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harper queen
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about her:
❀ name: harper lynn queen
❀ nickname: harp
❀ age: twenty-two
❀ occupation: video editor and writer
❀ gender: female
❀ sexuality: heterosexual
❀ stereotype: shy nerd/geek
❀ face claim: Emily Bett Rickards
❀ height: five foot five inches
❀ weight: one-hundred and twenty-one pounds
❀ hair: blonde/pink-purple
❀ eyes: blue
❀ body figure: slim
❀ distinguishing features: on the left side of her collarbone
❀ nickname: harp
❀ age: twenty-two
❀ occupation: video editor and writer
❀ gender: female
❀ sexuality: heterosexual
❀ stereotype: shy nerd/geek
❀ face claim: Emily Bett Rickards
❀ height: five foot five inches
❀ weight: one-hundred and twenty-one pounds
❀ hair: blonde/pink-purple
❀ eyes: blue
❀ body figure: slim
❀ distinguishing features: on the left side of her collarbone
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personality:
❀ likes: disney, music covers, coffee, fanfiction
❀ dislikes: cheesy scenes, crappy editing jobs, bugs, sleeping pills
❀ strengths: work ethic, kindhearted, optimistic, loyal
❀ weaknesses: babbling, perfectionist, work ethic, stubborn
❀ Harper is the kind of girl who you might stay away from. Especially if you first see her when she has her hair dyed it's pink and purple mix. She's a unique girl whose had to reinvent herself to become someone she wants to be. Once you actually talk to her, she's a real sweetheart. She gets excited over the smallest of things, though one of the easiest ways to befriend her is to talk about Disney. She's a giant Disney Nerd and is proud of it.
She loves what she does and takes pride in a job well done, but sometimes she can go too far. She's a perfectionist and an extreme coffee addict. Once she starts on a project it has to be completed and it has to be perfect. Nothing more, nothing less. While she normally understands her limits, once she gets sucked into a particularly interesting project, she's gone. No matter who tries to talk her out of her zone, she ignores them, focusing on what's in front of her and chugging what is most likely a dangerous amount of coffee.
❀ dislikes: cheesy scenes, crappy editing jobs, bugs, sleeping pills
❀ strengths: work ethic, kindhearted, optimistic, loyal
❀ weaknesses: babbling, perfectionist, work ethic, stubborn
❀ Harper is the kind of girl who you might stay away from. Especially if you first see her when she has her hair dyed it's pink and purple mix. She's a unique girl whose had to reinvent herself to become someone she wants to be. Once you actually talk to her, she's a real sweetheart. She gets excited over the smallest of things, though one of the easiest ways to befriend her is to talk about Disney. She's a giant Disney Nerd and is proud of it.
She loves what she does and takes pride in a job well done, but sometimes she can go too far. She's a perfectionist and an extreme coffee addict. Once she starts on a project it has to be completed and it has to be perfect. Nothing more, nothing less. While she normally understands her limits, once she gets sucked into a particularly interesting project, she's gone. No matter who tries to talk her out of her zone, she ignores them, focusing on what's in front of her and chugging what is most likely a dangerous amount of coffee.
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her story:
❀ Born to a runaway father and a woman who died in childbirth, the hospital Harper was born in wasn't quite sure what to name her. The nurse that had taken care of her mother was an older woman who never had a daughter of her own, but had always wanted to use the name, named her for the birth certificate, but there was still the issue of her last name. Knowing that once they'd gone over her health they'd be sending her to an orphanage, they left the decision to the staff there.
Once there, the staff named her Harper Lynn, and passed on the information to the hospital before putting her information in the computer to try and find her a foster home. The staff originally thought it wouldn't take too long for the baby to find a home, seeing as newborns never lasted long. This time, however, they were wrong. Harper was still there after a year had passed. The staff was shocked. Every family that had come to see the baby left without her. They couldn't properly give a reason as to why they didn't want her, but they knew that they didn't. The staff was flabbergasted, but could do nothing but take care of her. So Harper spent the first seventeen years of her life as a ward of the state.
She went in and out of a few homes, but was never there for longer than a week or two before returning to the orphanage. This led of course to her being a bit of a lonely child, but she didn't mind too much. She had her books and her writing and her music. In her free time Harper would lose herself in listening to multiple genres of music while she read or wrote out fantastical stories. She was and always has been a Disney Nerd, and while she knew in reality there was no real happily ever after, she still dreamed of having a life like a princess. Or maybe Mulan.
She was fifteen, almost sixteen when she spent the longest amount of time in a foster home. She was there for almost a month. Harper always tried to mind her own business despite her kindness and lack of brain to mouth filter which often got her in a bit of trouble. She was in her sophomore year of high school and spent most of her time after school in the computer lab typing up her stories or editing terrible music videos she'd found online.
As the normal for her, she'd kept to herself while at school and the groups 'popular' crowd had decided they had had enough of the town's adopted mute girl. The girls were a mix of sixteen and seventeen years old, and thought quite highly of themselves due to their parents connections among each other and throughout the town. Everyone in town knew that she was adopted and didn't hide their aversion towards her and Harper couldn't really bring herself to care. On this particular day, she was ambushed. She'd been sitting in the back of the computer lab in her regular seat in the corner with headphones on while she worked, clicking and typing away at her newest edited mashup video, lost in her own world when she realized she was surrounded.
At first she couldn't make out what they were saying, so she took off the headphones and gave them a curious look, only to be grabbed by multiple hands and dragged away from the computer. All Harper knew then were the hands on her arms and the fists in her blonde hair. She cried out and screamed and kicked and threw her hands around, knocking over multiple chairs and crashing into multiple desks, but it was no use. There was no one nearby to hear her and she was outnumbered. To this day, Harper still doesn't fully remember what happened next, due to the extreme actions of foolish young girls.
Harper was dragged into the nearest bathroom and was held down by four girls while two others stood side by side in front of her. One held a half full bottle of pills and the other held a bottle of water. The girls worked together and quickly opened Harper's mouth and the first began stuffing her mouth full of pills while the second poured in water before closing Harper's mouth and covering her nose so she couldn't breath and would be forced to swallow. This was repeated twice more before they ran out of water. Harper was released and she fell to the floor in a heap, while her tormentors laughed at her passed out form and quickly fled the bathroom.
It wasn't long after when she was found by the janitor who had come to clean the bathroom. He'd panicked and quickly called 911 and Harper was rushed to the hospital. Her foster family and Harper's case worker had been called to the hospital where it was announced that Harper had overdosed on sleeping pills, but they'd gotten to her in time. They were all shocked. They hadn't thought of Harper as the type to turn to drugs and suicide. She was quiet, but she'd seemed content or at least happy. And they had no idea where she'd even gotten the pills. Her caseworker was horrified and immediately began the paperwork to remove Harper from the home she was in. The woman knew it would be better for the young girl to be away from such an area.
