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“I am not a stop along the way. I am a destination.”



— Blair Waldorf

☽|| Celeste Ann McCloud ☽|| 36

☽|| Washington, DC ☽|| Female

☽|| High Class ☽|| Entrepreneur

☽|| Bisexual ☽|| Married

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♛Celeste has long hair that's a mixture of colors. She's never dyed her hair, but has natural highlights/lowlights that come together in an interesting shade of blonde. Her hair is naturally wavy, and since she usually just blow dries it in the morning, it's commonly seen natural. She may curl it once in a while, it depends on the day. Celeste's skin is naturally tinted with a golden hue, she has a tawny skin tone that tans without much effort from Celeste herself. A two mile run on a sunny day can give her a beautiful tan. Celeste's eyes are a vivid blue color that she passed on to two of her children. Her eyes have always been the direct giveaways to whatever she's thinking. If she's excited and happy it shows, which is lovely. ♛

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☆ Caring

☆ Judgmental

☆ Sophisticated

☆ Snarky

☆ Temperamental

More than anything in her life, Celeste protects her children and cares for them everyday. She really is a great mother, despite how immature she was when she actually have birth to her first child. Celeste is dedicated to her kids and puts their needs above her own, making sure they're happy and healthy to the best of her ability. She loves fashion as well, something that's never left her from her teenage years. She loves outfits and fabrics, the way putting pieces of clothing together can create such an impact, she just loves it. Puppies have always been her weakness, really anything small and furry that she can cuddle has the same effect. After spending so many years with her husband, Jack, Celeste has actually come to like watching sporting events on the TV or in person, she gets really into it. She'll never forget her roots though, she forces everyone to watch American Football with her when it's Super Bowl season. Celeste loves to have quiet time with her family away from all the loudness, and picnics seem to be a great way to accomplish that. Jack still hates the humidity on his hair but he gets over it for his wife. Paris has always been a safe place for Celeste, since she spent many summers there with her grandmother as a child. Shopping with her kids has always been one of Celeste favorite things, she likes to dress them up in trendy clothes, even though half the time they refuse to. It fuses two things she loves; style and her kids. Celeste's husband, Jack will always be her one and only. She doesn't know how she spent 16 years without having him in her life. He's her absolute rock and she'll love him / pick on him until the very end. Celeste has a huge temper, and it generally blows up when someone that she loves is hurt. Celeste has a lot of people to care for; her husband, family, friends, and her friends kids (they're like nieces/nephews to her). Not to mention that as the guidance counselor at school, she cares for every student there. She becomes furious when they're hurt, because she seems them all as perfect. Abuse of any kind as always sent shivers down Celeste's spine. She hates to see parents slapping their children, kids crying because of a spanking, grown adults treating each other like toys. She can't stand it, and has made sure none of her children have ever been hit by she or Jack, unless it was a boxing lesson that's different. Losing her temper has always been a problem for Celeste, and she hates having it happen. She hates losing control of her actions and blowing up at people, and would rather sass little brats or annoying parents instead of scream at them. She honestly just thinks beets are disgusting... Celeste was judged a lot as a 17 year old mom, and has sympathy for anyone that's judged wrongly. She's of course a bit of a hypocrite, since she judges people like it's her job. But she usually isn't rude to them without good reason. She swears if she sees one more sparkly vampire, after Olivia's Twilight phase, she'll blow up.

"In life, as in art, some endings are bittersweet. Especially when it comes to love. Sometimes fate throws two lovers together only to rip them apart. Sometimes the hero finally makes the right choice but the timing is all wrong. And, as they say, timing is everything. Looks like this story might just have a second act. Let's hope it's not a tragedy."



-XOXO Gossip Girl

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Celeste was born Celeste Callaghan, to parents Brian and Anne Callaghan. The two were successful workers at the CIA, and all in all didn't have time for a baby. They were always working at the office or going out on missions, neither place was safe enough to bring a newborn baby along. So Celeste was juggled between her paternal grandparents and home for the first few years of her life. Once she was old enough for daycare, that's where she went. To say that Celeste liked daycare, and being around other children, would be an understatement. She loved to boss the other kids around, even as a young one. She was a bit of a daddy's girl, even though she barely saw him. Her summers were always spent with her maternal grandmother in Paris, France. Celeste grandma was her favorite person in the world, she loved her so much. Staying at her home in Paris was the highlight of he little girls year, she wouldn't trade it for anything.

Celeste was always spoiled as a kid, but when she got to being a teenager, she really could get whatever she wanted. All she had to do was manipulate. Which, surprisingly, Celeste was extremely good at. She just had to smile the right way, or use the right tone of voice, and people would do exactly what she wanted them to. It was easy as pie, really. She had it perfected by age 15. Also by age 15, Celeste had a reputation at the private school she went to in DC. She was the party girl, the wild one that would do anything to get out of school, and was up for anything anytime. Celeste got in a lot of trouble in school, but she always ended up without too much punishment, since she was the daughter of such influential people. She would skip classes, go out with older guys, the works. She just loved to be wild. And in DC, it wasn't hard to do. Celeste was the so called queen of the private school, she was the most powerful girl there. If Celeste didn't like you, no one did. And so she got whatever she wanted. That it, until she went a little but too far. In the middle of her sophomore year, Celeste made a huge mistake. She was pissed at her father for grounding her, and tried to get back at him by sneaking out and meeting up with 23 year old guys and their friends. She knew it was dumb, and she didn't even like them that much, but she never thought it would get too far. In reality she and these people were caught drinking and smoking pot down in an abandoned building, so of course, they were arrested. Her father got her out of the charges, but he was livid, and decided that boarding school would be the best choice for his unruly daughter.

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❡Jack McCloud ☪ Husband



❡Olivia McCloud ☪Daughter, 19



❡Ava McCloud ☪Daughter, 16



❡Aden McCloud ☪Son, 16

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“I am not a stop along the way. I am a destination.”



— Blair Waldorf

☽|| Ava Louise McCloud ☽|| 16

☽|| Dublin, Ireland ☽|| Female

☽||High Class ☽|| Student

☽||Heterosexual ☽||Single

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♛Unlike her twin brother, who resembles their father, Ava strongly resembles her mother. She had the same tawny skin tone that always looks tan, the same blonde hair that always looks like she's gone to the trouble of getting highlights, and a tall but curvy frame that gives her a very ideal form. Her eyes a the same sparkling green as her grandmothers, and though she could, Ava barely ever worries about makeup.♛

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☆ Athletic

☆ Fiery

☆ Enthusiastic

☆ Sarcastic

☆ Quiet

Ava is a very headstrong and determined young girl. She's been participating in athletics since she was a little girl, and with the skills that she has, the sports have given her a high confidence leve that can't really be tampered with. She's got a fiery temper and gets annoyed pretty easily, but Ava has gotten very good at hiding her emotions over the years. She may not be book smart, but she sure does know how to fake tears and make sure her family is happy. They're all that really matters to Ava, and with how protective she is of them, it's a shocker she hasn't maimed anyone yet. She isn't Ito reading books or the history channel, but she is all about her early morning runnings, killing it at practices, and spending long nights icing her ankle while watching law and order reruns. The only real weakness that Ava has happens to be her father. With how easily she can fade into the background at home, she really does want to please both parents, especially Jack. He's her role model, and he may not realize it, but she would do just about anything to get his approval.

"In life, as in art, some endings are bittersweet. Especially when it comes to love. Sometimes fate throws two lovers together only to rip them apart. Sometimes the hero finally makes the right choice but the timing is all wrong. And, as they say, timing is everything. Looks like this story might just have a second act. Let's hope it's not a tragedy."



-XOXO Gossip Girl

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Ava McCloud was born the third child of Jack and Celeste McCloud. The couple was 20 years old when Ava and her twin brother, Aden. The two were born in Dublin, Ireland. Celeste had a child before the twins, Olivia, when she was 17. Olivia was a fairly easy labor in the Dublin hospital, and when Celeste was pregnant for the second time, she knew she wanted to be at the same hospital. Her labor was long, but the doctors and Jack helped her pull through it, and finally, two beautiful, screaming babies were born. Celeste was overjoyed as was jack, and the two babies were given Classic Irish names. Their three year old, Olivia, wasn't as happy at the time. She liked being the center of attention with her parents, and two new babies in the house took that away from her a bit. Ava thought was loved and spoiled from the moment she was born. Not only did she have her devoted parents. She had her mothers parents, her parents friends, giving her tons of "Aunties" and "Uncs" to baby sit or take she and Aden to the zoo. She was always taken care of, she was never left on her own. Ava was never explicitly bossy with other children, she would just do and say things that would make them give her her way. She manipulated people without even knowing it. She didn't mean to it was just how she was. Ava always had plenty of friends, even as a kid. She was popular and kids always wanted people to like her. Ava grew up with her two siblings, traveling he world with her parents. Her father had a couple hotels in Paris and Dublin, and the McClouds traveled frequently anyway, Ava had seen all of Europe by age 10. She was happy, with her parents working at a local private school, going to grade school and having sleepovers on Fridays. She had it really good. Her da got Aden into sports early, in attempt to tech him manly things. And while Aden was interested, Ava didn't like that she wasn't invited to play, so she forced her way in. It started with touch football games. Ava would just run right into her Da while he had the football, attempting to tackle him and wrestle him to the ground. After repetition of this, Jack finally started to invite her to play, and Ava kicked ass. She loved it, and Jack started to get her into other sports like soccer, field hockey and softball. Ava loved it, and started to practice 24/7. Her parents found that she was a really athletic kid.

As Ava grew up, she started to realize the effect she had on people. Once she and Aden got to the high school in town, Capitol academy, she started to see that everyone knew her name. They all knew who she was and even if they didn't like her, they pretended to. Ava found it silly, to be honest. She liked honesty better than fake kindness. So she was just herself. Honest, loyal Ava. She had a strong bond with her father by then and he started to teach her a bit if boxing to defend herself. She didn't think it was weird to be friends with your parents, but other kids did. She thought it was nice and peaceful, how things should be. She made a ton of friends even with her brutally honest nature. She told one girl her skirt was ugly and then? They were friends. Who would've thought. Ava saw the power and respect she got for being honest, so she kept going at it. And just like magic, the girls in her grade started to try and impress her. There were a few girls that even followed her around, Alyssa and Jamie. They were her best friends, on her sports teams, and she loved them. They were the it clique of their year, and really everyone loved them. Because Ava treated everyone the same way no matter what.

She always focused on her sports in high school, ditching academics and doing what she could, but not acceding. She got around Bs and Cs like her mother had, and didn't worry about it. She knew she could probably do better, and Da always got mad when report cards rolled around, but Ava wasn't going to break her back to be something she obviously wasn't. So she stuck to sports and kicked bum. She won championships with her teams, became team captain, MVP, the works. She's dedicated, talented, and smart on the court/field. She and her brother have always been close, she knows she can tell Aden anything, bury she thinks he resents her somehow. She tries her hardest to be only his friend, and honestly she's damn good at it. She doesn't get involved in her parents fights with Aden, or Olivia's. He knows that whatever it is, Ava's there for him.

With the recent news of the move to Paris, Ava is furious. She has a life in Russia, with friends and sports teams and even dream colleges, and now her parents are just uprooting them, and she can't help but being vaguely pissed off.

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❡Jack McCloud ☪ Father



❡Celeste McCloud ☪ Mother



❡Olivia McCloud ☪ Sister, 19



❡Aden McCloud ☪ Twin, 16

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“I am not a stop along the way. I am a destination.”



— Blair Waldorf

☽|| Olivia Marie McCloud ☽|| 19

☽|| Dublin, Ireland ☽|| Female

☽||High Class ☽|| Artist

☽||Bisexual ☽||Single ?

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♛Olivia is talk and slim like her mother and younger sister. Even if she didn't have the height, she wears heels most the time anyway, to make sure she's just as tall as anyone she meets. Her hair is a dark brown, but she often dyes it black. Her eyes are a bright blue, her lips a pretty pink against her porcelain skin.♛

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☆ Vibrant

☆ Loud

☆ Blunt

☆ Controlling

☆ Sarcastic

Olivia is a very down to earth girl. Yes, her family is very rich, but she honestly doesn't care about possessions. She is very blunt and honest, just like her parents. She has her fathers temper, and finds herself wanting to hit people just because they looked at her wrong (she usually doesn't though). She's fiercely loyal, and hates fake people. She has one friend that she's known forever, Han, and they've been best friends since they were kids. Her mothers best friend Oliver is basically like her uncle, Uncle Ollie. She loves him dearly, and looks up to him as one of her role models. She loves to pick on her father when he's stuck up and annoying. Olivia is in love with photography. She has an amazing talent for it. She also likes music.

