ADVANCED RP discussion

This is a thread for my little dysfunctional babies. Feel free to read through them all you'd like, but if you have something to say, please post it in chat or message me instead of commenting here. MWAH thanks bbys
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☂"Most people aren't dumb enough to mess with me."☂

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|*・°☆First☆°・*| Alejandra (Ali)
|*・°☆Last☆°・*| Santino
|*・°☆Age☆°・*| 22
|*・°☆Birthdate☆°・*| June 4th
|*・°☆Location of Birth☆°・*| Manhattan

☂"Girls like me need to look a certain way."☂



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|*・°☆Picture(s)☆°・*|




|*・°☆Hair color/style☆°・*| Alejandra has dark black hair that she keeps long. Just long enough to where she can do any style shed like with it, without it looking excessive. She does many different things with her hair, always getting bored and changing styling techniques.
|*・°☆Eye Color☆°・*| Alejandra has chocolatey brown doe eyes that seem oh-so-innocent, but truly aren't. She usually lines her eyes with dark eyeliner, shadow, and mascara, giving herself an edgy we look.
|*・°☆Height☆°・*| Alejandra stands at 5'7, so she's a decently talk young woman.
|*・°☆Skin tone☆°・*| A tanned, caramel color.
|*・°☆Style☆°・*| Alejandra only wears the best brands, and has great relationships with designers. It doesn't matter to anyone what her profession is, they just don't talk about it, they act like she's not a drug princess/queen. She wears classy, but edgy outfits daily, everything she slips on has an easy, sexy look to it.

☂"None of that is apparent when it comes to my job."☂



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|*・°☆Likes☆°・*|
- Fashion
- Modeling
- Parties
- Drinks
- Men
- Warm weather
- Success

|*・°☆Dislikes☆°・*|
- Whiners
- Traitors
- Goody two shoes types
- Men that think they're better than her
- Sexism



|*・°☆Strengths☆°・*|
- Intimidating people
- Modeling
- Styling
- Filling her fathers shoes
- Working Hard
- Fighting
- Shooting

|*・°☆Weaknesses☆°・*|
- Her best friend, Sunny
- Sexy, rugged men
- Shoes
- Emotions
- Apologies
- Puppy dogs

|*・°☆State of Mind☆°・*|
Alejandra is sane. In fact she's very intelligent and strong. She doesn't have much if a conscious when it comes to her work, but she was raised that way.

☂"Killer on the streets; sexy in the sheets"☂

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|*・°☆Early Childhood☆°・*|
Alejandra was born the daughter if a very powerful man. Damian Santino, the leader of a NYC drug ring, and one of his dalliances. Damian was never married, but he had shared a night with a prostitute. The woman came to him a few weeks later and told him she was pregnant with his child. Of course, there were medical test involved, but it seemed the woman was telling the truth. So Damian made sure the woman had the best nutrition, living, and doctors for he next mine months, for his offspring. Once the baby was born, a beautiful Spanish baby girl, Damian sent the woman away. He hired a nanny to take care if his baby girl, whom he named Alejandra, and her mother was never heard from again. Damian was a cold and ruthless man, and had very few weak spots. One of them though, was Alejandra. Every member of the cartel knew it, but no one dared say it. Alejandra was spoiled rotten, whatever she wanted, she was given. Whatever she didn't want, she was given. She had everything, even as a little girl. Her father may have been a ruthless business man, and a very illegal one at that, but he lived among the classiest in New York. Alejandra went to the best schools imaginable with the richest children in the city by her sides, even one from her fathers cartel, Sunshine Gerard, or Sunny, as Alejandra called her. Sunnis father was Damian's right hand man, so the two men pushed for their daughters to become friends. They did of course, and the two of them became a team. They beat up boys on the playground whenever the other was picked on, and basically did whatever they pleased. How could they get in trouble? No one was going to severely punish the little princesses that had dangerous kings for fathers. They dominated wherever they want. Alejandra was a natural born leader, she always room charge and bossed people around. She never skipped a beat, always knew the latest gossip.