A few weeks later she was released from the hospital and moved back to the orphanage where she was now determined to stay. She was put in therapy but refused to actually talk about what happened. She found a way to work through it on her own, even if it wasn't too healthy. She buried herself in writing and creating videos which she sold to excited buyers online to make some money. As the next two years passed in her new high school, she wrote down what she remembered of the experience and her feelings about it in her journal, never letting anyone see it but herself. Based on the fact that she seemed fine and nothing had really changed in her personality, she was able to stop going to therapy.
By the time Harper was eighteen she felt that she was over the incident. She'd scoured the internet doing research about how to overcome trauma and Harper felt that she'd done that. She'd searched for any resource available and believed herself to be "recovered" even though she was still listed in her file as possibly suicidal. She didn't let that stop her. On her eighteenth birthday she'd left her room at the orphanage early in the morning and came back mid afternoon with her mid-back length hair in two braids, dyed a mix of pastel pink and purple and a new name.
Harper Lynn Queen.
That was her name now. To finally become the woman she needed to be, the eighteen-year old took herself into her own hands. She needed to make a new look for herself and that was easily done. But it wasn't just that, she needed to become someone else. So she named herself Queen, because she was one. Everyone she'd known at the orphanage was shocked, but with her new name and look came bright smiles to everyone and they were glad to see that she was still Harper. So with their blessings she packed up belongings and made sure all her editing equipment that she'd bought with money from selling her edits and pieces of work and moved into a small apartment in the nearest city.
She'd been on her own for six months so far and Harper was thriving. Being free to do nothing but work on what she wanted, the young woman was free to unleash her creativity and share it with the world. In no time she was making a name for herself. Her editing jobs were known by many and those that didn't know who was behind the job, wanted to know her. Her scenes were getting plenty of attention, and tons of writers wanted her to contribute in projects and offer her opinion on a script. She was doing well for herself. Harper Queen was making a name for herself in the world and her face was everywhere.
That's when Marianne and Douglas Wright found her. They were a wealthy couple who had long ago lost their twenty year old daughter and assumed she was dead. They were correct. They just didn't know that their daughter had died during child birth.
The second they saw Harper's face, even with her colored hair, they knew she was their granddaughter. Quickly they sent out an investigator to get in contact with her and invite her to their home under the guise of offering her a high paying job. The man did just that, and intrigued by the possibility of such a job he described, Harper agreed to a meeting. She packed a bag and rented a hotel room for a couple of days and set out to meet the couple only to have her world turn.
They were nice, but Harper wished they weren't. It wasn't that she didn't like her...grandparents, it's just that they tried to coddle her. She wasn't a baby. Not anymore. She was almost twenty years old and was doing well in the world, making a life for herself. She had a flourishing career in editing and made a good amount of extra money in writing scenes for movies and music videos. She didn't want to be spoiled. She'd worked hard for what she had, and she didn't want that to be diminished.
In short, she didn't take well to their attempts to be a family. They wanted her to move in with them and work no longer. They wanted to train her to be the perfect heiress to their fortune but she refused. It took a little while but they were able to come to an agreement of sorts. Harper would move to their state to be closer to her grandparents, but she would have her own lavish apartment that she paid for on her own. Her grandparents agreed, but made sure she had a generous bank account to withdraw from to help pay for her bills. She grit her teeth and bore it.
She's twenty-two now and actually enjoying her life. It was on a random thought that she made her first. and hopefully only, withdrawal from the account her grandparents set up. Figuring it would be better to settle things from the past, she looked up as many of her former classmates as possible and sent them an invite to a summer reunion cruise. She'd rented a giant yacht for the summer and hoped that people would be willing to come have fun. At least for nothing other than the all expense paid trip.
Once there, the staff named her Harper Lynn, and passed on the information to the hospital before putting her information in the computer to try and find her a foster home. The staff originally thought it wouldn't take too long for the baby to find a home, seeing as newborns never lasted long. This time, however, they were wrong. Harper was still there after a year had passed. The staff was shocked. Every family that had come to see the baby left without her. They couldn't properly give a reason as to why they didn't want her, but they knew that they didn't. The staff was flabbergasted, but could do nothing but take care of her. So Harper spent the first seventeen years of her life as a ward of the state.
She went in and out of a few homes, but was never there for longer than a week or two before returning to the orphanage. This led of course to her being a bit of a lonely child, but she didn't mind too much. She had her books and her writing and her music. In her free time Harper would lose herself in listening to multiple genres of music while she read or wrote out fantastical stories. She was and always has been a Disney Nerd, and while she knew in reality there was no real happily ever after, she still dreamed of having a life like a princess. Or maybe Mulan.
She was fifteen, almost sixteen when she spent the longest amount of time in a foster home. She was there for almost a month. Harper always tried to mind her own business despite her kindness and lack of brain to mouth filter which often got her in a bit of trouble. She was in her sophomore year of high school and spent most of her time after school in the computer lab typing up her stories or editing terrible music videos she'd found online.
As the normal for her, she'd kept to herself while at school and the groups 'popular' crowd had decided they had had enough of the town's adopted mute girl. The girls were a mix of sixteen and seventeen years old, and thought quite highly of themselves due to their parents connections among each other and throughout the town. Everyone in town knew that she was adopted and didn't hide their aversion towards her and Harper couldn't really bring herself to care. On this particular day, she was ambushed. She'd been sitting in the back of the computer lab in her regular seat in the corner with headphones on while she worked, clicking and typing away at her newest edited mashup video, lost in her own world when she realized she was surrounded.
At first she couldn't make out what they were saying, so she took off the headphones and gave them a curious look, only to be grabbed by multiple hands and dragged away from the computer. All Harper knew then were the hands on her arms and the fists in her blonde hair. She cried out and screamed and kicked and threw her hands around, knocking over multiple chairs and crashing into multiple desks, but it was no use. There was no one nearby to hear her and she was outnumbered. To this day, Harper still doesn't fully remember what happened next, due to the extreme actions of foolish young girls.
Harper was dragged into the nearest bathroom and was held down by four girls while two others stood side by side in front of her. One held a half full bottle of pills and the other held a bottle of water. The girls worked together and quickly opened Harper's mouth and the first began stuffing her mouth full of pills while the second poured in water before closing Harper's mouth and covering her nose so she couldn't breath and would be forced to swallow. This was repeated twice more before they ran out of water. Harper was released and she fell to the floor in a heap, while her tormentors laughed at her passed out form and quickly fled the bathroom.