Olivia is very much a primadonna, since she grew up being pampered and cared for on all fronts. Her parents loved her very much, and so she expects everyone to love her. She prides herself on being more of a hipster. Yea, she loved attention, but Olivia is definitely more of an artsy kind of girl. She loves to sing, play guitar, pain, and take pictures. Starbucks is her usual hangout, and her Instagram account is more like a limb than a pastime. She's loving of those around her in her own way, making sure they know she cares by picking on them and calling them losers. They understand, though. And if they don't, then, they're not worth the girls time. She knows that there are at least 500 people that hate her guts, but it honestly doesn't matter to Olivia. She'd rather be herself. And that, more than any of her other siblings, is something that she prides herself on.

"In life, as in art, some endings are bittersweet. Especially when it comes to love. Sometimes fate throws two lovers together only to rip them apart. Sometimes the hero finally makes the right choice but the timing is all wrong. And, as they say, timing is everything. Looks like this story might just have a second act. Let's hope it's not a tragedy."



-XOXO Gossip Girl

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Olivia McCloud was born in a rush of late night car rides and yelling doctors. Her birth hadn't been planned, in fact both of her parents were only 17 years old when she arrived on the earth. The early morning was warm and balmy in Dublin, only hours after Celeste and Jack had tied the knot. The newly weds tore out of their hotel room when Celeste's water broke at 4 am. Her labor was fairly quick, though, and Olivia started to cry the second she reached the doctors arms. She was a perfectly healthy baby, tinted pink with bright blue eyes just like her mothers. Her parents spent the first few hours of Olivia's life cooing over her in the recovery room, and trying to learn as much as they could from the doctors before they were on their own in their newly bought home in Ireland, right near where they went to school. Their first night alone with Olivia was a hard thing to pull off, since she cried every two hours and neither of the young couple liked having their sleep interrupted. They got used to it quickly, though, since Olivia didn't quiet down anytime soon. Once she stopped crying, her personality started to form in her childhood. It was clear that they way they'd spoiled had gone to the little things head. She was bossy with other kids, and loved to have all the attention in the room. She was loud and vibrant even then.

She wasn't exactly happy when her mothers stomach started to swell again. A wee babe, her da would say, as if that was a good thing. It only meant that Olivia wouldn't have as much attention, how was that a good thing?? It just meant there would be a little screaming baby disrupting her day, and taking away all of her attention for itself. When Olivia learned that she wasn't getting one, but TWO siblings, she just about died. She cried so hard, muttering about how no one would love her anymore, that her father had to pick her up and hug her tight, telling her that if course they would all still love her. The tears stopped, but little Olivia still wasn't sure. She was just three years old, and when the twins were born, she definitely felt snubbed. Her parents were tired all the time again, and the babies didn't even cry as much as she had. Aden and Ava, they were called, and her mum and da were always doting on them. Olivia used to glare at their cribs, but eventually she got over it, especially by the time she went to school for the first time. Kindergarten was an exciting time for Olivia, who thought she could get attention there, too. And she was right. She was admired by some if the kids, hated by others. But everyone knew who 5 year old Olivia was.

By the time she was in middle school, Olivia had two very good friends, with a splash of other people that she liked enough to call friends. She was starting to realize by then that everyone just liked one part of her, not the whole package. But not Han and Theresa. They were a year younger than her, but hey she still liked them a lot. They understood that Olivia was crazy, the ring leader of the three, and they liked it. Olivia was already excelling in art and music classes, and her after school dance classes her doing her a world of good. She had plenty if things to fill her time, and her parents were just a bit terrified of what she would do if free time started to creep into her schedule. Their daughter was just such a free spirit, unlike their other two children, that they weren't sure what to do about her. But for the mean time, dance and art was keeping her plenty busy.

High school is when Olivia started to get a little wild. She entered Capitol academy a year before theresa and Han, so she was on her own for a bit. And that meant that she needed to make friends. The freshman was taken under the wing of a group of senior art students, since they thought she had spunk and style, and well, they didn't just do art. They went to parties together, and smoked weed and drank alcohol every now and then. As illegal as it was, Olivia liked her new friends a lot, so she tried it some. She wasn't a big fan if the weed, but the drinks were nice and the parties seemed to be where she belonged. The music was loud, the people were fun, and the dancing was good. Olivia was a regular at the weekend parties, and boyfriends started to be things in her life. Her da didn't like it one bit, and threatened them all with a gun, but most of them weren't scared, and they usually had two piercings and at least one tattoo. Olivia had become the perfect little punk princess. By the time Han and Theresa got to her school, she was a different person. She still loved all the same classes, was still artsy and sassy, her pass times had just changed a bit. Theresa jumped into the party scene with Olivia, but Han was a little more reluctant. Livie was fine with that, and had her two lives. During school she hung out with the artsy kids, then when she went home it was more time for being friends with Theresa and Han. And every weekend was party time, aka "sleepovers at Theresa's". Her da suspected that something was up, but wanted Olivia to think he trusted her, so he didn't pry.

In her senior year, Olivia was feeling terribly rejected at all angles. She's hooked up with her friend Han at the start of the year, and that ended terribly. The two were just distant from each other after that, and when Theresa started to date Han, there went Olivia's other best friend. Alone at school. When she went home, all the focus was on the twins, who were both doing insanely well in sports and things. Overshadowed at home. And to top it all off, some girl named BB was spreading rumors about her being pregnant around the school. She was so unhappy with her life, she just wanted to escape for a little while. She went to some party in an old warehouse all alone, and while dancing, started to get harassed by some guy. She just told him off, which Olivia always did well, and went outside for some air. When she did, the kid followed her and beat the crap out of her, breaking her bones and fracturing ribs and her spine. It was bad, and when she was brought to the hospital, she was in the surgery room for hours. Her family was terrified for her, but she came out alright. It took a lot of days in the hospital bed, a lot of medication, and a lot of love, but Olivia was okay in the end. But the effects if her time in the hospital were more than just medical. Olivia realized in the hospital that she was living for all the wrong reasons. She was doing things to gain approval, pining for attention, needing people. She didn't want to do that anymore. She wanted to be herself and for people to love that, not her attempts for attention. She'd been working at an art gallery around town, basically managing it. She's much more excited than her siblings about the move to Paris, and is all ready to jump into the art scene there, too. But her father is being set up for disappointment, because Olivia doesn't really want to live in the family town house for long, and would rather get a roommate and an apartment.

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❡Aden McCloud ☪Brother, 16

❡Ava McCloud ☪Sister, 16



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「One person can’t change the world, but you can become another person’s world. A warm, bright, and peaceful world. If all people could be someone’s bright, peaceful, good world, one becomes ten, and then a hundred, and the good world grows

✿(Min-Cha Hong) ✿(17) ✿(France)
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♡Shy
♡Sweet
♡Appreciative
♡Anxious

Min-cha is the kind of girl that hides behind her hair, or beneath mounds of clothes, or perhaps beneath a hoodie. She doesn't like to draw attention to herself unless she's among friends, and even then its rare. She relaxes only around those she knows, otherwise she's always worried about what might happen, or not happen, and who may or may not be judging her. She can be sweet and even affectionate with the ones she cares about, but if you're someone she doesn't know/like/and or are intimidated by, well expect her to shut down and not show a peek of who she is, or how wonderful she can be. Because of how little she's had in life, she appreciates everything, and everyone, in her life greatly.

「To some people love is like a sign of victory, like a medal or trophy, they like to use to boast about. To some people love is a process of waiting endlessly for the other person with all their heart. To that woman love is a secret that can’t be exposed to others, not even to herself

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Min-Cha Hong was born in a nunnery, her mother had been hiding out there, from Min-Cha's father, and well it was time, so the little baby girl was born right there in a church. The sisters were more than equipped for such an incident, they'd boarded pregnant women before, and had no problem helping the young woman and her newborn. Mrs. Hong stayed there for three months after Min-cha was born, that was when she'd found a job, and a small place for them to stay. The sisters offered to watch the Min-cha when her mother was at work, and she accepted their offer, trusting them not to hand her child over to the abusive man that had fathered the poor child.

Min-cha grew up knowing the sisters almost like aunts, and she loved each and every one of them like family. She never knew anything was off, never knew of her father, or his ways. He'd essentially disappeared from their lives, so her mother never saw reason to tell her about any of it. When Min-cha was old enough to start school, Rachel(her mother), began applying for scholarships for her daughter to attend at the American School of Paris. It was a fairly prestigious school, but she thought her little girl was smart enough to attend, plus she knew that she would need a good school behind her name to get into a great college later on in life. An anonymous source funded Min-cha, and thus began her status as scholarship student, and that really didn't get her off to a good start at her new school. Her mother would never know the crap that she got at times for not being rich like the other kids, because Min-cha isn't the type to just drop her burdens off into others laps. Any bullying, or teasing, she endured, she kept to herself, and tried her best to avoid the people that did it, as best she could. The few other scholarships at the school seem to avoid other scholarship students for some reason. Maybe because they believe being together will just make things worse? Who knows, but Min-cha has learned to make it on her own, and to hide her emotions well, even though she really is a sensitive soul.

She entered into high school age and began to work odd jobs to help her mother with the price of her uniforms, meal plans, and such. Also to help pay her phone bill, because it was the one extravagant she was allowed in life. Her mom was poor, but she tried to keep her daughter somewhat comfortable at her setting at school. Rachel didn't understand that the only thing that would ease Min-cha's life would be to make her rich, or to give her a rich boyfriend, neither seemed likely. So she kept up her good grades, top ten of her class, and has been doing everything in her power to become invisible while at school. You won't see her volunteering for things often, or drawing attention to herself purposely. You may see her getting teased, or bullied though, because that just seems to be her lot in life. She doesn't really have any friends at her school, but maybe this year will be different? She doesn't let herself hope so, but maybe someone, or someones, can change this for young Min-cha.

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✿Mother, Rachel
✿Father, Won
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♪Only With My Heart
♪Catch Me If You Can
♪Its Okay

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“I am not a stop along the way. I am a destination.”
— Blair Waldorf

☽|| Madeline Lisette Petit ☽|| 18
☽|| France ☽|| Female
☽||Low Class ☽|| Student / Waitress at Hotel de Liv
☽||Heterosexual ☽||Single

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♛Madeline is a tall young woman, with long limbs and slight curves that give her a nice figure. Her skin is a beautifully dark shade. Maddie's eyes are almond shaped and a chocolate brown, and her hair is large and poofy, made up of thick curls that spread around her head. She's always wanted to get a perm in order to tame the curls, but has never been able to afford it.♛

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☆ Hard-Working
☆ Snarky
☆ Independent
☆ Intelligent
☆ Sensitive

Madeline doesn't often back down from a challenge. She's been through a lot of crap in her life, so hard work and a little elbow grease doesn't scare her. She's been working since she was 14, so she's very used to doing things for herself. Even if she doesn't have to, Maddie will prefer to do things alone, so that she doesn't have to ask for help. Why should she ever ask for help from someone, and then owe them a favor in return, when she can simply accomplish the task herself? Does she have trust issues? Definitely. But you would too, if you had lived her life. But once she does trust someone, she's incredibly loyal to them and will stick up for whatever it is that they need, even if they're too nervous or upset too at the time. She can definitely be a force to be reckoned with. Madeline has always been smarter than the average girl when it comes to both book and street smarts, and is very good with her schoolwork. If there's something that she doesn't understand, she works hard and researches whatever she has to in order to work it out, so she can be a successful student. With the jobs she's worked in Paris, Madeline has spent a lot of time around the two types of people she hates the most; tourists and ignorant rich people. The tourists expect her to constantly speak English for them, which she can, but the rich people were the worst. They walk around like they're so much better than others, and treat Maddie and other staff like crap, just because they can. This way of treatment has shaped Maddie into a very sarcastic girl, one that rolls her eyes and happens to scoff at all the wrong people. But she's good at what she does, and she gets her job done, so they keep her around.