|*・°☆Adulthood☆°・*|
After growing up the daughter of a drug lord, Alejandra learned plenty of things. She learned how to shoot a gun, fight hand I hand, manipulate people, intimidate others, and really, how to run the cartel. It was like a monarchy, really. Whenever someone died, the nearest if kin took over for them. Since Damian had no other children, Alejandra was first in line. Of course, Ali never wanted to think about her father dying, she loved him more than the sun and the moon combined. He was her daddy, and she was his little, slightly violent, girl. He did pass away, right before her 21st birthday. Everything he had, he left to Ali. All the property he owned, his bank accounts, the family business, all belonged to her. At first she didn't do anything but sit inside her bedroom and mope, mourning the loss of her father. But then she remembered something. Her father had taught her to be strong, not to cry and whine about the bad things that came her way. And so after two weeks, Alejandra got out of bed and went to work as the leader of a drug cartel. She had her fathers advisors to teach her what to really do, but she knew how most of the story went. She surprised all of the burly men that worked for her with her sternness, how bossy and direct she was. She may be a woman, but she didn't hold anything back. She told all of them exactly what she thought, making her a damn good boss. She made Sunny her right hand woman, and trust her more than anyone else on earth. They still make the perfect team; strong, direct Ali and quiet, yet dangerous sunny. Alejandra has gained the respect of the cartel as their leader, and all of the members think of her as the queen now. She does surprisingly well running her business, she actually has improved it since her fathers reign, not that anyone would ever mention that. Alejandra of course does things to keep up appearances in the city. She models from time to time and is basically one of New York's it girls. Everyone thinks she gets her money from her trust fund and old money, if they only knew she was peddling drugs. Alejandra could easily be called a man eater. She does what she wants with men, just like they're any other thing she wants. She doesn't think there's anything wrong with sex, so she has a lot of it, with a lot of different men. She just picks who she wants, talks them up for a few moments, and to bed they go. She doesn't see any problem with it at all, she just finds it to be clever and witty. Alejandra could always have whatever she wanted, men being no exception.


☂"No man is worth giving up who you are."☂



｀、、ヽ｀☂ヽ｀、ヽ｀｀||Relationships||｀、、ヽ｀☂ヽ｀、ヽ｀｀

|*・°☆Friends☆°・*|
- Sunshine Gerard

|*・°☆Lovers☆°・*|
- Too many to count

|*・°☆Family☆°・*|
- Damian Santino, father, deceased
- Unknown mother, deceased

|*・°☆Pets☆°・*|
- She wants a small dog, but hasn't gotten around to getting one yet.



|*・°☆A Memory☆°・*|
"How about this," Alejandra said, her voice tinted with a soft Hispanic accent. Though shed never lived in Spain, speaking the language gave her the accent. "You'll destroy this evidence you have. Just make it go away, simple and quick. Or I'll make sure you never see the light of day again. I'm sure your family would be disappointed, would they be?" She asked, her tone showing the man, who was tied to a chair, wasn't supposed to answer. Ali was pacing back and forth in front of him, her heels clicking against the concrete floor of the old warehouse. She held out her hand towards one of her men, who placed a small gun in the palm of her hand. Alejandra twirled the weapon with nimble fingers, and suddenly put it to the mans head, a small 'click' sounding from the compact machine, showing the man that the gun was cocked. The man flinched visibly, causing Alejandra to roll her eyes. "I'm not afraid of blood, Mr Hanes, or of blowing a mans brains straight through his head. You have by seven o'clock this evening. I suggests you make haste." She said, and with that, she turned and walked away from the man, handing the gun to one of her men on her way out if the building. She slid into the town car that was waiting for her outside, putting on her most charming smile for the charity event she was about to attend.

☂"Oh hun, you think I love you?? I'd shoot you dead in two seconds. "☂

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"I can’t help the way I am…"

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{'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.}
-Romeo and Juliet, Act II Scene II

Tessa Madeline LaVant
Pronunciation: tes-sah | mad-el-lin | lah-vant

Tessa {English}
Tessa is an English name meaning harvester.

