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Carlotta Lombardi
BASICS
PSYCHE
HISTORY
R.SHIPS
age
17
d.o.b
February 14thgender
Cis female
nationality
Italian
sexuality
bisexual
grade
junior (repeating a year)
.HairShort, straight raven hair.
.Height5'10. And she's damn proud of it.
.SkinPale and dry skin, riddled with freckles
.Distinguishing featuresA plethora of tattoos and one silver canine tooth. Don't ask.
.Body modsOrigami tattoos on her forearm, a half moon tattooon her upper chest and a triangle tattoo on her back.
.WardrobeVery avant-garde and out there. She likes attention and is incredibly creative, so her outfits often mimic this. She's deadly afraid of leaving the house without makeup on, and would never let anyone see her wearing dirty clothing or - worse - something out of season.
.FaceclaimAlice Pagani
Lottie
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Persona
If fun and abandon could have a name, it would be Carlotta. The person who always seems to bring the party wherever she is. Her “don’t worry, be happy” philosophy allows her to carry on through life with a relaxed, carefree attitude; usually either forgetting her problems altogether, or never facing the root of any issues and moving a superficial but simple conclusion. When (if) the time comes to face said problems face-to-face, her solutions are always the product of a spur-of-the-moment idea, rather than a well-thought-out logical solution. She's a fast and perceptive thinker, able to get out of tricky situations by using what little resources she finds herself with or simply trying to charm her way out. Plans are a foreign subject for her. Most called this reckless, she mostly calls it “street smarts”. As one can imagine, this might make her seem like a very unreliable person. Which is true, to an extent. The girl might run from her responsibilities, but her ability to form deep connections with people means she will never turn her back on those who earn her trust. That is, unless they turn their back on her first.
She cares obsessively about her image, almost to a flaw. Constantly checking on mirrors or any available surface to make sure she's always looking her best. Not because she minds what others think of her, she couldn't care less. The only judgment she's afraid of is her own. She's terrified of looking like her old, decrepit self after the work she put into her healing process. Of waking up and realizing the balding mess with rotten teeth and bitten nails had never truly left. For someone as easily distractible and impatient as Carlotta, it truly is remarkable the amount of work she's able to put into her image. The girl is always looking for something to do, something to keep her occupied. Always craving action and excitement, no matter the consequences.
life
Positives
Charismatic
Friendly
Cunning
Loyal
Resourceful
Creative
Negatives
Absent - minded
Stubborn
Irresponsible
Envious
Impatient
Impulsive
Likes
Clubbing
Fashion
Roller coasters
Fast cars
Horror video games
The drums (only instrument she's good at playing)
Dislikes
Reading
Museums
Churches
Theatre
Competition
Rats
Ailments
She suffers from insomnia, lung complications, addiction, and germophobia
Extra
She always carries a mirror with her
Whistles when she's bored/ it's too silent
She took fencing as a child, so she's good with small swords and quick on her feet
Terrific dancer
Ambition
Fashion design is the only thing that she's truly ever enjoyed and been good at. It's something that she picked up as a young girl whenever her parents would take her to exclusive shows, but it was a path that her family strongly forbid her from following; it could be profitable, but the fashion that Carlotta was interested in was more "out-there" and eccentric than the safe designer pieces that her parents bought on a regular basis. Her family's disapproval of her passions only encouraged her to follow fashion more - eventually leading to a large following on social media. She's also dabbled in acting before - simply out of her love for attention - but she's never been one to care about delving too much into a character, or truly studying a text, and she can't remember lines for the life of her. So, she remained in the drama club, but only as a costume designer.
Clubs
Fashion club and drama club (though she's there for costuming, not acting). Other than that, she sometimes shows up randomly at different clubs just for fun, but doesn't do much in them.
History:
(TW: Mentions of drug use and implied emotional and sexual abuse)
If there’s a word that Carlotta despises above all others, it’s legacy. And man, did her family have some. The Lombardis were an old and very well-respected family. Large houses, high rankings in politics and the corporate world, generations in some of the most prestigious Universities in Italy, lavish parties, polo matches and of course, mountains upon mountains of money. The children were brought up to continue the family legacy of success and excellence. A role Carlotta's siblings were perfectly able to fit in; angelic cherub children with excellent marks and oh-so impressive skills. Areas she more than lacked in. No one in her family ever understood what had happened with their youngest child. What had they done wrong for her to become such a disappointment? They debated and conspired for ages. Yet no one found out why she’d turned out to be so underwhelming for the family’s standards. It didn’t stop them from making her work as hard as her siblings, though. Perhaps her lack of talent for everything they deemed important could be made up through hard work.
The immense pressure to make her parents and the rest of her family proud quickly turned into resentment as Carlotta grew older. And with age came rebellion. If they couldn’t accept her as the disaster she was, then so be it. She refused to give them the satisfaction of molding her into another one of her perfect siblings. She had never cared much for school, so putting in less effort than before wasn’t noticeable enough. She snuck out, skipped school, argued with teachers, went clubbing, smoked, drank, dated people below her social class (and girls! The scandal!). Her attempts to get her parent’s attention and make them see who she really was worked the first couple of years. After a while though, they simply stopped caring. Whenever she acted out, they simply turned their backs and arranged for her to be taken to some troubled teen camp, or troubled youth center, or religious organization. Anything to get her out of their hair while they focused on their own careers and those of their more favored children. Only, it didn't work. She doubled down, her actions becoming more and more extreme against the wishes of those around her. Extremes, eventually, lead her to him.