"In life, as in art, some endings are bittersweet. Especially when it comes to love. Sometimes fate throws two lovers together only to rip them apart. Sometimes the hero finally makes the right choice but the timing is all wrong. And, as they say, timing is everything. Looks like this story might just have a second act. Let's hope it's not a tragedy."
-XOXO Gossip Girl

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A curse, rather than a blessing. That's what Madeline was seen as before she was even born. When her mother went into labor, it was clear that the situation wasn't a normal one. First, it wasn't her due date yet. Maddie was early. Second, her mother was in too much pain. Now yes, childbirth is painful, but when it comes to the mother passing out in cold sweats halfway through the labor process, doctors tend to think that something is wrong. It was a complication, something that they should've caught, but didn't; at least not until it as too late. It came to a choice being made, only mother or daughter could live, but not both. And the father said, as any husband would, to save his wife. They could have another child, mourn this baby, yes, but they could have another one, the two had never had to try too hard for a baby. And the doctors tried their best, but it wasn't a prestigious hospital, unfortunately it was the only one that was on their health insurance plan. So they couldn't save the mother, even after they tried, and ended up saving the tiny baby, the little baby girl that killed her mother. Alice had been her name, and she'd had beautifully curly dark hair, from a perm, obviously, but it fit her beautifully. And her husband, Thomas, never really got over the fact that the doctors save the wrong person. It was like a slap in the face, to ask for his wife and get the baby instead; like God or whoever was up there calling him a son of a bitch, and giving him what he should've wanted in the first place. The two of them already had a daughter, a few years before the new baby, so it was more than just him losing his wife. A mother, sister, and wife was lost that day, and no one will ever let Madeline forget that.

Mostly, they hold that grudge against her because she looks exactly like her mother. She doesn't have the glossy and perfect hair, but her skin, her body type, even the features of her face. Madeline's been seeing pictures all her life, and she knows, she's the spitting image of her young mother, who was only 26 when she died. Her father doesn't like to look at her, and after his wife died, he went into a deep depression. Losing Alice, the love of his life, the one who knew how to run the house and their lives, was gone. How could he fill those shoes? He was a father, yeah, but he was only used to taking his daughter out for ice cream when Alice had a long shift at her job as a nurse. That's how he used to "take care of dinner", and it had been a laugh back then, but once she was gone, it felt pathetic to not know how to care for your own children. And Madeline was the worst part of that. As a baby, a lot of people in the community were interested in helping to raise her and make sure Thomas had enough money to work everything out, since he only worked at a fitness club nearby their small house as a personal trainer. It worked for him for a long time, but after Alice died, he started to self medicate with alcohol. It started as a few drinks at night, and then he added a few in the morning, too, and soon enough, his breath always smelled like whiskey, and wouldn't you know, the townspeople decided they didn't really want to help and aid the town drunk. What they seemed to forget we're the two little girls sitting inside, one just out of a crib and the other trying to hold everything together.

Madeline always saw her sister as a sort of mother figure, since she was always taking care of her. When Madeline needed something, she didn't go to her father; he would just yell at her that he was trying to nap or that he needed some damn silence, just once! Instead, Maddie went to her big sister. She wasn't that much older than Madeline herself, but she had been taking on a lot since their mother died. She used to baby sit and water plants and pull weeds for their neighbors, so they would pay her some money and she could at least get the ingredients to make she and little Madeline peanut butter sandwiches. Their father was always buying more alcohol, and he barely even went to work after a few years, so he wasn't really worth the time. But her sister had told Maddie once that if she ever told anyone how bad their house was, they would be split up, sent to different orphanages filled with kids or to homes with weirder families than their own. And Madeline surely didn't want that, so she kept her mouth shut, and just did what her sister said.

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❡Alice Petit ☪ Mother, Deceased

❡Thomas Petit ☪ Father

❡_______ Petit ☪ Older Sister


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╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾ ɪᴛ's ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇ are, ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪғ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ far
 
L y s a   R a c h e l   " I s a "   C h a r l e s t o n ╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾
╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾ 18, 18th febuary, female, student, pansexual


nina dobrev, brown, brown, 5'7, 7 stone ╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾

“ Not all girls are dumb Lysa is a carefree girl who isn't tied down to anything. She likes to have fun and is always ready to try something new even if it seems dangerous. She is a bit of a risk taker and sometimes does things that other's would consider reckless- like racing her fathers car with other drivers. She is always a bit of a speed freak and never likes to sit still for one second. Doing anything slow seems like a complete and utter waste of time to her which is not helped by her ADHD. She is a romantic at heart and is always trying to match her friends up as she lieks seeing them happy. She also likes to write poetry as she finds it romantic. Lysa is an intelligent girl and can be very manipulative at times. he is also a bit of a snob and looks down in those who don't have money. But she is protective of her friends and does her best to help the,. She is also known as the party girl of the school for a good reason- she likes to have a good time and has a inane sense of style that helps her to throw the best parties as she knows what people want which is not always to get drunk. She is also great at giving out advice on romantic matters as she is good at looking at things from a outside perspective and helping others put their problems into perspective. It also helps that she seems to know the male mind as well as the female one but she isn't sure how.

likes ╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾ blue, lilies, fire, poetry
dislikes ╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾ snobs, grey, rocks


Lysa was born to a very very wealthy America-Greek gentlemen and the an French women. Her father was the CEO of some major corporation everyone has heard of and her mother was a poor but beautiful waitress. The two fell in love one hot summer when normal social conventions went out the window. Lysa's father was expected to marry a catholic girl but things didn't go exactly to plan. On his stag night (more like stag holiday) in Paris he met a young women called Laelia. He was immediately attracted to her and after a night of hard drinking they fell into bed together and never got out. He cancelled his wedding much the anger of their families and the confusion of his friends and moved to Paris. He spent a year with the beautiful girl before she mysteriously disappeared. He used all his resources and threw money at people left right and centre but there was still no trace of her. Until nine months later she returned to him, this time carrying a baby. She told him it was his and that her name was Lysa before leaving. This devastated the man who thought they might have another chance to get back together but instead he was left with a child he never asked for. He raised her the best he could, giving her the best of everything. But she wasn't an easy child by any means as she was getting into everything and always getting into trouble at school. As she got older this trouble got worse often landing her in hospital from the crazy stunts she pulled. But he loved her all the same. When she turned 13 he decided to send her to the American Academy in Paris as it was a prestigious school and along as their students achieved the grades they didn;t care how they behaved. Lysa made fast friends with several of the girls in her class and shot up the popularity scale. After a couple years of going there had taken a young poor girl under wing in order to use her but Lysa was rather surprised to find out she liked her. In the time she had been there, she had became the go to girl if you wanted a party throwing or for romantic advice but strangely enough she had never been interested in a relationship herself. ╾╾╾ but all are beautiful"

father ╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾ Aiolos Charleston
mother ╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾ Laelia Delacour


 
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♦ lucy cunningham ♦ 24 ♦ bisexual ♦ hacker ♦ chaotic neutral ♦

Lucy was born in Geneva, Switzerland, on January 14, 1991. When she was ten, her family moved to Paris, France, and enrolled her in a lycee. Luce continued her education in the French-speaking setting, even though her native tongue is Swiss German. As she grew, so did her language proficiency-- Lucy can now speak English (with only a slight accent), French, Swiss German, Italian, Japanese, Mandarin Chinese, and Czech, while she can read all of the above in addition to pinyin, because her mother is Chinese and insisted that she learn the language.

She had a relatively normal adolescence, with her mother being an international businesswoman and her father working IT for a large firm. This early exposure to computers led her to fully immersing herself online; Lucy is an avid MMORPG player in addition to a coder and programmer. She is online for a living, hacking and coding for money. While she doesn't maliciously infiltrate networks for her own benefit, she will take money in exchange for scripts and viruses (the thing she doesn't tell her clients, however, is that she warns the sysadmins beforehand).

Luce also looks relatively normal, which often works in her favor, with brown hair and brown-green eyes. Paris is a big city, with big crowds that are easy to get lost or be lost in, especially if you have such a forgettable face.

She enjoys coding and computers, and dislikes authorities -- Lucy thinks they're corrupt and that there's too much of a power struggle between the government and the general population. The girl is deathly afraid of spiders, cringing at even the mention of them. She's also slightly claustrophobic, though if the time calls for drastic measures, she'll climb into a dumpster if needed.

In general, she's a fairly sarcastic person, and channels this into her wit to get her out of potentially hazardous situations when she gets caught.

If she gets caught.


♦ witty ♦ intelligent ♦ skilled ♦ risk-taker ♦ impulsive ♦ reckless ♦

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≡ [ Edana Rhee [ irish “jealousy” ≠ korean “plum tree” ]
≡ [ 22 ] ≡ [ April 28 ] ≡ [ Chongju, North Pyongan, North Korea ]
≡ [ female [ collab with red ≡ heterosexual ]
≡ [ aspiring food critic ]
≡ [ original face of Bang Minah ]

yeah, i’m tough, yeah, i’m the trend

≡ [ The first thing you need to know about Edana is that she is not who she used to be. Bubbly, oblivious, easily distracted, and optimistic no matter the circumstances, Edana could be described as the “life of the party”. In some respects, she forces herself to smile many mornings, yet cannot wipe the grin off her face at the end of the day. Short, sweet, and fashion-forward, she’s also very into trends, as long as they’re safe. With deft fingers and a quick eye, Edana has played a prank or two. However, the minute anyone shows the slightest sign of pain or is in any way affected by something Edana has directly or indirectly done, she’ll cry. Managing to keep a smile on her face while weeping almost all day long, Edana has mastered the art of making yourself look presentable and always forgetting waterproof mascara. With a short memory and an even shorter attention span, if you ask her why she was crying a minute ago, she’ll be the most confused yet sweetest being you’ll ever see. Some say the look of confused puppy is endearing, others say it gets boring, and still others aren’t really dog people, but none of that bothers Edana, as she’ll probably be off chasing the birds that run across telephone lines and has been thinking about at least three other things by the time you register she’s gone. ]

class is in session

≡ [ Small and quiet, Edana Rhee was born Park Myunghan in a safe house in Chongju, North Korea. Born into a military family during long-distance shooting practices, the sound of rifles going off left and right was enough to silence the poor child for her first six years. Essentially mute and almost never seeing the light of day, Edana was hidden at all times, as this was an accidental child, and a girl nonetheless. Her father, Chief Correspondent during the training processes, always came home at night, never showing his face. Her older brother, Taehan, was called away several times a month, often leaving the family for days at a time. She never saw her mother smile, never knew what her father even looked like, and only remembers faint touches and soft smiles when it comes to her brother. This was the life of Edana Rhee before she was Edana Rhee – this was the life of Park Myunghan, a child never meant to be born and never existed. ]

≡ [ On the eve of her ninth birthday, they came. All of them. As soon as they stormed the house, Edana was shoved under her bed and was told to keep quiet until all became silent. A thin and short red string was tied at one end to Edana’s middle finger, the other end connected to her mother’s. Huddled underneath the small cot, heads bowed, and tears silently falling onto the creaking floorboards, the pair knew that one of them would die tonight. They ended up breaking down the door. Screaming, crying, and thrashing, Edana’s mother was always a brave woman, and didn’t go without a fight. However, the unspoken thought that one of them would die was proven true as the crack of bone resonated throughout the dusty space and her mother fell limp to the floor. Edana kept quiet as they searched the rest of the house, cursed when they found nothing of importance, and mentioned going out for drinks as they tossed Edana’s motionless father onto his wife’s body. Taehan came home two days later, and Edana – dehydrated, mortified, and hopeless – still hadn’t moved from under the bed. Picking her up, retying the red string around her finger and connecting the other end to his, they ran from the deserted neighborhood. Taehan never looked back, but Edana, looking over his shoulder, could see that something terrible had happened, and couldn’t understand what it was. ]

≡ [ As soon as they crossed the border, Taehan was shot for suspected hostility and cooperation with enemy military and Edana refused to leave him behind, red string keeping them connected until it was ripped from both of their fingers. Still confused as to why her family was dead, Edana finally allowed herself to be picked up and carried away, the “string of fate” keeping her anchored to reality until her fingers are cut off. After the great orphanage incident, which involved a twisted ankle, an irritated turtle, and the promises shared between two eleven-year olds, Edana burst into a new life, a free life. Unofficially going by “Edana” for seven years, finally changing her name three years ago, and discovering that French food is better served without kimchi, Edana has changed herself completely. Bubbly and disoriented is her trademark persona, as she wants nothing to do with Park Myunghan any longer and finds that putting a smile on your face will help it stay there longer than a frown. The red string is still tied around her middle finger after all these years, and she hopes that a visit to Paris will give her the boost she needs to start over completely. ]

≡ [ Park Taehan ≠ older brother [ deceased ]
≡ [ Park Giwoo ≠ father [ deceased ]
≡ [ Park Shiyoo ≠ mother [ deceased ]
≡ [ collab with red ≠ future romantic partner ]