Madeline {Hebrew}
The Hebrew name Madeline means “woman from Magdala”.

LaVant {French}
LaVant is an old French name that was bestowed upon Tessa from her father.

Nickname(s): Tess, Tessie

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"Some people were just born better, like me!"

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{I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.}
-The Tempest, Act I, Scene II

Age: 17
Gender: Female
Physical Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Date of Birth: November 7th
Location of Birth: New York, New York
Time of Birth: 9:23 PM

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"First impressions are everything"

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{Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek}
-Romeo and Juliet, Act II Scene II

Appearance:





Tessa has a dreadfully average form for a young woman of her age. She isn’t miraculously tall, and doesn’t have any defined curves. She plays with different clothing styles and heels though, to make herself look as if she does.

Tessa has long, blonde hair. It isn’t platinum, but does have an obvious blonde. The best way to describe it would be ash blonde. Her hair is naturally straight, but she wouldn’t be seen without it curled.

Tess has big eyes, they’re her favorite feature of hers. The stormy blue pools allow her to have something that separates her from other girls.

Build: Average
Height: 5’5
Weight: 105 lbs

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"I just don’t know if I believe in love…"

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{O, that I were a glove upon that hand,}
-Romeo and Juliet, Act II Scene II

Typical Dressing Style: Tessa only wears top brand clothing. She likes her outfits to look spunky and interesting, and believes in first impressions as if it were a religion. She likes to wear skinny pants more than dresses, skirts being her second favorite way to start and outfit. She’ll never miss an opportunity to dress up, though.

Accessories: Anything under the sun.

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"Being yourself is important for some people more than others…"

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{Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts;
Into a thousand parts divide on man,
And make imaginary puissance;
Think when we talk of horses, that you see them
Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth;
For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,}
-Henry V, Act I Prologue

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Traits
Snobby
Intelligent
Talented
Cunning
In-Charge
Selfish
Caring?

Elaboration

Tessa isn’t the kind of girl you want as your enemy. She’s extremely intelligent and manipulative. She may look like a little innocent blonde girl, but don’t be fooled, she’s destroyed people’s lives for fun. She sets off easily, since she’s been trained to see people as backstabbing and un-trustworthy, so she can see anything as a personal attack, and lash out in a very un-friendly way. You just have to be very careful around her. Tessa’s parents are two very successful business people, so she’s learned plenty over the years. She’s a very smart girl, and picks up on concepts very quickly. She doesn’t see any shame in being smart, though, and would never dumb herself down for anyone, at least not so far. Over the years she’s found a love of cooking, and tries to hide it from her parents as best as she can. They would hate for their daughter to go into something as lowly as cooking. They would much rather see her as the head of a corporation. Tessa hasn’t decided what she wants to do yet, she’s just taking a million classes in everything, maybe that will help her choose. Tessa has no problems taking charge in situations. She’s a natural born leader, and has been bossing people around since she was old enough to glare. Tessa is generally a selfish girl. She doesn’t understand that some people’s problems are worse than hers. She sees that as their problems, not hers. Tessa has the potential to care for other people, if she could just find the right people.

Flaws Quick temper, harsh words, kind of evil.

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{Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell,
That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!}
-Midsummer's Night Dream, Act I Scene I

L I K E S
Lattes
People like her
Being smart
Taking charge
Cooking
Parties
Shopping

D I S L I K E S
Gaining weigh
Tacky clothing
People
Feeling inferior
Losing
Pain
Leaving

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"I don’t care about your opinion! Why should I?!?!"

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M E N T A L S T A T E O F M I N D

{I will no longer endure it, though yet I
know no wise remedy how to avoid it.}
-As You Like It, Act I Scene I

Current State of Mind: Sane



Psychological History: Though many girls have called her insane before, they were wrong about Tessa. She’s perfectly sane, just different.

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"I can’t think with you talking, now can I??"