It wasn't long after when she was found by the janitor who had come to clean the bathroom. He'd panicked and quickly called 911 and Harper was rushed to the hospital. Her foster family and Harper's case worker had been called to the hospital where it was announced that Harper had overdosed on sleeping pills, but they'd gotten to her in time. They were all shocked. They hadn't thought of Harper as the type to turn to drugs and suicide. She was quiet, but she'd seemed content or at least happy. And they had no idea where she'd even gotten the pills. Her caseworker was horrified and immediately began the paperwork to remove Harper from the home she was in. The woman knew it would be better for the young girl to be away from such an area.
A few weeks later she was released from the hospital and moved back to the orphanage where she was now determined to stay. She was put in therapy but refused to actually talk about what happened. She found a way to work through it on her own, even if it wasn't too healthy. She buried herself in writing and creating videos which she sold to excited buyers online to make some money. As the next two years passed in her new high school, she wrote down what she remembered of the experience and her feelings about it in her journal, never letting anyone see it but herself. Based on the fact that she seemed fine and nothing had really changed in her personality, she was able to stop going to therapy.
By the time Harper was eighteen she felt that she was over the incident. She'd scoured the internet doing research about how to overcome trauma and Harper felt that she'd done that. She'd searched for any resource available and believed herself to be "recovered" even though she was still listed in her file as possibly suicidal. She didn't let that stop her. On her eighteenth birthday she'd left her room at the orphanage early in the morning and came back mid afternoon with her mid-back length hair in two braids, dyed a mix of pastel pink and purple and a new name.
Harper Lynn Queen.
That was her name now. To finally become the woman she needed to be, the eighteen-year old took herself into her own hands. She needed to make a new look for herself and that was easily done. But it wasn't just that, she needed to become someone else. So she named herself Queen, because she was one. Everyone she'd known at the orphanage was shocked, but with her new name and look came bright smiles to everyone and they were glad to see that she was still Harper. So with their blessings she packed up belongings and made sure all her editing equipment that she'd bought with money from selling her edits and pieces of work and moved into a small apartment in the nearest city.
She'd been on her own for six months so far and Harper was thriving. Being free to do nothing but work on what she wanted, the young woman was free to unleash her creativity and share it with the world. In no time she was making a name for herself. Her editing jobs were known by many and those that didn't know who was behind the job, wanted to know her. Her scenes were getting plenty of attention, and tons of writers wanted her to contribute in projects and offer her opinion on a script. She was doing well for herself. Harper Queen was making a name for herself in the world and her face was everywhere.
That's when Marianne and Douglas Wright found her. They were a wealthy couple who had long ago lost their twenty year old daughter and assumed she was dead. They were correct. They just didn't know that their daughter had died during child birth.
The second they saw Harper's face, even with her colored hair, they knew she was their granddaughter. Quickly they sent out an investigator to get in contact with her and invite her to their home under the guise of offering her a high paying job. The man did just that, and intrigued by the possibility of such a job he described, Harper agreed to a meeting. She packed a bag and rented a hotel room for a couple of days and set out to meet the couple only to have her world turn.
They were nice, but Harper wished they weren't. It wasn't that she didn't like her...grandparents, it's just that they tried to coddle her. She wasn't a baby. Not anymore. She was almost twenty years old and was doing well in the world, making a life for herself. She had a flourishing career in editing and made a good amount of extra money in writing scenes for movies and music videos. She didn't want to be spoiled. She'd worked hard for what she had, and she didn't want that to be diminished.
In short, she didn't take well to their attempts to be a family. They wanted her to move in with them and work no longer. They wanted to train her to be the perfect heiress to their fortune but she refused. It took a little while but they were able to come to an agreement of sorts. Harper would move to their state to be closer to her grandparents, but she would have her own lavish apartment that she paid for on her own. Her grandparents agreed, but made sure she had a generous bank account to withdraw from to help pay for her bills. She grit her teeth and bore it.
She's twenty-two now and actually enjoying her life. It was on a random thought that she made her first. and hopefully only, withdrawal from the account her grandparents set up. Figuring it would be better to settle things from the past, she looked up as many of her former classmates as possible and sent them an invite to a summer reunion cruise. She'd rented a giant yacht for the summer and hoped that people would be willing to come have fun. At least for nothing other than the all expense paid trip.
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relationships:
❀ to be added soon
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❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Mercedes Ryan
About Her:
"Music is the strongest form of magic."
Name: Mercedes Ryan
Nickname: Sadie
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
HS 'Stereotype': Outcast
Face Claim: Taylor Momsen
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
-Performing
-The 'smoky eye' look
-Jewelry
Dislikes:
-People who have to be the smartest
-Rap [most of it]
-Smoking
Strengths:
-Her Voice
-Her Honesty
-Her bravery [except when it comes to bees]
Weaknesses:
-Impatient
-Impulsive
-Blunt [goes with honesty; sometimes she can be mean about it]
-Performing
-The 'smoky eye' look
-Jewelry
Dislikes:
-People who have to be the smartest
-Rap [most of it]
-Smoking
Strengths:
-Her Voice
-Her Honesty
-Her bravery [except when it comes to bees]
Weaknesses:
-Impatient
-Impulsive
-Blunt [goes with honesty; sometimes she can be mean about it]
Personality/Bio:
Personality:
Sadie does take medication to keep her from going off the edge, and if she's not on that medication, she can be a real pain. She swings back and forth from being on top of the world, nothing can bring her down, to the meanest bitch you'll ever meet. She uses anything she can against you, even if its a low blow, just because she wants to fight. Thankfully, she's on medication that works for her now and has been for years. On her medication, Sadie is definitely someone you want to be around. She's sweet and funny, and loves to laugh. She is a brave soul, and will talk to anybody. She isn't judgmental, and she's got a heart of gold. She is an honest person, but sometimes that honesty can come off blunt and rude. She never means to be that way, it just... happens.
Bio:
Sadie lost her father when she was just a chid, and it affected her in ways beyond what her mother could see. Her mother taught at a local high school, but it was hard for her to admit that her daughter was having troubles. Without any siblings to bounce off of and with being so young with her father died, Sadie withdrew into herself. It wasn't until she was in middle school that her counselor pointed out she may need to see a psychiatrist. So her mother took her, and it turned out Sadie was clinically depressed. She was put on medication, and at first Sadie would fight with her mother, not wanting to take them. Or she would take them and then stop when she 'felt better'. Or she'd simply hide them.
Fast forward through the end of middle school and her first year of high school. Her mood swings got worse, and her mother took her back to the doctor. The fighting was worse; Sadie would throw things and kick things in anger, or her mood could shift and she'd be your best friend. Turns out Sadie is bipolar. Once she got on a medication regimen that worked for her, she evened out. She started taking choir classes in sophomore year, and easily made it to the top of her class. She became well known around the school for her voice, and even those who she didn't know would come up to her and make it a point to have a conversation with her.
