Bad Girlz INC
The “Bad Girlz” (as they call themselves) are a clique of the most widely derided weirdo alt-girls of the small Northeastern US town of Gravydale. Individual traits aside, any girl dumb enough to let herself be associated with them develops an instantly negative social credit score. Parents lose sleep at the thought of one of them being brought to their home, slung drunkenly around an unwitting son’s arm. Business owners get 911 on the line as soon as their cacophonous bickering enters earshot. Schools don’t worry about them because like hell they’d ever show up in one.

If Erin cares about anything in the world, it’s being hot and getting respect. She’ll do whatever it takes to get under the skin of anyone that tries to control her (especially her wealthy parents, whom she still lives with), but her anti-authoritarian streak doesn’t stop her from bringing the whip down on her friends either. In a last-ditch effort to force some responsibility into her, her folks always have her working some shitty retail position or other entry-level gig. Because of this, Erin has the most disposable income of the crew. So no matter how bossy she gets, she calls the shots by default, and they all secretly know that.

Gwen likes stupid risks and cheap thrills in any form she can get them. She goes fast, eats trash, and has more concussions than good ideas. She lives in the same trailer park she was born in - well versed in making fun for the group on the cheap and constantly seeking any excuse she can to escape the boredom of her homelife. While her mouth makes a lot of noise, her cheeks can get even louder when she wants them to.

Jeannette is a foreign exchange student from France, and isn’t exactly a credit to her homeland. Her permanently rampaging hormones and deep obsession with romance have led to more pent-up urges than even her giant body can contain, compelling her to bump her impotent rope of a cock against anyone (or sometimes anything) she can get close to. Despite this desperation, she usually manages an air of cool sultriness and intrigue - hiding her intentions behind romantic posturing and a faux-intellectual interest in all things paranormal and morbid.

Stella comes from a strange and sheltered upbringing, having survived the boredom largely through access to library manga and whatever anime she could find through her school internet. Even with so many friends, a lifelong adoration of early 2000s weeaboo culture remains hard-coded into her social skills, combining with her energetic and outgoing nature to create a perfect storm of secondhand embarrassment. Luckily, her impenetrable optimism blinds her to all shame or fear of rejection. She even sews her own clothing: a wardrobe of eccentric cosplay and lolita fashions that even her most ruthless peers could admit to finding impressive.

Amy is every bit as much as an anime freak as Stella - though she could only wish to be half as outgoing. Even the most trivial social interactions seem to paralyze her with terror, unwittingly causing her to don a stoic, silent glare that most potential friends read as a warning of imminent death. Even years of weightlifting to be as ripped and badass as Kenshiro and untold time spent on developing cool, gothic fashions have failed to bring her the affection she so deeply desires - in fact only giving her a more imposing appearance.She thanks her luck every day that a circle of pretty (?) girls started dragging her around as their “muscle”, if only to take advantage of all the terrifying and baseless rumors surrounding her for their own gain.

Lizzy bears the curse of intellect, and thus suffers more for her friends’ stupidity than they do. Naturally compassionate and deeply interested in the fields of technology and chemistry, her gothic style and jadedness developed purely as a reflection of her frustrations with the putrid, cruel world around her - but all that came of it was her being lumped in with the other “Bad Girlz” whether she liked it or not. But friends are friends, and so she constantly fights an uphill battle to keep them from getting spitroasted by club bouncers or buttfucked by junkyard dogs. Though more likely, they simply pester her to help them evade social media bans and get cumstains out of their Tripp pants.