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H I S T O R Y

N A R R A T E D ★ B Y ★ T H E ★ C R E A T O R


Early Life

Tessa was born the only child of two wealthy business people that resided in Upper East Side Manhattan. She grew up being pampered and taken care of by the best nannies her parents could hire, and was always given what she wanted, no matter what it was. She’s never gone without anything. When she entered school, she was shocked at how weak minded the other children were, and took he opportunity. She bossed around every child in school, and if any of them resisted her “rule”, she would have herself and her friends make them into a loser. It was so easy to do, she was happy as could be. Her home life was a bit complicated though, her parents were always fighting. They didn’t think Tessa knew, but their daughter was smart. She knew they fought when she went to bed, so she didn’t go to sleep right away. She would stay up late and listen to their arguments, tears stinging her pretty little eyes. She knew they hated each other, and always guessed they stayed together for her. She liked that, but really just wanted them to be happy.




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Adolescence

Even when she grew older, Tessa kept her reign over the school kids intact. She was fearless, as a freshman she wouldn’t hesitate to ruin the reputation of a senior for breaking her friends heart, or something like that. She had “friends” that were really just partners in crime. She never told anyone about her parents fights. They would make her look weak. Of course she loved her parents, but she would love them way more if they stopped fighting. Tessa has just finished with the summer of her life, half of it was spent int the Hamptons with her friends from the Upper East Side, the other traveling around the world with her parents, as usual. She always went on trips with them. She was readying to spend one more year at her prestigious New York private school, and was shocked when he father told her she was going to boarding school. He wouldn’t tell her a reason, but she knew why. The fighting had gotten worse lately, and she knew that her parents weren’t happy anymore. Her best guess is that they don’t want her around as they work things out. She’s pretty much dreading O'Brian, but maybe she can make some real friends, we’ll see. She was at the Academy last year, and became personal minion to Bex, the queen of the school. She does little jobs for her, and in turn gets access to the best parties and shows, all the privileges of being on top are hers. She loves it. This year will be no different, she's sure.



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"I didn’t though! That’s cruel, even for me!"

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{You have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'}
-The Tempest, Act I Scene II

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

The Lovers
★ Tessa has had a few toys boyfriends, but nothing serious yet.

The Friends
★ Tessa has her few friends back home, but they’re basically minions that she uses to do her bidding. But she protects them though, no one screws with her group.

The Immediate Relations
★ Her parents, Tessa has no siblings.

The Enemies
★ She doesn’t like to think about how many.

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{The king's a beggar, now the play is done:
All is well ended, if this suit be won,
That you express content; which we will pay,
With strife to please you, day exceeding day:
Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts;
Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts.}
-All's Well That Ends Well, Act V Scene III

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ℙart One

[﹍﹎Ƹ̵̡ ℕameƷ﹍﹎]
│⋱First⋰│Celeste
∰Meaning/Origin∰ Celeste is a French name meaning "Heavenly".
│⋱Middle⋰│ Madeline
∰Meaning/Origin∰ Madeline is a French name meaning "woman from Magdala".
│⋱Last⋰│ Delacroix (Maiden Name: Bellerose)
∰Meaning/Origin∰ Delacroix is a French name from a very wealthy country family. Her maiden name, Bellerose, is not such a glamorous surname, coming from a small town outside if Paris, where the Delacroix family has a second home.



❝Life should be full of love and happiness.❞



[Information For You]

{๑Age๑} 19
{{๑Place of birth๑} Cleard, France
{๑DOB๑}> May 13th
{๑Gender๑} Female
{๑Sexual Preference๑} Heterosexual
{๑Occupation๑} Housewife



❝My heart has been broken twice before, my spirit can't be taken.❞



[﹍﹎Appearance﹍﹎]