She found that she liked the attention. She made it into the chorus classes you had to audition for junior and senior year, and her popularity grew. She was never one of those means girls, just a girl everybody knew. Graduation came around and Sadie started community college, but it wasn't her thing. She is smart, but her passion lies in singing. She made a demo with the help of her mom, and spread it around as much as she could. Finally a recording company heard her voice and loved her. Now she's released a full CD, and her manager thought taking some time off would be good for her.
Sadie does take medication to keep her from going off the edge, and if she's not on that medication, she can be a real pain. She swings back and forth from being on top of the world, nothing can bring her down, to the meanest bitch you'll ever meet. She uses anything she can against you, even if its a low blow, just because she wants to fight. Thankfully, she's on medication that works for her now and has been for years. On her medication, Sadie is definitely someone you want to be around. She's sweet and funny, and loves to laugh. She is a brave soul, and will talk to anybody. She isn't judgmental, and she's got a heart of gold. She is an honest person, but sometimes that honesty can come off blunt and rude. She never means to be that way, it just... happens.
Bio:
Sadie lost her father when she was just a chid, and it affected her in ways beyond what her mother could see. Her mother taught at a local high school, but it was hard for her to admit that her daughter was having troubles. Without any siblings to bounce off of and with being so young with her father died, Sadie withdrew into herself. It wasn't until she was in middle school that her counselor pointed out she may need to see a psychiatrist. So her mother took her, and it turned out Sadie was clinically depressed. She was put on medication, and at first Sadie would fight with her mother, not wanting to take them. Or she would take them and then stop when she 'felt better'. Or she'd simply hide them.
Fast forward through the end of middle school and her first year of high school. Her mood swings got worse, and her mother took her back to the doctor. The fighting was worse; Sadie would throw things and kick things in anger, or her mood could shift and she'd be your best friend. Turns out Sadie is bipolar. Once she got on a medication regimen that worked for her, she evened out. She started taking choir classes in sophomore year, and easily made it to the top of her class. She became well known around the school for her voice, and even those who she didn't know would come up to her and make it a point to have a conversation with her.
She found that she liked the attention. She made it into the chorus classes you had to audition for junior and senior year, and her popularity grew. She was never one of those means girls, just a girl everybody knew. Graduation came around and Sadie started community college, but it wasn't her thing. She is smart, but her passion lies in singing. She made a demo with the help of her mom, and spread it around as much as she could. Finally a recording company heard her voice and loved her. Now she's released a full CD, and her manager thought taking some time off would be good for her.
Physical:
Eyes Color: Gray/Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Height/Weight: 5'6 / 130lbs
Body Type: Slim to Curvy
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Quite a few piercings on her ears, tongue, both sides of her nose, belly button / Tattoo of a microphone on her left leg, and a lily on her back
Hair Color: Blonde
Height/Weight: 5'6 / 130lbs
Body Type: Slim to Curvy
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Quite a few piercings on her ears, tongue, both sides of her nose, belly button / Tattoo of a microphone on her left leg, and a lily on her back
Relationships:
Relationships:
N/A
N/A
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Bad Bunny
Soy peor
Name Benito Antonio
Nickname Bad Bunny
Age 24
Gender male
Sexuality straight
Stereotype rich flexer
Eye color brown
Hair color black
Height 6ft 1
Weight 154
National Puerto Rico
Body type slim
Tattoos none
Personality flexes his money by buying all Gucci Jordan clout and all designer
Nickname Bad Bunny
Age 24
Gender male
Sexuality straight
Stereotype rich flexer
Eye color brown
Hair color black
Height 6ft 1
Weight 154
National Puerto Rico
Body type slim
Tattoos none
Personality flexes his money by buying all Gucci Jordan clout and all designer
Attachments
erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
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Dion Reynolds
Name:
Dion Reynolds
Age:
25
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Pansexual
HS 'stereotype':
Playboy
Face Claim:
Ash Hudson
Eye Color:
Black
Hair Color:
Black
Height/Weight:
6’2 & 193
Body Type:
Lean & Athletic
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.
Earlobe piercings | Tongue ring
Likes: [3+]
Parties | Sex | Traveling | Fast cars | Wine | Cats | Good food | Rap music | Dancing
Dislikes: [3+]
Dogs | Beer | Hypocrisy | Bitter foods | Cheap things
Strengths: [3+]
Creative | Strong-willed | Intelligent | Laid-back
Weaknesses: [3+]
Manipulative | Stubborn | Lustful | Materialistic
Relationships: N/A [until accepted]
Personality:
W.I.P
Bio:
W.I.P
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Pastry
spiritually disconnected
Fucking Love this character.
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- some vices, , , , , Excessive Jealousy, Competitive, Unforgiving.
Enzo's personality... Being the child of two, the "More Successful one." He strives for excellence and perfection, he really isn't. He gets Jealous quickly and easily, he's competitive when it comes to grades, sports, almost anything. He does enjoy having style and being different then the group. Munoz is a flirty, teasing individual, but when it comes to relationships... He's almost like a whole different man, messing with him isn't a good thing. He doesn't discipline himself, which did lead him to Smoking and a bit of Alcohol drinking.
"Funny." He said, "A love life, I mean... I'd like one, it'd be fun... Until they do something stupid or I do something stupid and it doesn't end well..." He sighed, twiddling his fingers. "I-I don't think I'd be good at the whole relationships, I don't put the trust and effort in... It's difficult." He admitted, he realized he sounded like a weak little baby. "Don't get me wrong, I love ladies." He winked, "But I'm looking for the relationship where it's serious, if you play with my heart then our relationship is going down the drain." He shifted his weight, "I want something... That I can keep, something I can remember even after a night of partying." He laughed, buttoning up his shirt. He paused a few moments, listening intently. "What's that? A perfect date?" He cackled, his chest heaving in laughter, "Are you serious? I mean, every date's the perfect date! Well, I think the best date is the first date... Or the moment that you know that she or he's the right one." He smiled to himself, rubbing his chin softly.
•Get dat booty
•Work "meh", Play and relax harder.
quick facts
•Smart, Acts dumb.
•Catholic.
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Enzo Tita-Munoz
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Enzo Jamison Tita-Munoz
End, "Bullet"
23
Male
Bisexual, Demisexual
Naples, Italy
October 29th, 1995
6 ' 1
180 lbs
Dark Brown
Green
Mesomorph
Tattoos
Casual, with a little flair.
End, "Bullet"
23
Male
Bisexual, Demisexual
Naples, Italy
October 29th, 1995
6 ' 1
180 lbs
Dark Brown
Green
Mesomorph
Tattoos
Casual, with a little flair.