≡ [ hello bubble ≠ girls’ day ]

[ u you ≠ apink ]

[ sugar sugar ≠ laboum ]

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≡ [ April Lee [ latin “to open [flowers]” ≠ chinese “plum tree” ]
≡ [ 19 ] ≡ [ April 1 ] ≡ [ Chicago, Illinois ]
≡ [ female [ collab with lee ≡ heterosexual ]
≡ [ minimalist artist student ]
≡ [ original face of Kim Yura ]

yeah, i’m tough, yeah, i’m the trend

≡ [ Sassy, narcissistic, and forever lost as to why no man wants her, April is both the calm before and the eye of the storm. She doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to do, and is constantly “attacked” for not following the rules. April believes that rules are simply barriers, yet to break through them, you must have them, for no result is truly a result if there’s nothing standing in your way. Always looking for challenges, April is the kind of girl to teach you how to walk and immediately dare you to run a marathon before you’ve taken ten steps on your own. Seeing herself as mysterious and cunning, April likes to wander around in the shadows, which are actually just her standing under a black umbrella no matter the weather, because “skin must always be kept clear.” April wants one thing: a man who can keep up with her, as she loves playing hard-to-get. Once he’s got the love-sick puppy look, she pities him and decides that he’s truly the one. These types never last long, and this makes April a bit irritated, which is a sight no one wants to see. Nose scrunched up, hands balled into fists, and right foot erratically tapping the ground, an irritated April is a lethal April. ]

class is in session

≡ [ April led a simple life in the city, always darting around and causing mischief at the nearby shops and apartments. Most of her negative traits seem to come from her mother, who was truly both the calm before and the eye of the storm. After being driven to the hospital by a friend and swearing she’ll murder her husband throughout labor, she was completely stressed and decided to drive herself home just hours after giving birth. The first thing April ever saw of her father was him being beaten down by a woman and his 6’2” frame cowering in a corner as his wife described how she was going to kill him and swatted him with last week’s newspapers. From that point on, both April and her mother had him wrapped around their little finger, yet April continued to have a much healthier relationship with him than her mother. At night, she would sneak downstairs and the pair would watch the news and play checkers until one in the morning, and he’d always tell her the same thing before she went back upstairs: “You’re going to become a fire, and don’t ever let anyone put you out.” ]

≡ [ April’s life was truly very simple, living on the 12th floor of the corner building; her father running a small shop full of traditional Asian items and mother running up and down the street to deliver laundry and simple housekeeping services. One day, her mother collapsed while climbing the seventh flight of stairs in the apartment next to the corner building. At age 15, April had her first driving experience, her first incident with the police, and it was the first time she ever told anyone the words her father had been telling her at one in the morning for the past eight years. Running up to the seventh floor, getting in the car, and weaving in and out of traffic until she was stopped just a block away from the hospital, April believes that the fire inside her raged at this very moment, and her strength has continued to this day. After punching the cop in the face and half-dragging her mother to the emergency room, April whispered the words “don’t ever let anyone put you out” to her mother as her brain began to fail and lay on the cold bed for two months before she was gone. ]

≡ [ April and her father played checkers right before April went off to Paris in search of a simpler life. Her simple father betting money, getting hurt when he didn’t have any money, and betting more for compensation had been a shock to simple April, who decided to use her hands for something other than reckless driving and brute force against authority. This decision was to move to Paris for the museums and art education, and leave her father behind. A hard decision it was, but it had to be done, or else she would be taking care of her father for the rest of her life. April was completely fine with that, but her father took the reins for once and told her that she was moving out to find a better life, one that didn’t reek of potential arrests and the roses on seventh floor landings. ]

≡ [ Iseul Chong ≠ to-be romantic parter ]
≡ [ May Lee ≠ mother [ deceased ]
≡ [ Lee Gwangjun ≠ father ]

≡ [ expectation ≠ girls’ day ]

[ joah ≠ jay park ]

[ good luck ≠ b2st ]

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“I am not a stop along the way. I am a destination."
— Blair Waldorf

☽|| Audrey Noel Citron ☽|| 23
☽|| Paris, France ☽|| Female
☽||Small Business Owner ☽|| Pâté à Choux Patisserie
☽||Bisexual ☽||Single

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♛Audrey isn't the tallest girl, but she is the type to always wear heels, just to compensate for her tiny stature. She has a very lean form though, completely with pretty curves. Her skin is always an olive, tan tone, even though she doesn't often go to the beach. Her eyes are a dark brown, and though her hair is a sandy blonde color, she does have to dye it to get it there, and has it cut to just above her chest, the perfect length for a respectable ponytail or braid everyday. Her eyebrows are thick, and she doesn't she them, so they stay at their natural dark brown. Her lips are full and plump, and Audrey doesn't like to be seen without some shade of lipstick on.♛

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☆ Hard-Working
☆ Quiet
☆ Sweet
☆ Playful
☆ Nervous

Audrey is a very kind woman. She was raised by just one older woman, and so she was taught grace and elegance when she was younger. Those are the lessons that really stuck with her when she grew up, and she's turned into the sort of young woman that people write poetry about. The way she moves is more of a gliding, and you could easily mistake her laughter for that of a fairy. She has kind eyes that are true to who she is; Audrey would always come to the aid of someone that needed her help, and is loyal to any friends and family she has, no matter how loyal or kind they are to her. She's as sweet as one of her desserts, and takes kindly to most types of people. The only people she can't stand are the rude ones, who blatantly try to hurt others. People like that make her skin crawl, since she believes in an opposite way of living. Treating one as you would want to be treated, that's how the world should be. Audrey doesn't have much confidence in herself though, and in the past year can be somewhat shy and docile. She never used to be so quiet, but recent events have made her fight to be her old self, and so that's what she's done. Audrey is getting fantastically better every day, and only finds herself being terribly shy around certain people, but as a business owner, she doesn't have much room to make mistakes. Audrey will do whatever it takes to succeed though, and is determined to better her business with hard work and lots of strategy.

"In life, as in art, some endings are bittersweet. Especially when it comes to love. Sometimes fate throws two lovers together only to rip them apart. Sometimes the hero finally makes the right choice but the timing is all wrong. And, as they say, timing is everything. Looks like this story might just have a second act. Let's hope it's not a tragedy."
-XOXO Gossip Girl

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Chloe and Amal Citron were the epitome of middle-class success. They lived in Paris, France, in a small cottage down by the Seine. It was expensive to own a home there, but they had gone to college and gotten their degrees in law, and both practiced that law together out of a professionally zoned suite in downtown Paris. They were young, only about 25, but their practice did well, and after one high class woman used them as her divorce lawyers, and the two helped her rob her cheating husband blind, they became pretty popular with the Parisian Elite. But soon enough, after they'd vacationed in every crevice of the world, they decided that it was time to have a family. Their house had gotten lonely when one of the couple was gone, so they decided furthering their lives together was what should come next...logically. They were 30 by then, and when Chloe got pregnant, she immediately decided that her first baby, a girl that she wished to name Audrey, would be her last. Being pregnant wasn't a sunny glow and occasional morning sickness to Chloe. It was waking up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, gaining weight and feeling like a whale, and barely being able to hold down food, much less enjoy it. She wasn't a happy pregnant lady like many were, focused on the fact that she was bringing new life in the world, she was just despising how having a baby was constantly inconveniencing her. But once the baby was born, she acted like the past nine months had been even worse, like they'd been hell, and the relief of having Audrey in her arms made her very happy....until she started to cry.

It can be hard to be the center of attention. At least, Audrey Citron always seemed to have a problem with it. There were times when her mother would stuff her into little dresses and tutus and take her to parties, but Audrey always preferred to stay home and draw or have tea parties with her stuffed animals. They would parade her around the party, letting everyone see how "perfect" their daughter was. But Audrey didn't like have her cheeks pinched and to be asked questions about different things all day. When she was at the parties, she was usually found hidden underneath the dessert table by the end of the affair, with a cookie in her hand and pure relaxation on her face. Hiding was the only way they wouldn't all look at her and ask her things. Talking to adults was hard, except for her aunt. Her mothers younger sister, Ellie, was always a great spot of refuge at the silly parties they went to. Ellie would let Audrey sit in her lap and just be quiet, just color on the tablecloth or a piece of paper, and just relax. The two made a very unique but lovely pair. One stressed out little girl, and one quiet nurse. When Chloe announced that she was pregnant again, Audrey was extremely excited. Not only would she have someone to play with, but she would have someone to share the burden of the spotlight with, so she wouldn't be alone. And when her baby sister was born, they did share the spotlight, for a while, anyway. But then her parents passed away in a car accident. Thankfully Audrey and her sister weren't in the car, but it was troubling for little Audrey to have to attend her parents funerals. She's just barely gotten into school, and the whole time, she felt like their deaths were her fault. She'd never wished them dead, but she had wished they would just go away, and had even prayed one night that they would leave her alone and stop making her wear stupid dresses and smiling and playing the piano at their parties. She didn't want to be some show pony anymore, and so she assumed the accident was her fault because her wish had come true. After their deaths, she and her sister went to live with their aunt, who was only twenty at the time. But she took the kids in happily, and hired good baby sitters and tutors for when she had to be at the hospital for work. After time went on she even went to school online and became an anesthesiologist, so she was paid better at the hospital. It meant some longer days, but Audrey and her sister were always taken care of. Ellie and the girls had inherited everything Chloe and Amal had, so they lived in the same house the girls grew up in and the girls had sizable trust funds that they would grow into. There wasn't a male role model in their life since Ellie was single, but they were all happy.

School was always boring for Audrey, since she was more interested in the social aspect of it. Strangely enough, she made best friends with a girl that was a lot like her mother. Her name was Millie, and she was the blondest blonde there was. She was happy and perky like Audrey, but she was the more bossy of the best friends, the more adventurous. She would drag Audrey after her to parties and dare her to kiss boys that she barely knew. Millie made sure that Audrey had fun, and as silly as that seemed, the house parties with matching outfits and campouts with Millie's family were always the best times Audrey had. But when she went home, she just liked to relax with her aunt and sister. They would all sit around the wide kitchen island with mugs of coffee, and they would cook. Audrey's sister was much better at cooking real meals, but Audrey and Ellie ruled dessert. They loved to make éclairs, beignets, and profiteroles, all with Choux pastry. They would make jokes and chat about their days and fashion and anything they liked around the table, and that's when they really were a family, a very protective group of ladies that just adored one another. Audrey liked to bake on her own, too, and she made everything under the sun in that kitchen, making Millie go to markets and stores with her to get the best ingredients before she tried a new recipe. By the time the girls got their senior year of high school, Audrey was a pro, and knew that she wanted to go into baking as a career. She had the talent, so why not?

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❡Ellie Cintron ☪ Aunt

❡_______ Cintron ☪ Sister

❡Jaques Sois ☪ Ex Boyfriend

❡Milly Torpe ☪ Ex Best Friend


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"Earn the spotlight on your own merits. You'll feel better."
– Serena

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「One person can’t change the world, but you can become another person’s world. A warm, bright, and peaceful world. If all people could be someone’s bright, peaceful, good world, one becomes ten, and then a hundred, and the good world grows

✿Anne Corbin   ✿16   ✿Russia
✿Female   ✿Heterosexual   ✿Student

❀Alexis Bledel

Traits
♡Kind
♡Strong
♡Care free
♡Soulful

Anne is a sweet, but strong person. She cares about those close to her, and loves to argue. She is usually obedient towards her mothers, and authority figures unless she KNOWS she's right, or that whatever it is is illogical. Then she will not back down unless proven wrong. She has her moods where she just wants to be left alone, but they're few and far between.

「To some people love is like a sign of victory, like a medal or trophy, they like to use to boast about. To some people love is a process of waiting endlessly for the other person with all their heart. To that woman love is a secret that can’t be exposed to others, not even to herself

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Anne grew up with her brother and moms. Zephyr was born before her, and so she had him to follow around as she grew up. The two weren't actually related, since they were both adopted, but they have never treated each other any other way other than as true siblings. He's looked out for her since she started toddling around. She was the princess that they'd always hoped for, she didn't mind her moms dressing her up in frilly dresses, or making her go to ballet's with them, she loved everything they put before her and had a healthy hunger for learning. She was always ahead of the other students in class, and could be caught with her nose in a book from age 4 and on. Anne was more interested in the past than her present from the time she watched her first Cary Grant movie, and had Pride and Prejudice read to her. She's very much into history, as well as being sophisticated. She believes in everyone bettering themselves as much as they can, no matter their background.