{Height} 5'7
{Weight} 114 lbs
{Hair} Celeste has long, blonde hair that's naturally wavy. Her hair alternates between light and dark blonde, the end result is a gorgeous color that spikes the attention of many.
{Skin} Celeste has light skin that's always a bit tanned. She spends a lot of her time outside, much to her husbands dismay. She has some freckles on her skin, very light ones.
{Eye Color} Celeste's eyes are big and bright blue, her emotions always run straight to her eyes. If you ever want to know how she feels, just look to the clear blue pools.
{Style} Celeste has a wealthy husband, Claude Delacroix, so she's provided with many of the latest fashions. She doesn't really like the huge skirts and luxurious fabrics, though. She wears chiffon dresses with corsets underneath for her daily wear. The dresses are always simple, maybe with a colored band around her natural waist. The colors are light and pretty, and Celeste usually twists her hair up into some beautiful form, or has her maid do it for her. She prefers to be independent, though.
{Special Markings/Scars} Celeste has a few scars on her skin from when she was a child. She ran amok with her brothers and sisters, sometimes getting roughed up. She also has some bruises from her husbands hand.

❝Betrayal is worse than anything else❞



﹍﹎Lets Get Personal﹍﹎

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⊱Likes⊰
⁕ Flowers
⁕ Music
⁕ Knives
⁕ Dancing
⁕ Being independent
⁕ Horses





⊱Dislikes⊰
⁕ Claude
⁕ The government
⁕ Being oppressed
⁕ Time
⁕ Her nightmare of a life
⁕ Her family



❝I used to be so happy...❞



⊱Phobia(s)/Fear(s)⊰
⁕ Being killed by her husband
⁕ Her life never changing
⁕ Losing another child

⊱Strengths⊰
⁕ Throwing/Using knives
⁕ Acting
⁕ Singing
⁕ Being perfect
⁕ Letting out her emotions on inanimate objects

⊱Weaknesses⊰
⁕ Children
⁕ Animals
⁕ Her emotions showing through her eyes

⊱State of Mind⊰
Celeste is sane, but very unhappy. Before she married she was allowed to be strong and independent, now she's subservient and has to deal with being abused and hurt daily. She hates her life, and only stays sane by hacking up trees and things on the property.

⊱Hobbies/Quirks⊰
⁕ Humming: Celeste loves to sing, so she's always singing softly or humming when she's around the house.
⁕ Gardening: Though her husband employs a gardener, Celeste redoes all of the mans work. She gets bored around their country home, and likes to occupy her time with planting and growing beautiful things.
⁕ Sarcasm: Celeste gets in trouble frequently for making sarcastic comments to people that really get on her nerves.

❝Trust us such a foolish thing.❞

ℙart Two

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⇼Early childhood⇼
Celeste Bellerose was born to a large family. Her parents weren't wealthy by any stretch of the imagination. They lived on a farm in a rural town, one just outside of Paris. They provided a portion of the raw goods that went into the city, but not enough to make that much money. The farm wasn't large enough for that. Her parent, Jean and Marie, had many children, and Celeste wasn't the first. She has three older brothers and an older sister, and she want even the last child. Celeste grew up working hard, and then playing hard with her siblings, as well as the other children in the small village around the farm. Celeste was always a sweet and bright young girl, always full of spunk. She liked to do hard work, and play with the boys. Girls pranced around and played princess, but Celeste wasn't welcome to play with them. See, she was the princess that tried to slay the dragon when her knight failed, so the girls got annoyed with her play. So she played with the boys instead, and had lots of fun. Her mother was told countless times that her daughter was beautiful, and plenty if parents wanted her for their farming sons even at a young age. Celeste was oblivious to this though, her father would rather keep her a little angel instead of letting her know the cruelties of the world. Celeste loved her family, and never slept in her own bed. She cuddled up with a sibling or her parents every night. She had plenty if friends, and loved to take care of the horses. Beyond just the farm children, many wealthy people had their country homes in the village where Celeste lived. To their disliking, the children of these wealthy people played with the farm children all the time during the summers, so they were all lumped together without the prejudices of adults, just children playing together. Celeste had a minimalistic childhood, but it was good and pure and fun.