"Why Hello There"
persona
+ some virtues, , , , , Flirty, Hygenic, Stylish, Loyal, Independent- some vices, , , , , Excessive Jealousy, Competitive, Unforgiving.
Enzo's personality... Being the child of two, the "More Successful one." He strives for excellence and perfection, he really isn't. He gets Jealous quickly and easily, he's competitive when it comes to grades, sports, almost anything. He does enjoy having style and being different then the group. Munoz is a flirty, teasing individual, but when it comes to relationships... He's almost like a whole different man, messing with him isn't a good thing. He doesn't discipline himself, which did lead him to Smoking and a bit of Alcohol drinking.
likes
Observing, flirting, toying, smiling, food, running, working out in general, sleeping in, partying.
dislikes
Hates long sleeved shirts, watermelon, flavored cigars, vodka, racecars, pop music, dark colors, prodding people, loud/annoying personalities.
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quirks
quirks
He clenches and unclenches his hands when he gets angry, he runs his fingers through his hair when he gets flustered. He works out every day, even if it's something small, and personal hygiene is a CONSTANT habit of his.
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Executive (ESTJ-a)
background
"Huh... A "Mother." I've got one bitch of a mother that's right to ya." Enzo scoffed, crossing his arms while having the conversation with his best bud. "Yeah, visit her twice a week, pray for her, and you know what she gives back?" He spat on the floor. "That." He pointed at the spittle on the floor, he leaned back in his chair. "Ever since I was even BORN! She wasn't there for me, and now? Now she needs my father and my help. Yeah I sound like such a brat right now. But I'm pretty sure God will forgive me for talking crap about my mother." He said, his cross necklace jingling. "Yeah so my Dad works as a music producer, has me going to this school to get a good education, real grateful of 'em." He said, running his fingers through his hair nervously. "Yeah I've had a pretty awesome life, always on the track team, girls lining up- no just one..." He sighed, "I'm n-not trying to make this dark, whatever that's pretty much all you guys need to know about me." He sniffed, soon lighting a cigarette. love life
"Funny." He said, "A love life, I mean... I'd like one, it'd be fun... Until they do something stupid or I do something stupid and it doesn't end well..." He sighed, twiddling his fingers. "I-I don't think I'd be good at the whole relationships, I don't put the trust and effort in... It's difficult." He admitted, he realized he sounded like a weak little baby. "Don't get me wrong, I love ladies." He winked, "But I'm looking for the relationship where it's serious, if you play with my heart then our relationship is going down the drain." He shifted his weight, "I want something... That I can keep, something I can remember even after a night of partying." He laughed, buttoning up his shirt. He paused a few moments, listening intently. "What's that? A perfect date?" He cackled, his chest heaving in laughter, "Are you serious? I mean, every date's the perfect date! Well, I think the best date is the first date... Or the moment that you know that she or he's the right one." He smiled to himself, rubbing his chin softly.
notes
aspirations•Get dat booty
•Work "meh", Play and relax harder.
quick facts
•Smart, Acts dumb.
•Catholic.
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The melancholy dew of the morning scored his face, and a pretty audible slam on some sort of surface woke him up alright. “Why are you still here?” A woman screamed. Ez looked up, his dark brown eyes looking around a bar that was for homosexuals. He didn’t even remember going here, and his pants were loaded with cash, he must have gotten them partying, but he didn’t really remeber whatsoever. His hands shaky from the drinking, and only drinking, he got up, smiling at the “kind lady at the bar”, left the establishment, his shoes dragging lazily. His phone buzzed in the back pocket of his oddly ripped jeans, and he slowlygrabbed his phone, wincing every second he would get closer to his phone. Soon realizing that a headache is arricing at his forehead quite quickly. Groaning, he opened his phone and answered it. It was nerve, the app that he had downloaded ages ago, when it was in developer stages. He had a notification from Nerve. When he opened the application, a cartoon present popped up with a “cha-Ching” noise coming from his phone, with pink wrappings and a nice gold bow. He tapped on the present, the bow dissipating and revealed a special gift for him. Being a “well respected..?” And a “High Level” tier gave him the opportunity to be invited to groups, parties, and gatherings for watchers to pay players to do dares. It was quite fun actually. This wasn’t the case. He was given a special animation. This animation was played before the app would display a dare he paid for and pay money to the players. He laughed, it was actually quite terrifying, the way the pixels move. His laughing ceased, and standing in the middle of the sidewalk was over. He walked over to the nearby Cafe. Peering through the windows casually, and looking at the menu. He saw a young kid drinking ketchup at the counter, and then an interesting woman talking to him in a angry manner. He was on his phone, and people were filming him. He grinned. A player. He then saw another interesting woman, (a bell ringing in his head, alerting him, screaming “dare!” “Dare!”) sitting at a table and talking to an acquaintance who he’d know with a quick picture, and a scanned background check. He mumbled to himself as he read the information. “Winifred Foster, 22, cam worker.” He paused, saying ‘fancy job’ then continuing. “Ex Church attendee, law Enforcement issues.” He did the math in his head, looking at the boy and the girl at the table. “Yes.” He said to himself, and sent the dare. “Kiss the Cam” the title said, adding a brief description for the kid to understand the dare. He then sent it, watching as the boy flipped his phone and read the dare, some of the people filming reading it too. They laughed, and he proceeded. Enzo casually entered, lighting a Cigar and ignoring the chaos forming, asking the waitress, “What can I get cold as hell, and good for hangovers?” He asked through a puff of grey smoke.
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Princess of Roblox
- General Info
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Name: Madeline "Maddie" Jones
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
HS 'stereotype': Queen Bee
Face Claim: Amy Adams
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Fiery Red
Height/Weight:
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 124 lbs.
Body Type: Fit
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc.: Ear Piercings, rose tattoo on left wrist
- Traits
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Likes: girly things, her phone, trendy clothes/items, being the center of attention, looking pretty
Dislikes: people she considers "ugly," people disobeying her, not getting what she wants, being ignored
Strengths: manipulative, considered "attractive," powerful when it comes to gossip, smart
Weaknesses: selfish, mean personality, fragile, her secrets
- Relationships/Bio
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Relationships: N/A [until accepted]
Personality: Maddie is usually perceived as a selfish, rude person who takes what she wants. She'll admit to that third part, although she deems the other two statements as "totally wrong" and that the people who said them are "haters." She treats everyone whom she dislikes terribly or ignores them completely. Due to her personal life, Maddie's personality has been molded into this terrible form.