Anne has always been comfortable with going to her brother with any problems she has, or secrets. She loves them all very much, she doesn't see having two moms as weird, she just feels more lucky because she has two where most kids only get one. She honestly didn't miss a father figure, she didn't see why she needed a man in her life. Her mothers have encouraged her to be whoever she wants, and to do what she dreams of doing. She loves her brother very much and wouldn't be the same without him. She tells her mothers most things on her mind, but the things she doesn't she tells her best friend Ava McCloud. She wants to be a lawyer when she grows up, so she is already studying law books. Most kids her age do not understand how she can have her future so planned out, or how she would rather be studying than making out with some guy, or going to the latest party. Anne has never really been interested in any of that stuff though, the closest she's come to doing anything worrisome is when she hung out at Cole Superior's beach house over the summer. That worried her moms some, but she showed them that it wouldn't mean she was going to change. Between hanging out with her besty Ava, and preparing for her future, she also volunteered at the local food shelter, and was a part time intern at a local law firm. Anne has never been in love, heck she's barely ever even had a crush. She says often that boys are for after college and after she's established herself in a good firm. Then she will have time for boys, dating, broken hearts, the works. Of course everyone thinks she's kind of crazy for this plan, but honestly Anne is her own person and doesn't much care about what others think. Her moms are very supportive of her plans.

Relationships
✿Mom, Georgia
✿Mom, Aster
✿Brother, Zephyr

♪Everything Has Changed
♪Wake Me Up
♪Story Of My Life

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{ Isabella Maria Roux }

▴ female ▾ 16 ▴ bisexual ▾ taurus ▴ runaway ▾

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Isabella is a fairly small girl, with tiny shoulders and only standing at about five feet and three inches tall. Her skin tone rests at a pretty olive, like she's been tanning for a week, when in all reality that's just the skin she was born with. Her eyes are a pale green color, with thick lashes to surround them, and her lips a plump, berry pink. Bella is a thin girl, with arms and legs that sometimes seem a little bit too skinny, but somehow, she's managed to keep some small curves to help her feel much more grown up. Her hair is now an almost mousy, warm brown color. It used to be darker, but a bottle of on-clearance bleach from a drug store in Paris took care of that in just ten minutes. Since running away, Bella has been wearing lots of sundresses, because they're very light to carry and easy to wash and dry in a hostels bathroom; all of them are airy and most are more form-fitting on top with loose skirts that fall halfway to her knee.

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〱Sweet
Though she's had to become a bit tougher to make it, Isabella is a very sweet girl at heart. She cares about a lot of people, and would do a lot to make sure people are happy. She's come to love freedom in the past few days, and the weight that's been lifted off of her shoulders is easily the best thing that's ever happened to her. She's not afraid to laugh or make a stupid joke, or to dance a little bit when she hears good music, no matter where. Bella believes that all people are good at heart, no matter what happens. She knows that some people have become rotten over the years, and sometimes there's no hope for people like them. But everyone at least deserves a few chances. Though she's become a free spirit, she's had to hold onto some suspicion, because otherwise, the people around her in the city of Paris would take advantage of her, would hurt her, and then where would she be?

〱Headstrong
Though kind, Isabella can also be a very independent girl that doesn't take no for an answer. She's been treated like a princess her whole life, so it's understandable that she isn't the most compliant girl around. She can be a bit bossy sometimes without meaning to, and if her temper runs away with her, well, then she would have a full-scale temper tantrum. She's been known to throw things, stomp her feet, yell at people for twitching an eyebrow the wrong way. She really doesn't mean to be so childish, but she liked to have rings done in a certain way, she likes to know what things are going to be like. And as you can imagine, in such an unpredictable world, she find surprises way too often.

〱Intelligent
Isabella is just a kid, really, but she's one of the smartest kids you'll ever meet. Not just with books and academics, though she does know her way around advanced courses, but with street smarts as well. She understands people and can see them as they are most of the time, dangerous or friendly. She doesn't let herself be fooled, and really is only in the situation of being a runaway because she's so smart. She wouldn't allow herself to become a statistic, so running was really her only option. In school she'd always studied hard to be the best, so she considers real life to be the same way. People are to be studied, and that's where the understanding comes from. Snapping your fingers and wanting to understand something isn't how life works. Bella knows that devoted attention to everything; body language, tone of voice, facial expressions. It's all important, and all helps her understand much more.

〱Silly
Isabella is a free spirit, and having a terrible sense of humor is a major part of that. When she laughs, she wheezes and makes silly noises, snorts and looks like a compete idiot. After making a joke, she generally winks at the people she's trying to bring joy to, or throws the double pistols at them. She's just terrible at being a serious person, and would even try to turn her situation at home into a joke, which she has, and will continue, to do. Being serious means making adult decisions, and even at 16, Bella feels nowhere near as grown up as she should. She just hasn't had a lot of opportunities to be independent. School was one thing, but that was making decisions about what to wear or how to tell off some guy for hurting her friend. Now she's in the real world, and the decisions she's facing scare her more and more, so the only way she's seen to cope is to just pretend everything is absolutely perfect.

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They already had one baby, a young boy named Daniel. He was just a year old, Winona and Peter barely knew how to be parents yet. But they already knew they wanted another one, they wanted a girl. A little girl to dress up in pink, a future debutante. A little girl that was pretty and sweet enough to marry into an important family, one that would boost their companies status. And a girl is what they got. They named her Isabella, and she was the best baby anyone had ever seen. She had bright green eyes and an adorable baby giggle, and she didn't cry every two seconds, but instead, bothered her parents when she actually needed something. She was born and raised in a city of France called Toulouse. It wasn't the largest city, but it was plenty busy and had enough wealth to go around, and her fathers real estate company owned half the profitable properties in the city, so the family was fairly wealthy. They lived in a big townhouse that was on one of the main streets in the city. The Roux's were a huge part of the social scene, and happened to be one of the most elite families in the area. All was well.

Isabella grew up to be a sweet little girl, she always liked at school and always bored at galas and fancy parties. She liked to be dressed up in the one of a kind gowns and the silly hats, she loved the garden parties and going to the theater. Her big brother was even more interested in their lives that she was, but he was all about their father. He wanted to be just like him, but Bella preferred her mother. Her father always got angry, he always drank his whiskey and yelled at their mother for silly things; like when Bella accidentally wandered into her fathers study in the afternoons, or when she was too loud in the playroom, all of it became her moms fault, and Isabella just didn't think that was fair. So the siblings always squabbled. Daniel always insisted that their father was the best, but Bella would always yell back that their dad was a huge jerk, and that mommy was easily the better parent. Now Winona always thought the siblings arguments were adorable, and she was always more fond of Isabella than her son, anyway. She used to go into Bella's room before bed and read her stories, braid her hair, and check under the bed and in the closet for monsters before going back downstairs to Peter. Isabella never went to sleep right away though, because Peter was always yelling downstairs in his angry voice, and sometimes, Winona would yell back. Bella didn't understand it when she was younger, the sickening noise of a slap that she heard or the crash of her mother being pushed against a China cabinet or a wall in anger. She didn't think it could possibly be her mother being hurt. She asked Daniel about it once, but he only told her to shut up, that it wasn't any of her business. But one day, it became her business. Bella was in middle school, and her mother picked her up in the middle of the day, saying that she had a doctors appointment. Bella didn't remember any such thing, but she went along with it because her mother was much better at remembering things than she was, plus, she would get to miss gym class. But they didn't go to the doctors. Bella's mother picked her up in a flurry of fear, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and her hair down even though it was springtime. She told Isabella that they were going away for a little bit, just the two of them. What she didn't tell her daughter was that Peter had been so violent that morning that her vision was still swimming, and that he'd made threats on her life. Bella's pink suitcase was in the back of the car, filled with her clothes for all kinds of weather, all the really light stuff that was easy to carry. Isabella thought it was a vacation to the coast, that her father and brother would meet them there for sure, that it was a big surprise. But when they reached the hotel, the rest of the family wasn't there. And Isabella asked her mother where they were, but she just said that they were staying home, it was just the two of them. She paid for their hotel room with cash, and left a funny name that Bella didn't recognize at the front desk; it was all pretty weird. And Bella didn't like it. She was confused and pretty scared about how her mother was acting, so when she went to the bathroom, Isabella rifled through her purse until she found her cell phone. Once she turned it on, which was weird, since mommys phone was always on, and found a bunch of text messages from her father waiting. Being a silly 12 year old, she just opened them, and what she read would always stick with her. From earlier in the morning, things were nicer. Her father texted messages apologizing for hurting her, saying that she was out of his right mind. But then it got to the afternoon, to when Winona hadn't picked Daniel up from school. Peter had found out that she'd taken Bella, luggage, the car, and just gone. He couldn't find out where, so he texted and left voicemails that if he ever found her he would "bury" her and Bella, he would make sure they could never leave him again. And at reading this, Isabella started to cry. She sobbed and sobbed, and when her mother came out of the bathroom and found her weeping daughter, as well as the messages, she sobbed too. Winona said that she'd protect Isabella with everything she had, that Peter would never hurt her. The next morning, Peter called the cops and got both of their pictures put on the news and made up some story about how Winona had gone crazy and taken their daughter away. And after that, they were found easily. Isabella was terrified to see her father, but he acted as if nothing was wrong. And her mother did, too, but not around Isabella. She made sure to tell her daughter to be careful around her father, and to do what he said to avoid being hurt. She would show Isabella the bruises that she was getting, and make sure that her daughter knew that Peter wasn't a saint, even if that was what he wanted everyone to believe.

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The years went on much the same. Isabella went to her private school, where she learned Latin and English and how to perfectly execute a calculus problem. Her mother continued to wear long sleeves in warm weather. She sat at lunch with a very kind group of girls that wasn't exactly popular, but were known because of the small student body at the elite school. She kept her distance from her father, only saying the bare minimum to say unsuspicious to him. She didn't have any enemies, at school, didn't show any indicators that anything was going wrong at home. It was only the Roux woman that even believed Peter was a bad man. Daniel always had some odd fascination with him, and thought that everything he said was gospel, or something like that. And Peter was proud of his son, and thought he would surely be ready after his Ivy League education to take some responsibility in the family business. He was ruthless and temperamental, just like Bella's father, and always had an air of disapproval around him. Isabella liked to spend as much time out of the house as possible, and she and Winona sometimes worked together at that goal. They would go to get manicures and pedicures, shop when they didn't need any new clothes, go to brunch and plan parties at the shore so they could have excuses to be away from Peter and Daniel. Isabella always felt like a prisoner in her own home, like if she left, her mother would be hurt beyond belief, and her father would chase after her with a heavy fist and force her to never leave their home again. Sleepovers happened a lot of Bella, since she happened to feel more safe in the homes of her friends than she ever did in her own. Study sessions at the library, after school clubs like rudest government and such were all things she did to be anywhere but inside the four walls that her family called home.

It was a chilly November night when it happened. Isabella was hiding up in her room, as usual, and her parents were arguing, as usual. Her father seemed to think that Winona had cheated on him with some man at the company, but it was obvious that she wouldn't do that. Bella, at least, knew that her mother feared her father far too much to go behind his back in such a way. But fights weren't unusual, so Bella thought nothing of the spit spat. It was actually more peaceful than usual, because there weren't any sounds of fists and palms colliding with faces and arms, so there probably weren't any injuries being dealt. Or, at least she thought. That was only until Isabella heard the loudest thumps she'd ever heard, and the hair on the back of her neck stood up, waiting for the next sound. It turned out to be cussing, with her mothers name being sprinkled into the ramblings every now and then. Bella's heart sunk, and she slowly emerged from her room. She tiptoed down the hallway, and once she reached the flight of stairs, she cried out in horror. She has to look around her father, who was standing at the top of the staircase, to even see her mother at the bottom. She was broken, her bones sticking the wrong way and the shape of her body looking very very wrong. Her eyes were opened, but they didn't look real; they looked glassy, like a wax figure or the guy with the glass eye from the Harry Potter movies. Isabella started crying and screaming, asking her father why he pushed her and calling him crazy. She went to kneel down beside her mothers body, trying to feel for a pulse like she'd been taught to in health class, but nothing was there. She went for the phone, to try and call an ambulance, the police, anyone. But her father caught her first, and he grabbed screamed in her face, telling her that she had to tell the cops he was at the bottom when she found them, that Winona had tripped. When Bella refused, he grabbed a hold of her hair and yanked it harshly, whipping her head around so she could see her mothers lifeless face; a silent reminder that she could be next, that she wasn't necessary. So Bella had to lie. Her brother hadn't even been home, so no one cared what he had to say, but Bella's account of the evening was important. With her father glaring from across the room, we told the police that it had been a quiet night until her mother fell down the stairs; probably tripped, in her heels. And as soon as she got those words out, Peter requested that she be left alone to mourn her mother; which meant stuffing her back in her room and giving her one last threat.

