it. So while I was (and am!) flattered by Nash’s gesture, it was a little unsettling suddenly to find myself on the other side of things.

Most of all, though, I felt a deep gratitude that my mom’s existence was, in an indirect yet careful way, immortalized in a medium she adored.

When the panel was over, after making Nash swear to me yet again that he was telling the truth about the origin of Walter’s line, I confessed that I’d since stolen his story thing and used it when I didn’t know what to say to someone who was grieving. I recommend it.

So there you go: A brief moment of human connection in an industry that traffics in transactional conversations left us both with something meaningful. And somewhere, my primetime-drama-loving mom is absolutely overjoyed that she’s now a part — however far removed — of TV lore.

[omniblades-and-stars]

fanfic asks L, O, U :3

L:  Which of your fanfics was the most emotionally challenging to write?

Hm, in the short term, I wrote a very short shotgun blast of sad feelings called "Empty". I wrote it one morning shortly after my little brother was diagnosed with breast cancer. But it was emotionally challenging because I was already in a state of very low emotions.

I'd have to say that one of the things I'm working on right now that I have only shared a couple of lines here and a little bit elsewhere is currently the thing that is the most emotionally challenging. It will be dealing a lot with a post-destroy ending Shepard and the PTSD, grief and survivors' guilt that would come along with living through something like that.

O: What are your thoughts on people writing fanfic of your fanfic?

If something I wrote inspired someone to write based of my story, I think I might actually cry. I feel like that would be really special.

U: Is there a pairing you would like to write, but haven’t tried yet.

I would like to write Shepard/Tali and literally anything from Andromeda, pairing or no. Oh, I also think Miranda/Shepard is fértile ground for exploring themes and feelings that are nebulous to me at this very moment because of the brain fog, but I would like to do that sometime.

[star-kissed583]

These are just some head cannons that I thought of for the septic egos. While they may change from time to time-These are some of the main one:

Henrik:

National: German/Jewish

Height: 5 ft 10 in (179.9cm)

Gender: He/him

Sexuality: Gay 🏳️‍🌈 homoromantic

Looks:

light brown hair with few gray strikes,

pasty white skin with freckles around cheeks and nose

Icy blue and grey eyes behind round glasses

Has a tattoo sleeve for both arms

Prosthetic left leg from an accident (maybe I’ll right about it

Pretty muscular form but not too muscular. Just enough

Fun random facts:

Lost his leg when he was 10 years old

Was part of wrestling and track team

Everyone knows he’s a ✨nerd✨ but a handsome 🔥nerd🔥

He used to want to be an astronaut…but after his accident he wanted to be a doctor

More probably will be told later😌

Marvin:

Nationality: French/American

Height: 5 ft 7 in (172.31cm)

Gender: He/they/she (Gender-fluid)

Sexuality: Homoromantic Asexual

Looks:

Long wavy, dirty blond hair

Light tan skin with a small mole by his right eye

Almost violet-blue eyes

Piercing on her belly button and ears.

More lean and skinny figure

Random facts:

Basically started their own clothing line

Best friends with Jackie (known since 8 years old)

Sassy bitch that wears makeup and WILL judge your style

An amazing cook (could beat Gordon Ramsey-but not JJ)

Is a survivor of breast cancer (has small tattoo symbol on side)

More to be known later 🤭

Jackie:

Nationality: Netherlands

Height: 6ft 3in (190.5 cm)

Gender: he/him

Sexuality: pansexual panromantic

Looks:

Long enough dark brown hair to tie in man bun

Baby blue eyes

Big bright smile

But more muscles that Henrik

Has scars a some burn marks—Special scar is the chest scars

Random facts)

Did American football in high school

Definitely doesn’t have ADHD

Transgender (born Female and transitioned to male)

Always wanted to be a police officer-but Marvin says he should get a restraining order for his fashion😌

Bad habit of not caring for himself 😬

More added later-

Chase:

Nationality: probably Mexican/American

Height: 5 ft 6.5 in (169cm)

Gender: He/him

Sexuality: bisexual biromantic

Looks:

Super dark brown hair that’s curly

Light brown skin colour

Chocolate brown eyes

A well built enough figure

Birth mark on his side of the neck

Fun facts:

Played soccer and did track and got the legs of steel😎

Best friend is Henrik and both had trouble speaking English at first

Shitty ex, but got some sweet kids who are his entire world

Dad jokes-lots and lots of dad jokes

Stubborn as hell but who’s to stop him 🤷🏻‍♀️

Anti:

Nationality: Irish/Korean

Height: 5ft 7in (170.7cm)

Gender: He/they

Sexuality: BIG GAY

Looks:

Black hair

Pale ass skin

One green eye and the other is blue

Lean figure but don’t let it fool you…they’re stronggg💪🏼

Piercings and the scar on his neck

Fun facts:

Black belt in martial arts

Owns a motorcycle that he treats like his B A B Y

most definitely not the emo one

Probably works as a spy or assassin 🤷🏻‍♀️

A teddy bear if you’re close to them (JJ)

Loves porcelain, antique teacups. Probably has a shit ton in a furniture

JJ:

Nationality: British/Greek

Height: 5 ft 3in (160.02cm)

Gender: they/he

Sexuality: Demisexual and romantic

Looks:

Black hair

Bright teal/green eyes

Pale skin with freckles all over

Has some scars but don’t ask about them

Fun facts:

They’re an Angel. Don’t mess or upset the Angel or everyone is after you…especially Anti

Wears the most bright pastel colours of the group

Does dance, ballet, ice skating-no judging allowed

Super flexible because they used to be in gymnastics when they were young

Best friends with Anti and under his protection.

Depending on what I’m writing-they’re mute, selective or not, or has powers to think his thoughts to others mind, or other exceptions that may happen depending on the story🤷🏻‍♀️

Basically these may change depending on what I write or draw-but these are basically main ideas I had of these egos! They may change or more will be added😌