Bio: Maddie was born into a wealthy family and grew up believing that she was better than everyone else. Because of this, when she first started school she was initially shunned by the rest of her class and was often bullied. Maddie came home one day and was put up with the way her classmates treated her. She asked her mom for advice and her mom was shocked. Maddie hadn't told her about any of this. Her mom took her to the local mall and began making her way around the best beauty stores, buying new clothes for Maddie and letting her get her hair dyed red. When she came to school a few days later, everyone was scared of her because of her confident appearance.
Maddie liked the way everyone looked at her. At this time, she was entering middle school. Maddie did what others had done to her: She bullied and spread gossip until she was the most feared, most popular girl at the school. To maintain her status, Maddie started exercising and dieting, as well as studying frequently to make everyone think she was smarter than them. She would continue this throughout the rest of her school career, soon entering high school.
When Maddie entered high school, she made sure everyone knew who she was. Those who ignored her were bullied, and those who adored her had the opportunity to become popular like her. Her mother had been spoiling her with expensive gifts since her first few years of childhood, so everyone knew about Maddie's fortune. Some would become best friends with her only to receive expensive gifts like her. In her junior year, Maddie and her group of friends had gotten tired of a girl called Harper, a shy, mute girl who everyone knew was adopted. They decided to confront her and attempt to ruin her life. Maddie's group took the poor girl to the bathroom, shoving pills in her mouth and making her swallow with water. The group left afterwards, and when confronted denied it was them.
When Maddie graduated high school, she immediately pursued a career in acting and modeling. She starred in various movies and went through many photoshoots, becoming a well-known model. She always had the same group of friends from high school following her around in what Maddie called 'her little entourage.' Those who didn't know about the spree of fear she had caused in high school adored her. Those who knew what had happened but had become close friends with her didn't care. But to this day, most of those who were bullied by Maddie and her group of friends would like vengeance somehow.
Writing Sample: Maddie opened the door of her 2-story apartment, shouting to nobody in particular. "I'm home!" Maddie said, sitting down on her white leather couch after a long day at work. She rang a bell, and one of her maids came out with her mail. Maddie looked through it, saving the job offers and beauty magazines as well as tossing junk mail into a trash can the maid had brought out. One envelope in particular caught her eye.
It was an invitation to a cruise that was taking place that summer, and the invitation was from... "What?! This can't be! Harper Queen! Her edits are so nice!" Maddie screamed with excitement. She had forgotten about the incident in her junior year, and well, about the girl at all. She thought of Harper Queen as an entirely different person than the one she had bullied in high school. Maddie looked at the R.S.V.P. number, and pulled out her phone. She dialed the number, and pressed the Call button. Now all she had to do was wait....
It was an invitation to a cruise that was taking place that summer, and the invitation was from... "What?! This can't be! Harper Queen! Her edits are so nice!" Maddie screamed with excitement. She had forgotten about the incident in her junior year, and well, about the girl at all. She thought of Harper Queen as an entirely different person than the one she had bullied in high school. Maddie looked at the R.S.V.P. number, and pulled out her phone. She dialed the number, and pressed the Call button. Now all she had to do was wait....
Girl2Fine2
i am not a girl. i'm a storm with skin.
Name
Natalia Chinyere Borkar, though publicly, she's known as Nat Borkar
Nickname(s)
Nat and Talia have always been pretty common, though she notably prefers Nat. In high school, however, Nat was frequently called "Wild Cat." Maybe it was because she actually liked High School Musical, maybe because of her "wild child" tendencies back then - the world will never know...
Age
22
Female
Cis-Female
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
High School Stereotype
The Party Girl
Occupation
Fashion Designer
Face Claim
@fashooo_ or Tatyana Carter
Dialogue Color
#1A5373
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Natalia Chinyere Borkar, though publicly, she's known as Nat Borkar
Nickname(s)
Nat and Talia have always been pretty common, though she notably prefers Nat. In high school, however, Nat was frequently called "Wild Cat." Maybe it was because she actually liked High School Musical, maybe because of her "wild child" tendencies back then - the world will never know...
Age
22
Female
Cis-Female
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
High School Stereotype
The Party Girl
Occupation
Fashion Designer
Face Claim
@fashooo_ or Tatyana Carter
Dialogue Color
#1A5373
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Height
5'3
Weight
136 lbs
Build
Curvaceous yet slim
Skin tone
A deep brown, clear and even-toned
Eye color
Hazel
Hair
Her black hair is curly and thick, and was actually pretty long once upon a time, but she cut it three months ago to shoulder length and has lavender and silver gray streaks, a look she's becoming more and more in love with.
Distinguishing Mark(s)
She has a beauty mark under her right eye and at the top left corner of her mouth, along with both of her earlobes being pierced twice and a belly button piercing.
Style
In high school, she was a lot more in love with urban streetwear and a more casual look, and while she will be casual, her career in fashion has turned her wardrobe into occasionally sophisticated, but cool girl glam with a dash of sexy.
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Likes
Tequila || Fashion || Partying || Swimming || Strawberries
Dislikes
Hennessy || Meaningless sex (even if she participates) || Mint and chocolate together || Horrible textiles being put together
Strengths
Dauntless ✔ Compassionate ✔ Independent ✔ Creative ✔ Work Ethic
Weaknesses
Headstrong ✘ Impulsive ✘ Hard time letting herself open up to lovers fully ✘ Insecure ✘ Stubborn
Personality
If there is one thing that most people could say back in the day about Natalia that is still true is that she'd always been a rather carefree, vivacious spirit. She was always the type to take the world by a storm, oftentimes disallowing her indomitable nature to be ruled over by any opposing force. A part of this could be due, in fact, to the lack of a maternal figure...or really any parental figure as her father had been too busy upon her rearing, and all she had was an ailing grandmother on the nights she was actually at home. Which, to be honest, were few, far, and in between. For those who didn't know her, Nat had been the stereotypical wild child or party girl: always the life of a party, read to shove a shot or two down your throat, bouncing from the lap of one make-out partner to the next, a new boyfriend every month, etc. What most didn't know was at the time, and perhaps still to this day if she were being honest with herself, Natalia needed these distractions. She was in a household where she remembered very clearly the argument that led to her mother saying that she never wanted her life - that she never wanted to be her mom - and then leaving. She remembers how her father more and more frequently stopped coming home until his own mother, getting older and not as sharp as she had been in his days, eventually moved into their too-large family home. She remembers looking out at dance competitions and not seeing his face, but always hearing or even seeing him when she partied too late too many times in one week. And she had learned, at a young age, that getting negative attention was at least some attention, and she'd rather that than none. So, she became the girl who needed affirmation about how gorgeous she was from those around her. The girl who knew her appeal to other human beings and flaunted it; flirted as easily as she breathed, even when she was only jesting. She was still fun-loving and there weren't many in her circle who could honestly say they disliked her until she decided to show that there was a bitch under that devil-may-care attitude, but at least she wasn't one who could be ignored nor looked over.
