C'mon, Gang!

i. SHAGGY!

SHAGGY RODGERS!
THE BOY WITH THE BIG DOG.

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XVII. TRANS, FTM. VENEZUELAN.
CATHOLIC. GOOD   COOK. WEIRD.
ALWAYS HUNGRY.   FAST-TALKER.
"¡AY, NO PUEDO MAS, SCOOBY!"

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HISTORY!

Shaggy was born in Venezuela, year 2001, making him seventeen as of this year. As poverty increased, and living conditions worsened, Shaggy was sent to America by his parents, who hung back to care for older relatives who weren't living comfortably enough to support themselves on their own.

Moving to America was a huge shift for him. Living in a comfortable and well-off set was totally new to him. He was a scrawny and bony kid, as eating full meals back home was a rarity. His aunt was quick to welcome him with open arms, no less, and he got on well with her sons and daughters.

Around age ten, Shaggy developed horrible anxiety, which resulted in panic attacks, and even nightmares of the shooting sounds popping off alleyways back in Venezuela. It wasn't until he was thirteen that his aunt seemed medical treatment, and only then was he prescribed meds and a therapy dog, (which he named Scooby), to help cope with the weight on his shoulders.

At fifteen, he promptly began to question his identity. He didn't feel quite right in his skin. Being born a Sophia suddenly didn't feel fitting for him; it was almost as though he'd been born in the wrong body. He tried to brush it off as depersonalizing, but it soon became less of a pin dropping in his mind and more of a constant scream in his subconscious.

That's when he fell into drugs. Who'd imagine it? Sophia Rodgers, the quiet girl from out of the country, with shaky English and a big Great Dane puppy always on her heel, dodging third period to smoke with the boys out by the dumpsters behind the history wing.

This was also a time in his life when he fell really hard into his religion, using it almost completely as a rock. He prayed that the crawling in his skin would settle; that perhaps he could stop feeling as though his life were being played from off a screen. But he had no such luck.

After getting caught smoking, and, of course, getting ratted out to his aunt by the principal, he couldn't hold it in any longer. He told her everything.

To say she was enthusiastically accepting would be an overstatement; she was sure to tell him that, really, no matter what, she still loved him, but that the shift definitely overwhelmed her.

It took a few weeks for him to order his first binder, and after that, he was known to the world and his peers as Shaggy Rodgers, shorter hair and a more settled sleep schedule. His skin was hardly quit with the crawling, but part of him felt undoubtedly more at ease. More than he ever had than under influence.

His first week back to school after his suspension, he served a detention; the sort of cherry-on-top for not being shoveled into a police station by administration for smoking on campus grounds. Here, he met Fred Jones, and alongside him, his aptitude for all things tech.

Flooding out the front doors of school for lunch that very day, Fred introduced Shaggy to his friends, Velma and Daphne (whom Shaggy thought were beautiful girls).

A few weeks later, Shaggy was met with a hand on the table in front of him at lunch. Velma's familiar hands slamming down a tour guide pamphlet in the huddle of teens, her voice following suit. "This place is crawling with mysteries," she paused, slowly meeting their eyes.

"Who's in?"

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