The first few days passed in a blur of funeral arrangements and expensive care packages from family friends and colleagues of both parents. Isabella was out of school, and she didn't have anything to do but think about what had happened. She knew that her mothers death wasn't an accident, that her father had murdered her, and if she stayed in that house, she would probably be killed herself, or at least she would become the new version of her mother. Her father yelled at her everyday after her mother died, and had raised his hand several times already. She knew the statistics; women that were raised in abusive households were abused when they grew up. She tried to go to her brother for help, but he told her again that she was being ridiculous, and to shut up. But Isabella knew that she was right, and that her mother would never want her to live that way. She thought about calling the police, but changing her statement would only mean incriminating herself, plus there was the fact that her father would probably work some way around her claim, only making her life worse than it already was. But there was a second option. Her mother had left her a portion of her jewelry collection in her will, but her father had taken it to his safe, save one white-gold locket, to "keep it all safe" for when Isabella turned 18. Bella knew the combination, everyone in the house did, so it was easy for her to slip not only a couple pieces of the jewelry, but also the certificate that showed the jewelry was hers out of the safe two weeks after her mothers death. She packed a bit back pack with clothes; light things like sundresses and easy tops, one jacket, and one pair of jeans inside. She had essentials like a new phone she'd bought with cash at a drug store, a charger, and some other things that were essentials. With those on her person, she went to a jewelry store and sold two pieces of her mothers jewelry. One was an emerald and diamond necklace on a silver chain, and one was a ring; made of pure gold, diamonds, and a sapphire the size of Bella's nose, or big toe, or something like that. She sold them for almost 500 thousand dollars, and took the cash to run. She took a train to Paris that same afternoon; and by six in the afternoon, she had 1) a bank account holding most of the cash, but she kept a couple hundred bucks on her just in case 2) a bed to sleep in at a hostel, where she pretended to be a girl taking a gap year and traveling from the north, and 3) a fake ID that made her into Isabella Dubois, 18 year old from Bordeaux. She spent her first night just playing tourist, trying to forget the haunting reason that she was even there. And though it was stressful, she quite enjoyed her first few days. The city was beautiful and happy, it turned out to be a great place to hide. Her highest hope is that her father won't try too hard to look for her, and just focus on Daniel as his child as he always had. But with the jewelry that she'd technically stolen, she isn't sure how long she has before she end up in prison, or worse, going back home.

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⑅ Winona Roux, Mother, Deceased
⑅ Peter Roux, Father
⑅ Daniel Roux, Brother, 17

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‹ my songs know what you did in the dark ›

‹ counting stars ›

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「One person can’t change the world, but you can become another person’s world. A warm, bright, and peaceful world. If all people could be someone’s bright, peaceful, good world, one becomes ten, and then a hundred, and the good world grows

✿Katia Chang    ✿19    ✿Paris, France
✿Female    ✿Bi-sexual    ✿Shop clerk

❀Heo Gayoon

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Traits
♡Outgoing
♡Sassy
♡Caring
♡Confident

Katia, the girl that can enter a club and draw the eyes of many when she hits the dance floor. She has no qualms when it comes to being the center of attention, or flirting with a cute guy. She has a lot of sas, and is very confident. Her bestie is a bit the opposite, but Katia has no problem drawing her friend out of her comfort zone, and getting her to be her partner in anything fun and wild. She's not always so spirited though, sometimes she can get sad and depressed like anyone else, and she can be very serious when it comes to her friends and family. She's caring, and a bit overprotective when it comes to those she truly cares about. No one can get her down really though when she decides to be happy and is just doing her thing. Lately she's been a bit more out of it than usual, because of her ex-boyfriend, and his naughty shenanigans. We'll discuss that more in detail down below.

「To some people love is like a sign of victory, like a medal or trophy, they like to use to boast about. To some people love is a process of waiting endlessly for the other person with all their heart. To that woman love is a secret that can’t be exposed to others, not even to herself

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Katia Chang was born to Jeong and Lily Chang on an early September day. Lily wouldn't touch the child, she had what's known as post-partum depression, it was very hard for her to even be near her infant child. Jeong on the other hand was sweet, and loving towards their little girl. He was a proud daddy, and didn't mind being the kind, nurturing parent for their baby. It was too much for Lily though, and she felt that her career should come first, not her daughter, so she left her husband and infant when Katia was only five months old. She divorced Jeong from afar, too ashamed of her actions to do so in person. Jeong granted her the divorce, seeing it as better for them to do this while their daughter was still unaware. Lily promised to stay out of their lives, not something Jeong asked her to do, but she felt that she should do because of her own selfishness. Jeong decided that his whole focus, and world, would be Katia, no matter who or what else came into his life from that point on. Katia was a baby that demanded attention and love, she thrived on attention and her daddy didn't mind giving it to her one bit.

Katia was around eight years old when she met her future bff. Katia had just transferred schools, and didn't know a soul. It was a bit intimidating, though you wouldn't know it, because Katia pretended very well. She sat down at one of the art tables the second day of school, by herself. Katia thought that she'd be the only one at the table, but another little girl sat beside her and noticed that Katia didn't have any sort of medium to work with. So she offered Katia use of her crayons, this offer of kindness is what started what would be a wonderful friendship. The little girls went on from sharing crayons to sharing pudding, swings, and baby dolls. They started having playdates soon after and that turned into sleepovers any weekend their families would allow. Jeong was a bit reserved with the friendship at first, but once he saw how well the girls clicked, and noticed that they were good for each other, he was a bit more lax about letting his only daughter going off with her friend Anais. Their childhood was full of sleepovers, candy, playgrounds, and playing fashion runway. Katia has wanted to be a model since she was a little girl, her dad has kind of tried to dishearten her from such a career, just because he knows its a dangerous one for a little girl and her own image. His attempts at trying to redirect her however only made her want it more.

Their teen years have been spent, mostly wisely. There have been incidences that could've gone better, but the pair have been through quite a bit together, and never have left each other behind. Some of their comrades have complained of their closeness, but it doesn't faze the two best friends, they're going to stick together till the end. Katia often says that they'll be old and wheel chairing it together as well. Upon graduation Katia's dad tried to get her to go to University, but she refused, saying that she wanted to get into the model business instead. He tried to explain she could major in fashion, but she ignored her dads pleas and went and applied at several stores. She got her first job and saved up money to get her own flat, which she did, on her own. It's small and not very impressive in her dads eyes, but he's just overprotective, its perfect for a young girl just starting out. Up until lately she's worked at a few low end clothes stores, but a new, high end, boutique opened up and she applied. It's owned by the well-known Celeste McCloud, Katia applied, interviewed and personally spoke with Mrs. McCloud, she was hired a week after applying. Katia has seen this as her chance to really get into the business she's been striving for. A couple of things happened after she got the job though, that has upset her mojo. First of all, she walked in on her long time boyfriend, Danny, sleeping with a friend of Katia's. So that was a hit in the gut, and it hurt Katia a lot, because she thought he was the one, she was head over heels in love with the boy. While she was crying over him and really upset, Anais comforted her, and the two were talking and trying to figure it all out. That's when the second shock of her life happened, they kissed. Anais, her long time best friend, and Katia, kissed, it was one time and something not planned. It's left both friends confused and thoroughly flabbergasted at their own actions. Katia doesn't know where this puts them, or herself really, but she's ready to talk it out with Anais and figure things out.

Relationships

✿Dad, Jeong Chang
✿Mom, Lily Chang
✿BFF, Anais
✿Ex, Danny

♪Happiness
♪Overdose
♪HUH(Hit Your Heart)

A N A I SL I L O UF U R A H A
────────── ( it's just anais )

( age ) nineteen × ( dob ) may twenty-ninth × ( pob ) paris, france
( gender ) feminine × ( sexuality ) questioning × ( status ) unavailable

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( hair ) brown × ( eyes ) dark brown × ( height ) 5'9" ( weight ) 140 lbs.
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× × × ( t ) he tale of her parents meeting is one that little Anais never got tired of, a story she would listen to over and over again. To her, it sounded like fate, as if cupids arrow had shot all the way across the continent just to bring them together. Her parents, while they doubted any cupid had been involved, agreed wholeheartedly on the fate thing. Anais's father, Enzi, met his wife-to-be, Manon, on a trip to Paris when he been an aspiring business man in Kenya. She had lived here her entire life and it was by pure chance that she ran into him at the Eiffel Tower. Sparks flew and from there... Well, the rest is history. It was a few years later until Anais Lilou Furaha was born, their only child and darling princess. And boy did Anais soak that role up. She enjoyed being the only babe and adored having her all of her parent's attention. The other thing Anais loved about her life was the diversity. Her father was a man from Kenya who slowly worked his way up; her mother is well brought up French girl. This particular blend of cultures was certainly something unique, something special.

( a ) ll in all, Anais was an easy baby. She was honest and intelligent, a little girl who was probably a little too smart for her own good. Growing up was relatively easy on Anais and on her parents, who were thankful to have such a wonderful daughter. And then school started. Unlike most kids her age, Anais loved school. Learning was her passion and she thrived in such an atmosphere. Unfortunately, though, she didn't have many friends. Being very blunt drove some of the kids away and most found her strange because of her enthusiasm over her addition worksheets. At least, that's how it was until third grade, when the new girl, Katia, came in. Anais noticed how lonely she looked, the crayon-less girl without anyone to talk to. She didn't like seeing someone like that -- she knew all to well what it felt like to sit alone -- and marched over to her, offering the girl her crayons. And from that moment on, the two would be inseparable, opposite halves of the same coin. Anais and Katia however, despite their closeness, were very different. Anais had always been the focused one, the one who analyzed and thought everything through. Katia, on the other hand, was spontaneous, someone who thrived in the limelight. But it was this, their differences, that made them so close. They balanced each other.

( m ) ost would have thought that these two would lose touch after high-school, each one heading in a different direction. After all, Katia wanted to be a model and Anais was heading off to law school. That didn't matter, however. Yes, it was true that they saw less of each-other, but they never lost touch. Anais couldn't imagine Katia being completely erased from her life, no matter how different the paths they were travelling. And then the unspeakable happened: Katia was cheated on. Anais was outraged. How dare he hurt such a beautiful and wonderful girl, a woman who was too good for him in the first place? Anais told Katia this and held her as she cried. It was during this time, when emotions were high and Katia only had Anais to hold on to that it happened. That they kissed. It wasn't a wet, sloppy french, but it was a little more than a friendly peck. To say it confused Anais would be an understatement. She had always been so sure of everything in her life and now, for the first time in a long time, she was questioning some things. She can't stand the thought of losing Katia, but what exactly does this mean for them? Anais, she hates to admit, hasn't the slightest of idea.

( enzi furaha ) dad; forty-two; business man
( manon furaha ) mom; forty; interior designer
( katia chang ) best-friend; nineteen; model

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Cecily Isabelle Acosta, Female, 16, Heterosexual

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“Best way to not get your heart broken is to

pretend you don't have one.”

Cecily had always had a sort of sweetness around her as a child; she had always wanted her father to be proud of her, despite everything he had done. None of that ever went away as she grew up, instead, a protective wall was built up slowly, keeping her from truly getting hurt. But it was all just a lie; fake. Cecy rarely cries, but when she does, it's over more than the thing that finally broke her wall down. She's never cried in front of anyone before, excluding the time her father hit her when she was nine. But other than that, Cecy has kept it in and pretended to be some tough, sarcastic girl that knows everything. The only person that has ever known Cecy's sweetness was Kylie, but even he doesn't know everything about her and what she truly is like. Including that Cecy is terrified. Terrified Kylie will leave her in the streets. Terrified her father will find her. Terrified she'll be stuck with that stupid crush on him forever, and he'll just meet someone else. Why tell someone something if you have almost 99% chance of rejection when you could just act as if nothing ever bothers you?

"So you want to hear about my life, huh? That was probably the stupidest thing you'll ever ask for. There's nothing special about me; just a story about heartache and abuse. But I guess I can ruin you're day...