Now, however, while she will forever be the sensual woman who still knows how to have a good time, Natalia has matured a bit with the development of her fashion line, which she started during junior year of high school. She still flirts and can be playful and teasing. She probably jumps to conclusions still far too often and she can be a feisty little thing who jumps to both her own defense, and the defense of another person if she feels as if they're being attacked, but the one thing no one can say is that she fully the same girl as before. She's smarter than she ever let anyone on, and far more ambitious, and is the type to strive for bigger and better. However, she's thrown so much of herself into cultivating this still growing, but surprisingly successful career that she's forgotten about working on the vulnerable girl she truly is beneath it all. The girl who finds it hard to do more than give her body to others for fear of rejection while oftentimes fearing that she'll forever be alone. The girl who's given up on the idea of love because even her own mother couldn't love her as deeply as Natalia still loves the other woman, even though she acts flippant when asked about her. Nat is far more loving and in need of something real, but settles with long-term hook-ups and shielding herself in sharp wit and fiery disputes because she doesn't want to deal with the disappointment of not being good enough. At least, for anything other than friendship, that is.
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Relationships
N/A
Biography
Regardless of what she might think she knows of the matter, Natalia was born into love and at one point, had known nothing but. Perhaps the truth is that she should have been informed of her mother's postpartum depression and how that itself influenced her to leave, and maybe her father should have grieved the woman's loss with her as opposed to away from her, but the only truth Natalia knows is this: one day, her mom was packing her things, six year old Natalia saw it, she was ushered into the hall by her father, and then her mother was storming out of the house and out of their lives, the echoes of their screaming match ringing in her suddenly motherless six year old daughter's ears even as she was laid down in her bed. Her father never really explained anything other than that mommy had decided to go bye-bye and had given her the horrible illusion for almost a year that the woman would return. But Natalia would know disappointment, had already tasted it alongside the hurt when she heard her mother say, in the middle of that fateful exchange, that she had never asked for that in the first place. There are still those who would question Natalia's intelligence, but she was never a dumb kid and she was very capable of listening out for context clues.
In the years that followed, Natalia began to see less and less of her father, her grandmother spending days and sometimes nights in their three-story home with its cold, plush couches and sterile bedrooms with not enough toys to take up her father's absence. Nat first saw it as her own fault. Maybe her mom had left them, not because she stopped loving this man who clearly loved her despite what his siblings had to say, but because she could not love the little life they had created. Maybe it had been because Nat needed her too much, fawned over her too often. Whatever it was that Natalia let get into her head, her dad stopped being around to get out of her head, and her grandmother - a woman steadily growing older in the coming years - could only do so much explaining about daddy and his IT work. So, Natalia turned outwards, using her extroversion to garner the attention she did not receive at home, coming to the conclusion that her dad came back mostly to scold her for whatever shenanigan she and a few friends had gotten into. Wouldn't show up for dance competitions or honor roll when she had actually cared about her grades, but suddenly remembered her existence when it was time to discipline and act within his parental rights. But when that was the only thing she got, when she was too far into the dream world to feel the hand he'd brush over her hair as she slept, gaze too apologetic but mouth never moving, Natalia made herself forget him and threw herself into the party lifestyle, throwing away her desires for his attention. After all, with a shape like hers having begun to develop by twelve, why wouldn't people look at her?
The one thing no one can say about Natalia is that though she was considered popular to some degree, she wasn't with that crowd all of the time. She didn't contribute to the bullying and belittling of her peers, though she had probably gotten into one too many catty exchanges with classmates over a boyfriend who slept with her knowing full well they were supposed to be dating someone else. She drank too much and stayed out late, and it was honestly a miracle that she had a sort of goal for her life - let alone actually was pulling through enough to graduate - but she did. By the end of junior year, House of Borkar, originally an online store Nat had managed to carry into her senior year. Amidst the countless hook-ups (though never let it be said that safe sex isn't great sex because whoever told you that wants you to fail, as she'd say) and hangovers, Nat knew what she wanted for herself and worked on it, opting to not even go to school and work on building her brand and business. And it's been successful with a few up-and-coming artists and stars attending events in her clothing. Natalia has devoted her entire life to House of Borkar and it's continued growth is her absolute joy, though this trip came at a wonderful time. With her advisers and partners already pointing out that her production has slowed down after her first Fashion Week, especially in light of her grandmother's very recent death, a trip away from the glitz and glam, and I-heard-she-was-dating-insert-here's sounds like the perfect way to get her mojo back and get the ball rolling again. She has a million dollar business to continue to make thrive.
N/A
Biography
Regardless of what she might think she knows of the matter, Natalia was born into love and at one point, had known nothing but. Perhaps the truth is that she should have been informed of her mother's postpartum depression and how that itself influenced her to leave, and maybe her father should have grieved the woman's loss with her as opposed to away from her, but the only truth Natalia knows is this: one day, her mom was packing her things, six year old Natalia saw it, she was ushered into the hall by her father, and then her mother was storming out of the house and out of their lives, the echoes of their screaming match ringing in her suddenly motherless six year old daughter's ears even as she was laid down in her bed. Her father never really explained anything other than that mommy had decided to go bye-bye and had given her the horrible illusion for almost a year that the woman would return. But Natalia would know disappointment, had already tasted it alongside the hurt when she heard her mother say, in the middle of that fateful exchange, that she had never asked for that in the first place. There are still those who would question Natalia's intelligence, but she was never a dumb kid and she was very capable of listening out for context clues.
In the years that followed, Natalia began to see less and less of her father, her grandmother spending days and sometimes nights in their three-story home with its cold, plush couches and sterile bedrooms with not enough toys to take up her father's absence. Nat first saw it as her own fault. Maybe her mom had left them, not because she stopped loving this man who clearly loved her despite what his siblings had to say, but because she could not love the little life they had created. Maybe it had been because Nat needed her too much, fawned over her too often. Whatever it was that Natalia let get into her head, her dad stopped being around to get out of her head, and her grandmother - a woman steadily growing older in the coming years - could only do so much explaining about daddy and his IT work. So, Natalia turned outwards, using her extroversion to garner the attention she did not receive at home, coming to the conclusion that her dad came back mostly to scold her for whatever shenanigan she and a few friends had gotten into. Wouldn't show up for dance competitions or honor roll when she had actually cared about her grades, but suddenly remembered her existence when it was time to discipline and act within his parental rights. But when that was the only thing she got, when she was too far into the dream world to feel the hand he'd brush over her hair as she slept, gaze too apologetic but mouth never moving, Natalia made herself forget him and threw herself into the party lifestyle, throwing away her desires for his attention. After all, with a shape like hers having begun to develop by twelve, why wouldn't people look at her?