It was shortly after her family had the brilliant idea of moving to the United States (something to do with business ventures, or someone wanting her father dead following some shady transactions... she didn't really pay attention and, frankly, didn't care to ask). She'd snuck out to a rave at one of L.A's hottest clubs - eager to check out the scene and see what trouble she could get herself into. He'd been there too, of course. Others avoided him like a plague, with his grungy appearance and horrible breath. Nothing could be said about his manners either. He was rude, brash, aggressive, and downright disgusting towards the other women. Carlotta, however, was fascinated. "Another way to give my parents heart attacks!" she'd thought. He told her he was a free spirit, a nomad who’d given away all earthly bothers and learned to sail away as nature intended. They had so many things in common. Their distaste for authority, their hatred towards traditions and societal norms, and their love of all things forbidden. They’d exchanged names (his was Leo), stories, and, eventually, he shared his secret. The hidden tool that would take away all her worries, all the pressures to conform, all insignificant problems she’d come to the club to forget. When the needle pierced her skin, his words proved to be true.
She can’t remember how they ended up living together. Waking up next to him on the small, humid mattress became less of an accident and more of a routine. Well, when she woke up on a mattress. After a while, sleeping on anything but the floor was a novelty. Leo had a tiny apartment in a section of Los Angeles Carlottahad never even heard about before, much less knew how to find. In the moments of clarity, the few moments when her brain wasn’t completely clouded by the substance, she would take note of her surroundings. From the decrepit mold-filled walls, to the hordes of bottles and broken needles strewn all over the floor, to the ever-lasting smell of vomit and putrefaction. She knew it was hell-on-earth, that she had gone too far. But what could she do? Leo always reminded her, holding her down when she tried her hardest to leave. Her family didn’t want her before, would they want her as a dirty junkie? He was right. Not even she could stand her gruesomely corrupted self, how could she expect anyone else to? No, it was better to stay there. With him. Her friend. Her lover (that part had always been hazy to her. Were the sensations of pure disgust and shame because she’d been with him? Or simply caused by the rats who often liked to crawl on her and nip on her dead skin?). So she stayed. A voice inside her head telling her how disgusted she was in herself, how terrified she was, how much she just wanted to go back to the way things were. But that voice was easy to shut off.
Her siblings had been looking for her, or so she’d heard from the police after they’d raided that god-awful apartment. That was the only reason they’d found her. Leo had left her behind, muttering that he would have to find someone else as he picked up his stash and fled. They’d been worried sick, thinking she’d been murdered, or worse. Their parents hadn’t cared much, other than a couple of sad looks whenever they were asked by anyone outside the family offering their sympathy. Her sister would tell her that their financing of the investigation showed how much they truly loved her, but Carlotta never believed it. Despite her hatred for who she’d become, she had put some resistance when they’d sent her to a rehabilitation center. She didn’t need some doctors and group therapy sessions to share sob stories. She was fine! Truly fine. Now that Leo was gone, she would have no problem quitting. Fortunately, neither the professionals nor her siblings believed her, and she was sent to the program soon after. A program from which she’d emerged a cleaner, saner woman. Ready to go back into her normal life, finish her education, and follow her dreams of a prosperous career in the fashion industry.Though she could never shake what she’d gone through from her mind. And the ever prevalent fear of falling back was one she knew would likely never go away.
Friends & lovers
Damien Slater | Boyfriend (?)
They were dating, and then they weren't. Then they were dating again, and then they weren't, again. And again, and again, and again to the point that the entire school is more than aware of their antics. What began as nothing but "sex for sex's sake" turned into what neither of them could ever imagine - an actual relationship. A weird, wild, kind of toxic, relationship. She tries her best to annoy him as much as possible, and she could swear he does the same to get under her nerves. It's fun, and she likes it. Though she can't help but wonder if her tendency to choose someone that reminds her so much of the most destructive relationship of her life will lead to trouble, or if it's a sign that it's all that she'll ever be destined for... oh well, at least he's hot!
Ava Sanders| Friend
One of the only people that will constantly deal with the annoying presence is a bored Carlotta. She loves finding new ways to rile her up, and could spend hours watching her rage over video games. So, yes, all things considered, they're pretty good friends.
Sabrina Winterson| Ride or die
The only person to leave Carlotta speechless, and the person she trusts the most in the whole wide world. There isn't a thing that the two haven't done together and not a day that they haven't spent either in detention or breaking the other out of detention. Sabrina is the first person Carlotta would call if she ever wanted to rob a bank, even though she knows that the two of them working together would likely lead to disaster.
Irvine Cabot (25) | Brother
"If I ever wondered what my father's boots taste like, I'd ask him."
Spineless and obedient, Irvine always sought to make his parents proud, no matter what. He craved acceptance more than he craved air, and he enjoyed being pampered and doted after by his happy family. He always felt some resentment towards his youngest sister for being so rebellious, but he had to admit it felt good seeing as she was reprimanded for breaking the rules while his stood with his sense of superiority. When she disappeared, he followed the search. More out of concern of her coming back than concern for her well-being. He loved her, of course. Just not when she was spoiling the family name with her antics. Needless to say, he wasn't the very least surprised when they found her where they did.
other.
Petra Wolff | Sworn enemy
Petra represents everything that Carlotta hates: propriety, authority, rules, etiquette, tradition, perfectionism, et cetera, et cetera. She sees her as the most uninteresting bootlicker the world has ever seen. But as much as she would like to deny it, a big part of said hatred comes from her own insecurities. And the pain of seeing someone so effortlessly embody the person that her family pushed her to become for so long - the perfect girl that she simply wasn't good enough to be.
idk (idk) | Idk
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...when I lost my grip and I hit the floor
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