Before my story even begins, you should know about my parents. That's where everything begins, anyway. Charlotte Fray and Henry Acosta, two young adults who had barely even begun their lives. They met at some stupid park. Some call it romantic; "love at first sight". I'm one of those people. I truly believe they loved each other from that moment on, but you might begin questioning that later on in the story. Charlotte was only 20 at the time; a tiny woman with black hair and eyes almost as dark. Henry, 22 when they met, was practically the opposite. Almost a foot taller, bright blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. It was a classic love story really; love at first sight. All I know about that day was that they talked for hours on end, about anything and everything. By the time the sun had set, they were just realizing it, and finally left. They began dating a week later, and it was less than a year later Henry proposed to my mom. The wedding was in the same park they had met, that spring. They had been ecstatic, running back to our tiny little home together. I didn't come for a few years, no, my parents spent 7 years traveling as much as they could with only a small bit of money they both had saved up. My mom was 27 and my dad 29 when they learned about me for the first time.

The day I arrived was a surprisingly chilly August day, late in the month. Everyone was going on with their business outside of our home. The only people there were my father, mother, and the midwife. Births are normally great, right? Something to celebrate? Well, not for me. My birthday was my mother's death day. She died in childbirth, which is the only thing I've ever wished I could change. Ever. If my mother had lived, we would've been a perfect, loving family just like everyone had known my parents would have one day. But that couldn't happen, because for whatever reason, fate was completely against me in this game of life. I was obviously a mix between both of my parents; my father's eyes and my mother's height and hair. Most people adapt to one or even both of their parents' personalities, but I couldn't. My mother was dead and my father -no, Henry- had practically abandoned me. How could I learn to be like him -though I never would want to be- if he ignored me 24/7? The first few hours of my life, he had lfet me and cried over his dead wife, and the next morning he was finally back from the park where they had met. He cried over me too, as if he actually cared for once, naming me my mother's mother's name -Cecily.

Most of my childhood was spent either alone, at school, or being dragged to the park with my father, though all we did there was absolutely nothing. I wasn't allowed any friends; no, that wasn't possible. I was either stuck in a small home with my drunk father or sitting in a park with my grieving father; there was no escape at school. Everyone disliked me, probably because I always spoke my mind. Sure, I might've even be considered one of the "bad girls" by many of the kids my age, if that helps you visualize things. Other than no interaction with people who could ptentially care about me later on, I didn't mind the park, really. It was kind of interesting to know my mother loved that place too, it was one of the only things I had from her. That, and a small locket. Nothing was inside, but it had been her's. I had found in my father's book when I was nine. I took it and put it on, just to try it. It just happened that he had come home from a particularly bad day -which in his case was that he was drunk enough to be raging mad about it, but not enough to pass out and leave me alone like usual. It was the first time he'd ever hit me, but still. I was a little kid. I didn't know better, I wanted something of my mother's! But no, for all of those years, he had been selfish and kept it to himself. I started crying, because what else would you expect a girl who just wanted her father to be proud of her to do? I cried and he yelled at me; said I needed to quit crying and suck it up, I couldn't have any part of my mother and that was that. I went into my tiny bedroom and cried myself to sleep, and not for the last time.

After that night, I didn't want him to be proud of me. I didn't want his praise, for him to tell me what a good job I did. I wanted to show him I wasn't weak. That he couldn't make me hurt, though he already knew he had and continued. He'd yell at me whenever I basically showed up in the same room as him; smack me for no reason so hard large bruises appeared and stayed for weeks. I finally snuck out of the house for the first time at 12; one of the best decisions of my life. I didn't really know where to go, I mean, it was the first I'd ever been out of the house alone. So that night I kind of just walked around, not going anywhere in particular. I kept circling back, so I would remember how to get back. That was probably not such a good idea on my account. My father had apparently come after me, stomping his way through the dark streets filled with puddles. I didn't know, of course, so I just kept walking, stoping occasionally to remember the streets I had to take back. But I had been too slow. He caught me rather quickly, taking my arm back and literally dragging me back to our house, yelling and swearing at me the whole way. He threw me into the bathroom, since that was the only room that could lock from outside (though I never understood that, but that's a whole different story). Anyway, I was shivering on the tiles; cold, crying, wet, and bruised. Blah blah stuff happened, it isn't anything new. He basically just screamed and barged in when I dared to turned on the shower to wash off a few hours later. My life was torture like this for the next 4 years. The more I went out, the worse he was to me. It started with just hitting, sometimes throwing the few books of an education I had around the room, until I couldn't even read them anymore. But it got so much worse. He began throwing things at me, along with swearing and hitting and kicking me until sometimes it hurt to move at all. By the time I was 16, I had had more broken bones and emotional scars than at least 10 people combined have in a life time. Then, I finally got a break; I had met someone who helped me not have to cry myself to sleep every night.

Kylie, was his name.
My best friend. I had snuck out again, despite my father's precautions. I had been doing it for four years, why stop now? I had been running down my street, as I always did, just in case he had somehow decided he cared enough to follow me for once. Instead, I ran right into Kylie after I had quickly looked behind my shoulder. I both love and hate myself for not looking where I was going that night. He completely changed my world; ugh, but don't make it seem like this was some fairytale love at first sight thing. My parents had it; I didn't. But Kylie definitely changed my life. I left the house more and more, since everything was getting worse. My father had been earning barely any money, and any he did earn was spent on alcohol, gambling, or a small amount of food for himself. Nothing for me. He didn't even pay any house bills; the water was shut off, even the electricity was shut off. I had been just barely making it, up until then, with Kylie's help. But after the water and electricity was gone, I had made my decision. I couldn't let my father destroy my entire future like this; not anymore. I told Kylie, and within the week, I was gone.

"So that's my story. Hope you loved hearing about my tragedies; how it comforts me so that the human race finds entertainment in other people's misfortune."

♛ Likes

» Her mother
» Kylie
» Her mother's locket
» Rain
» Blue
» Sarcasm

♛ Dislikes~

» Alcohol/Addictions
» Spiders
» People who take sarcasm seriously
» Not being able to help herself

♛ Strengths~

» Putting on an act
» Kylie
» Surviving on the streets
» Being a leader

♛ Weaknesses~

» Having to act tough 24/7
» Alcohol/Addictions
» Ignoring her crush
» Doing what she's told (mainly when she doesn't like the person)

♛ Fears~

» Rejection
» Becoming addicted to something (like her father had been)
» Losing Kylie/being alone on the streets
» Her father finding her

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tempest amelia huntington ;; french, storm
eighteen ;; seventh of april
female ;; asexual aromantic

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────────────── then i started to think ──────────────

Many people say that Tempest's name could not be more accurate. She's a storm, she's a hurricane, she's the lightning that strikes the tree in your backyard when you least expect it (true story-but that's for another time). Tempest could best be described as stubborn, hotheaded, and generally angry about something. Yes, she is definitely an angry type of person. Tempest stands up for what she believes in, no matter what. If you manage not to do something bad, she'll be your friend for life (note that-friend. Tempest is entirely uninterested in romantic relationships). She's incredibly loyal and protective over people she cares for.

Tempest was born in the tiny little French town of Colmar. Her parents owned a successful cafe next to one of the town's many canals. They were simple people, with no ambition to expand their business or make more money. Tempest resented them for this since the day she understood money. She was easily bored by anything in France until her parents took her to Paris. She was enchanted by the busy streets filled with actual natives, not just tourists. Her parents were born in Paris, so to them, it had all been seen and done. What they didn't understand was that Tempest felt that way about Colmar.

Tempest's infatuation with Paris flourished while she was growing up. She read all the material her library had to offer on the topic of the city. She made her own maps and drew her own pictures of the great sites. Tempest continually begged her parents for another, longer trip to Paris, but they refused. Paris is a city of the past, her mother had said. Everything is historical. Why would you care about a bunch of old stuff? It simply made Tempest angry, seeing as everything in Colmar looked straight out of a medieval fairytale.

When Tempest was 14 years old, tragedy struck her family. Her father had flown to London for his uncle's funeral (obviously, Tempest and her mother weren't invited), and the plane crashed over the English Channel. HIs body was never found. Tempest's mother started to go just a little bit crazy. She spent every day after the funeral sitting in her bed staring at the ceiling until the day she got up. Her mother forced Tempest to pack all of her things into some boxes-they were moving.

At first, Tempest was excited. They were going to move to Paris! It made sense, after all, as her grandparents had an apartment with an extra room. No, they were going someplace much, much different. Tempest's mother was moving them to Mont-Louis. In case you didn't know, Mont-Louis has a population of 297. The only thing going for it is that the world's first solar furnace was built there. Other than that, there was literally nothing to do. Tempest was understandably furious.

Because it was all so boring, Tempest made sure she would leave Mont-Louis as soon as possible. Obviously, dropping out of school wasn't an option. Tempest was going to go to an actual university (Paris had many of those). Still, the only way to get to one was to sit through the difficult tests and pass. Tempest studied as much as humanly possible for the Baccalauréat and, thankfully, passed. She chose to attend public university in Paris. That summer, Tempest moved to Paris as she'd always dreamed.

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Briar Rose Dubois, female, seventeen, student, heterosexual

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“We end up dreaming

instead of sleeping.”

× × × ( t ) hroughout all of Rose's seventeen years, she's never fully been accepted as completely "normal". Unique, yes. Confident, yes. Optimistic, hell yes. But the word normal has never been used to describe Rose. From the moment she could understand most things, Rose has always been interesting in everything artistic and unique; she's drawn to things "normal" people usually aren't. Despite theodd glances Rose occasionally recieves, she's awfully confident in everything she does. The three things you can find Rose being at about 99% of the time are bubbly, confident, and optimistic. She's perhaps the biggest optimist you'll ever meet. Optimism, feminism, and art are the biggest things in Rose's life. Not what anyone else things of her. Just what she wants to be, and who she is.

( t ) he story of Rose's parents has always been a favorite of hers. Classic fairytale, you could guess it yourself. Ever wondering why her name is Briar Rose? Well, know you know. This little Parisian girl was named after the famous Grimm and Disney princess, Briar Rose, also known as Sleeping Beauty. She was an only child, her parents only wishing to have one little princess to spoil. And the spoiling was certainly a wish, but it was one that never came true, and was soon dropped by the young couple. Rose recieved the things she needed, but it was always just that and nothing more. Being the optimistic girl she is, Rose always thought the best of what she did have; never lingered on the things she didn't, except for the one thing she wanted ever since she wandered into the geaography section of the library. To travel the world; to paint every lanscape, every building, every wonder she could.

♛ Likes~

» feminism
» art
» fascinating/unique people
» rain storms
» sunshine
» adventures

♛ Dislikes~

» sexism
» blood/needles
» boring people
» lying

♛ Strengths~

» defending herself/others
» most forms of art
» taking adventures
» helping people come out of their shells

♛ Weaknesses~

» anything hospital-wise
» having conversations with boring people
» her family
» being stuck in one place for too long

♛ Fears~

» fear itself
» blood/needles
» never seeing the world

Ｍｅｅｔ_Ｂｅｌｌｅ_Ｐｏｕｒｃｅｌｌ

❝Music is my one and only escape from the pathetic excuse for a reality I live.❞

Belle was born on the 25th of August, 18 years ago. Her sexual orientation is heterosexual. Although she has no real profession, she does enjoy writing, and hopes to one day write a book and have it published. She also adores music, and can't often be found without earplugs or headphones on her head, and an Ipod shuffle in her pocket. On top of this, she can also play the piano, quite well in fact as she's been playing it ever since she was a little kid. Belle can tend to be a bit of a neat freak from time to time, her own bedroom being completely spotless, and so chances are if you left her alone in a filthy room it'd be clean in 20 minutes. She's not very good with real people, and although she'll try and make friends at first, she'll usually end up giving up after her first few stupid mistakes, after which she'll make up an equally stupid excuse for having to go before she can embarrass herself further.

The most common words that Belle assosciates with herself are awkward, boring, and rich. And to be honest, she's not even especially proud of the rich part considering none of the money actually belongs to her, instead coming from her parents, both of which are well-known actors. Belle however has shown from an early age that her acting skills are limited at best, although her parents are still hopeful she can make a name for herself in music. But despite even her undeniable talent for anything musical, Belle still doesn't think much of herself, and has rather low self-esteem. Another undeniable talent of Belle's, the ability to embarrass herself in basically any given situation. Because of this, she tends to act kind of shyly around people for fear of making a fool of herself, but deep down she years for a friend and someone she can open up to.

