Mean Girls wrote:

Additional Information:
Endymion is your typical smart and friendly guy, always willing to lend a hand and help out where he can. He was voted Class President during his sophomore year, and, being the first sophomore to ever hold the title, he worked hard to earn it and his classmates' respect. When different years/classes needed money for a dance, student fairs, food festivals, and field trips, Endymion organizeed fund raising events as best he could, and oftentimes tries to unite the clubs together to work smarter and for everyone's benefit, despite their apparent need to separate into cliques and draw firm boundaries between "their kind" and the rest of the school. All he really wants is for people to get along, to coexist within the school without the politics or the bullying, but all of his efforts never seem to stick!

Sometimes he gets the feeling that he was only voted into his position based on his general likability or, worse, his looks! It's like they don't want to see the change he promised to work towards in his campaigning! 

Really though, now he's nearing the end of his rope. It's his senior year, and he feels the only difference he's made is in getting projects started and finished, not in actual lives, and he's starting to feel a little depressed about it.

 
As a student, Endymion’s favorite class is Advanced Placement physics – he likes the marriage of philosophy with math, and enjoys solving the puzzles and putting equations to work, and can often look deeper into the workings of the world around him through physics. He has to pay close attention in math, enjoys literature, but is absolutely terrible at history. He can remember the stories, just not the names and dates, and has to work hardest in that class to keep up his good grades. His elective classes are computer science, speech and debate, and theater, the latter of which was suggested by the school counselor. He spends his spare time in the Student Council room and Study Hall, working on projects and homework.
Endymion plays Soccer, but during his free time in the off season he splits his free time between hanging out with his friends and working in the community. His adoptive parents are really active with volunteering, and he’ll often help them with their current projects, from homes for the homeless to soup kitchen services. Endymion’s birthparents died on his sixth birthday, and he can’t remember anything about them, but his adoptive parents took him in when he was six, fostering him, and finally adopted him. They are a younger couple, very much still in love, and he is their only child, for now. They are honest and open with him about pretty much everything, and lately have been considering having a child.

Stresses in Endymion’s life primarily revolve around school. He needs to keep his grades up to earn scholarships for college – he wants a full scholarship, so he’s not burdening his parents with the added expenditure of his continued education. He’s starting to think about college, and applying for college, and that’s always confusing and stressful, especially the choices of school and majors. He enjoys Student Council and finds it very rewarding, but the pressure can add some stress to him in particularly active seasons, and soccer can occasionally add some more undue stress, as practice after school occasionally puts a time crunch on his other activities. His stress relievers are his friends, playing soccer for fun, and relaxing outdoors. He always feels a little calmer and more collected when he’s outdoors.

 

 
RP Sample:
Endymion glanced down at his watch again, hurrying as quickly as he could down the crowded hallway, the final bell for the day having rung only moments before. He was late, and as the person who had called this meeting, he wasn’t exactly thrilled. Seeing a small break in the current, he sidestepped into an opening and slid down a connecting corridor, his impressive height giving him advantage over the shorter students. 20 meters against the flow and he would be in the Student Council chambers.
 
10 meters.
 
5 meters.
 
His hand was on the door – “Endymion!” a familiar voice called, and with a grimace to the wall he took a deep breath, put a resigned smile on his face, and turned to face the speaker.