The one thing no one can say about Natalia is that though she was considered popular to some degree, she wasn't with that crowd all of the time. She didn't contribute to the bullying and belittling of her peers, though she had probably gotten into one too many catty exchanges with classmates over a boyfriend who slept with her knowing full well they were supposed to be dating someone else. She drank too much and stayed out late, and it was honestly a miracle that she had a sort of goal for her life - let alone actually was pulling through enough to graduate - but she did. By the end of junior year, House of Borkar, originally an online store Nat had managed to carry into her senior year. Amidst the countless hook-ups (though never let it be said that safe sex isn't great sex because whoever told you that wants you to fail, as she'd say) and hangovers, Nat knew what she wanted for herself and worked on it, opting to not even go to school and work on building her brand and business. And it's been successful with a few up-and-coming artists and stars attending events in her clothing. Natalia has devoted her entire life to House of Borkar and it's continued growth is her absolute joy, though this trip came at a wonderful time. With her advisers and partners already pointing out that her production has slowed down after her first Fashion Week, especially in light of her grandmother's very recent death, a trip away from the glitz and glam, and I-heard-she-was-dating-insert-here's sounds like the perfect way to get her mojo back and get the ball rolling again. She has a million dollar business to continue to make thrive.
"I know you're going to miss her."
Her Grams' face was surprisingly serene for a woman who had suffered two strokes. Perhaps that was just the skill of the mortician or whatever it was that they called the people in the funeral home. Either way, the elderly woman's lips were forever pressed into a smooth line, and if Natalia squinted hard enough, she would have almost thought there was a ghost of a smile on her grandmother's lips. There wasn't; the facial muscles weren't ever to work again, she knew that. There were still some that doubted the brilliance her critics likened Natalia to having, but she wasn't dumb. She was at least smart enough not have that kind of hopeless hope. Besides, it was easier to focus on this current train of thought than her father, the king of understatements. The king of unnecessary statements. The king of still-standing-here-even-though-it's-obvious-my-daughter-doesn't-want-me-to. Then again, he was always ignorant to his daughter's wants and needs. On a superficial level, like with finance and clothing and food in a too-large, too-empty house, he had done what was necessary. On any other, however, he hadn't known Natalia at all. Only the woman in the casket knew her and now she was dead. Leave it to Nat to finally have someone who loved her as much as she loved them only for them to wind up in the grave.
Typical.
"She was so proud of you," her father added like it was an afterthought, some last ditch effort at capturing her attention and striking up conversation. They were giving a final viewing of the body to everyone before proceeding with the closed-casket ceremony. Natalia had waited everyone else out, not bothering to go first lest she take up all of the allotted time and have to deal with cousins and snooty Konkani aunts who felt as though she was always a selfish thing. Some unwanted, leftover dirt rubbed off on her by a too dark, too thick black woman they never would have picked for their caramel-complected brother. Distantly, Natalia recalled telling one of those very same aunts to "go fuck yourself," only belatedly realizing that she'd said those words inside of a church. She had stopped being religious, but still. It was the precedent and the woman's sharp gasp had been enough to let her know she had messed up, even if she was still on the verge of inquiring (bitchily, might she add) that it was slightly blasphemous for an Indian family who still believed in tradition to throw a funeral in a house of a Christian God.
"I know that," she said softly, gazing down at the only mother she had ever truly known. It felt like something was clawing at the insides of her throat, pushing and grasping at the corners and making the thing constrict, making it harder to swallow, harder to breathe. Sharply, Natalia turned to her father with a smile that never reached her eyes, frost at the corners of her full mouth. "She was always the one there to remind me of that." Nat didn't bother denying the thrill she felt at his flinch, didn't bother to let the guilt rise at attacking this grieving man in front of his dead mother. She had no sympathy to give. Hell, she had nothing more to give, least of all to him. All that she had had to give she had given to the pillows of her childhood bedroom, wet stains of bitter rage and hurt and disgust at him, herself, and everyone else she could blame for leaving her to find love in all the places she knew she would never find it.
Her Grams' face was surprisingly serene for a woman who had suffered two strokes. Perhaps that was just the skill of the mortician or whatever it was that they called the people in the funeral home. Either way, the elderly woman's lips were forever pressed into a smooth line, and if Natalia squinted hard enough, she would have almost thought there was a ghost of a smile on her grandmother's lips. There wasn't; the facial muscles weren't ever to work again, she knew that. There were still some that doubted the brilliance her critics likened Natalia to having, but she wasn't dumb. She was at least smart enough not have that kind of hopeless hope. Besides, it was easier to focus on this current train of thought than her father, the king of understatements. The king of unnecessary statements. The king of still-standing-here-even-though-it's-obvious-my-daughter-doesn't-want-me-to. Then again, he was always ignorant to his daughter's wants and needs. On a superficial level, like with finance and clothing and food in a too-large, too-empty house, he had done what was necessary. On any other, however, he hadn't known Natalia at all. Only the woman in the casket knew her and now she was dead. Leave it to Nat to finally have someone who loved her as much as she loved them only for them to wind up in the grave.
Typical.
"She was so proud of you," her father added like it was an afterthought, some last ditch effort at capturing her attention and striking up conversation. They were giving a final viewing of the body to everyone before proceeding with the closed-casket ceremony. Natalia had waited everyone else out, not bothering to go first lest she take up all of the allotted time and have to deal with cousins and snooty Konkani aunts who felt as though she was always a selfish thing. Some unwanted, leftover dirt rubbed off on her by a too dark, too thick black woman they never would have picked for their caramel-complected brother. Distantly, Natalia recalled telling one of those very same aunts to "go fuck yourself," only belatedly realizing that she'd said those words inside of a church. She had stopped being religious, but still. It was the precedent and the woman's sharp gasp had been enough to let her know she had messed up, even if she was still on the verge of inquiring (bitchily, might she add) that it was slightly blasphemous for an Indian family who still believed in tradition to throw a funeral in a house of a Christian God.
"I know that," she said softly, gazing down at the only mother she had ever truly known. It felt like something was clawing at the insides of her throat, pushing and grasping at the corners and making the thing constrict, making it harder to swallow, harder to breathe. Sharply, Natalia turned to her father with a smile that never reached her eyes, frost at the corners of her full mouth. "She was always the one there to remind me of that." Nat didn't bother denying the thrill she felt at his flinch, didn't bother to let the guilt rise at attacking this grieving man in front of his dead mother. She had no sympathy to give. Hell, she had nothing more to give, least of all to him. All that she had had to give she had given to the pillows of her childhood bedroom, wet stains of bitter rage and hurt and disgust at him, herself, and everyone else she could blame for leaving her to find love in all the places she knew she would never find it.
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