For as long as Belle can remember, she's lived in Paris, France. Although, to be honest, she more remembered being inside of her family's apartment than actually outside. You see, Belle's parents were both very wealthy, and being entirely able to afford private tutors, they did. However, since they were often busy, they never really got much of a chance to spend time with their daughter, nor take her out anywhere. Not that Belle minded them being away. From her experience, they were always strict around her, and always expecting her to become famous like them. So yes, although the absence of parental figures for most of her childhood did have it's impact, Belle can't exactly say that she wished they were around more often. However, once Belle began trying out musical instruments at an early age, she finally found something her parents approved of about her. Plus, it was something she enjoyed. It was something that could soothe her when times were rough, and with both her tutors' and parents' harsh strictness, there many of those times. But Belle grew up well enough, despite having very little interaction with people her own age, and now, she's even daring to go out into the world on her own. Who knows, perhaps she could make the friends that her childhood lacked...?

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ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
↳ Chloe is a very kind soul, and has often been called an old soul, but that could easily be put down to all that she has lived through in her current life. She is a deeply religious person and does not believe in more than one life on Earth anyway, so she prefers to think of it as the world experience she has already gathered. From a young age, she was taught to be independent and to look after herself, so she rarely tends to rely on other people for support or assistance, no matter the reason. In saying that, Chloe knows how hard life can be, and tries to offer her own assistance whenever she can. Maybe an extra brownie to a customer here, taking over a shift there. She volunteers at soup kitchens as well as partakes in the donating of old clothes to charity shops. A huge part of her is a nerd, or a geek, or whatever you would like to call her. She can probably quote whole movie scenes to you if you prompt her to. Her little flat is filled with fandom related objects and retro kitchen items. The skills she has learned from work have seeped into other areas of her life as well, the icing she does on cakes meaning she has learned to draw through planning out the patterns. Food is her life, in many ways, but that is because she has never been able to do anything adventurous. She would love to travel and see the world, but, sadly, she has no one to do it with. Despite all of this, Chloe tends to have a positive, albeit cautious, attitude towards life, and will never be the kind of person to scowl over smiling at you in the street.

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┇ ᴘᴇᴀᴋ ⇢ 5'2"
┇ ᴍᴀss ⇢ 107lbs
┇ ʜᴀɪʀ ⇢ brown/crimson
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┇ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ melanie beaumont ( alive )

Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ
↳ Ever since she was little, Chloe can remember her mum being unwell. She knew medical words before she knew the names of most exotic animals. Whether or not she could pronounce them is beside the point. Because of this, and because her mum was raising her alone, Chloe was taught to handle the house from an early age. Life lessons were given years because they should have been. But Chloe understands why, even if the fact is fact. Her mum could die. Her mum could have died before she was taught all of the valuable things she needed to know. She had been grateful for her mother's foresight and has lived to try and make her mother proud of her. Her school grades are good, though she struggles with maths and science, and she already has a part time job at a bakery. She makes the bread and cakes, and knows how to decorate them, too. With her mum now in the hospital full time to receive chemotherapy, Chloe lives on her own, her mother's belongings put in boxes in the cupboards. She is holding onto hope that her mother will get better and will one day return to their little flat to unpack them with her, so they can reminisce together, and be a family once more.

[ name ] Ellianna Marie Woods
[ age ] 19
[ occupation ] Spending her parents' money
[ sexuality ] Bisexual (leans toward women)


brief overview: There's something about having the luxury of spinning a globe and interrupting its trajectory with your finger to choose your next travel destination that's just so incredibly satisfying. Ellie is one of those lucky people; with two wealthy parents on the verge of retirement, one soul sister, and the entire fucking world in the palm of her hands, who would be foolish enough not to take full advantage of the opportunity? If it wasn't clear, Ellie has an insatiable thirst for travel. And, sure, part of it has to do with the bragging rights that come with coasting the seven seas, but a lot of it has to do with the fact she just can't seem to get over everything the world has to offer. From the food to the people to the diverse and infinite styles of clothing, there's just so much to see and way too many timezones.

This is her third time visiting Paris, but the first time she isn't tied down to the mandatory accompaniment of mommy and daddy dearest, and she's going to make the damn best of this trip.

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「One person can’t change the world, but you can become another person’s world. A warm, bright, and peaceful world. If all people could be someone’s bright, peaceful, good world, one becomes ten, and then a hundred, and the good world grows

✿Everly Sloan    ✿13    ✿Paris
✿Female    ✿Unknown    ✿Orphan

❀Amandla Stenberg

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Traits
♡Strong willed
♡Empathetic
♡Old soul
♡Protective

「To some people love is like a sign of victory, like a medal or trophy, they like to use to boast about. To some people love is a process of waiting endlessly for the other person with all their heart. To that woman love is a secret that can’t be exposed to others, not even to herself

❝Ａ  Ｒｅｍｅｍｂｒａｎｃｅ ❞

Everly was born in a womans shelter in the country, it wasn't a clean place, or a quiet place. Everly's cries were not the only in the building, and her mother wasn't the only one being cleaned up with used cloth's and dirty water. Her mother barely survived the birth, it was pure luck that she didn't die of bacteria, or a disease that was lingering in the soiled conditions of the home. Everly's mother gathered her up, only days old, and walked toward Paris, it had to be better than where she'd just been, right?

Work was scarce for a woman with no degree, and little basic education. Everly's mother found a job as a waitress in a rundown shack of a bar, but it barely paid, and there were more hands on her parts than putting money in her pockets. She found herself 'owing' men, in turn they gave her and her baby room and board. She would not put her daughter's life at risk, or so she told herself, she convinced herself that what she was doing was what was best for Everly.

Everly was five the first time her mom disappeared for more than a few hours, she was gone for two full days, leaving Everly locked in a small room, with food and water, enough to last until she got back. The ordeal terrified Everly, and her mom seemed apologetic when she returned, but she did something of the same thing only days later. Everly learned quickly how to get out of the house, she also learned how to beg and steal to get what she needed and wanted, when her mother disappeared. She managed to stay under the radar for the most part, not getting caught, or wrapped up in any of her moms shenanigans, but when she turned ten, her mom disappeared, and never returned. Everly waited in the small room they rented until the man in charge kicked her to the streets. He had offered her a deal to keep the room, but Everly had quickly declined, it made her wonder what the deal had been between her mother and the man originally. Everly began sleeping beneath boxes, under bridges, and occasionally in a church pew. She would fall asleep for quick moments on the Tube, or in buses, until she was kicked off. She stole food, clothing, and necessities, she fought with her fists when it came to others trying to steal from her, or trying to intimidate her. Sometimes she won some, and then she lost some.

Up until the past year she's been on her own, with minimal incidences that were beyond anything she could control, either because the person was stronger, or because she was held at knife point. She happened upon a boy, one older than she, who took her in at an orphanage. At first she resisted, convinced that she would be in the system and sent to some nut house, or foster family that would only abuse her and use her. He showed her something different though, the boy actually ran the orphanage, making sure that everyone was safe, slept on a cot, at the least, and ate one meal a day, if not more. Everly is just starting to trust again, and can't believe the luck she's found. Though she still goes to the streets to beg, borrow, and steal, she has a home to return to, and she's thankful for that.

Relationships
✿Mother, Dayla
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♪Bad Habit
♪Happy Pills
♪DNA

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[ i’m him ]

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yes, i’m him

≡ [ Yvette Dushku [ french “yew; archer” ≠ albanian “oak” ]
≡ [ 23 ] ≡ [ February 23 ] ≡ [ Pristina, Kosovo ]
≡ [ female [ no collabs yet ≡ bisexual ]
≡ [ easygoing music prodigy ]
≡ [ original face of Rita Ora ]

use the sun as my mirror, it's a good morning

≡ [ Yvette dresses fairly casually - she's a big fan of comfort. Most often, she's in shorts and some sort of loose top, probably with an inspirational quote or floral pattern on it. She loves her sneakers when she's outdoors, but she also loves to run around barefoot or in stockings. Knee-high socks are one of her favorite things, along with a red lip and big blonde curls. If she's performing, Yvette prefers a dark-colored jumpsuit; still loose enough for comfort, but usually dressy enough for a jazz lounge or upscale cafe. ]

yeah, i’m tough, yeah, i’m the trend

≡ [ Yvette is like an open book, even though it's more common to find her with a guitar or a xylophone in hand rather than a novel. Easygoing and constantly relaxed, Yvette's motto is to "go with the flow. If there is no flow, just chill until the flow finds you." Yvette isn't afraid of change, and welcomes it with a smile and a "really neat" riff on her electric guitar. Yvette believes that everyone is entitled to their own opinions and perspectives, so she doesn't care how people see her, and how she sees them. Most see her as some carefree flower child, which is true for the most part, so she doesn't try to change that. If you start a conversation with her, she won't blurt out her opinions without you specifically asking for them. She's never constantly lost in her own world, though; she's always listening, but only pitches in when she wants to. Yvette is also claustrophobic, so she prefers outdoor spaces or at least larger rooms. Never athletic but just wanting to enjoy the sunshine and breeze, Yvette has never played in a sport, nor has she ever wanted to. All she needs is a sunny day and music in her ears. ]

class is in session

≡ [ Yvette had a fairly simple, music-filled childhood growing up in Kosovo. Her father was a saxophonist in a local jazz lounge, and her mother stayed at home with Yvette for most of her childhood. Living off of one income was difficult at times for the parents, but most of these periods took place so early in Yvette's life that she doesn't remember what it's like to not have everything you need. The family never had a lot - the essentials were there, as were some handmade quilts from Yvette's mother and grandmothers. When Yvette was 7, she wrote her first instrumental song for the guitar. Her father saw it beside her bed one night, brought it to the lounge, and it was praised for being an insightful and delicate piece of work. Yvette's father bought her her first guitar with a third of the family's savings and months worth of his paychecks, set on making Yvette into a musician and following in his footsteps. She never tired of the endless practices, the bleeding fingers, and the massive headaches. However, as she became lost in the captivating world of music, she never noticed that her instruments became more expensive and that her floor was littered with instruments she couldn't even pronounce the name of. All she did was play; wrapped in her musical studies, she could drown out the yelling and fighting outside of her bedroom door.

As the lounge became more popular, Yvette's mother rarely got to see her husband, and the sight of her only daughter thriving as she did was too much to bear at times. With each new instrument, Yvette took more trips to the lounge to practice with some of the men and even perform with them for special events. Terrified of where Yvette's talent would take her in the future, her mother began to drink more often to swallow her own fears and insecurities, and would try to physically keep Yvette near her whenever she could grab hold of her. With her father keeping them along the line of relatively comfortable and in-a-month-we'll-have-to-live-on-savings-only with his expenses for Yvette, there were many arguments. Once Yvette was 13 and first heard the screaming, the slam of a door, and her mother's weeping figure at the kitchen window, Yvette knew the family was reaching a breaking point. She made her first escape to the hilly landscape, wanting only to feel the breeze and hear nothing for just a few minutes. Falling in love with the outdoors and the peace it brought her, Yvette made more and more trips to the isolated areas of the countryside. Her mother, outraged that she was skipping classes to practice or "dance in the hills," pulled Yvette out of school and kept her locked in her room for weeks. Yvette's father came back from the lounge the night a crying Yvette was let out, and only sighed before going to her school the next day to enroll her in the coming academic year.

Many of Yvette's teenage years were filled with tension and no opportunities to escape, given that her mother kept an even closer watch on her than before. Yvette's father cut back on his time at the lounge, letting Yvette take his place some nights. As she played one night, a regular of a popular jazz cafe in Paris approached Yvette and told her that she should try to branch out. With a talent like hers, "everyone deserves to hear." Coming up on her 18th birthday, Yvette decided that she would leave directly after she celebrated with her parents, but her mother wouldn't let her out of the house once Yvette had tentatively told her what an opportunity this was. Yvette's father immediately stepped in, and with teary eyes, told her to grab what she needed and go. To go and only look back when she missed the hills. Now a freelance musician for any cafe or lounge that wants to hire her, Yvette has tried to live as positively as possible, only looking back when the city gets too loud. ]

≡ [ Bardhana Dushku ≠ mother ]
≡ [ Agon Dushku ≠ father ]
≡ [ Armend Shehu ≠ close friend/mentor at the jazz lounge in Kosovo ]

≡ [ sing sing sing ≠ benny goodman ]

[ how high the moon ≠ ella fitzgerald ]

[ in the mood ≠ glenn miller ]