⇼Adolescence⇼
As soon as celeste got to about age 14, her mother started to pressure her about suitors. Marie seemed to think that her daughter was so perfect, so wonderful, that she should get married at 15. At first Celeste wasn't having any of that, but then the boys around her seemed to be thinking the same way. They all vied for her attention, to have alone time with her. And that's what they got. No one really had time to "chaperone" them, but Celeste was courted by four young men, two of them were two years older than her, the others were her age. Celeste two favorites were Claude and Jérome, both were very sweet, and obviously hung up on Celeste. She went to the lake with Claude constantly. He was one if the boys she grew up with, a wealthy boy who's family lived in a vacation home in the village. He called her beautiful, cherished her, made her feel like she was that strong princess. And Celeste fell in love with him. He proposed to her after a year of courting, and she said yes. The two married in simplistic elegance, Celeste in bliss the entire time. The young couple settled down in a home Claude's family gifted to them as a wedding present, and they started their lives together in the village next to where Celeste was born. They started out as a wonderful couple. They were so in love that they spent every moment together. Celeste loved to help Claude with his work every day, looking through books and things. She helped him, and learned how to do them herself, not that he would ever let her. And Claude accompanied Celeste while she gardened and went shopping, he especially loved helping her get dressed, tying up her corsets for her. Celeste had never worn corsets before, but when she got married, they became a staple for the young woman. She learned to like them, she really loved how they formed her body, she looked just like the Paris girls. After just under a year of being married, Celeste discovered that she was carrying a child. She was so excited, she and Claude went to her families home the next day to deliver the news. Everyone was ecstatic, sewing outfits and building cribs and passing on family heirlooms to the couple, wishing them well and offering helping hands to the parents-to-be. Of course Celeste soaked up the lovely attention while preparing for her baby, eating extra healthy and following all the old superstitions of pregnancy. She told everyone that she would be overjoyed with either gender; but everyone could tell that Celeste wanted a baby girl.



⇼Young Adult⇼
TRIGGER WARNING: child death

And so, after nine moths of preparation and excitement, a period of true love and tenderness for Celeste and Claude, Celeste delivered a baby. A beautiful baby girl. Celeste was overjoyed and happy, and the couple decided to name the baby Lucie. Celeste and Claude brought their baby home to a luxurious nursery, and cared for her with so much tenderness that Claude's mother was worried that they were over coddling her. Celeste didn't care though, and neither did Claude. Celeste spent every moment she could with the baby. Calming her down, hearing her screeching cries soften into light breathing was her favorite accomplishment. Cleaning her, taking her outside to see the flowers, playing peekaboo. She never had anything that she cherished as much as little Lucie. The young mother refused to leave her child's side. Claude wanted to get a nanny for some times, so he could spend time with just his wife, but Celeste wouldn't have it. She refused to leave her bundle of joy with any stranger. And so Claude offered to hire a well known Nannie from Paris, the best of the best. She came one day in winter, so Celeste and Claude could go to Paris for the day, have fun together. The day was lively and fun, Celeste had a great break from being a mom. By the time Celeste and Claude came home that night, Lucie had a cough. Celeste was furious and dismissed the Nannie swiftly, making sure to write to all of Claude's friends and tell them to never hire the woman. she had taken Lucie on a stroll in the bitter cold, stupid witch. Celeste wrapped her daughter in blankets and fed her warm milk all night, thinking Lucie would be fine after a day or two. But the cough was more serious, and Lucie stopped breathing while Celeste held her, trying to calm her to sleep. Lucie never woke up, and Celeste was more than devastated. She felt like her whole reason for living was gone, she didn't know what to do or how to handle herself. She write to her mother, asking her to come help her through the grief, but the woman refused to show. She said that it was Celeste's fault that her baby died, that she should be going to god, not her mother. Celeste didn't go to god, in fact she blamed god for taking her baby so cruelly from her. Instead of attending church, Celeste stayed in bed all day, every day. She didn't eat, or drink, or talk or even sleep. She just laid there, her eyes open, having occasional fits of tears and anger.
Claude grew angry with her after this, he figured that instead of crying, the two should be trying to have another baby instead. But Celeste wouldn't, she couldn't do that. Because part of her believed that it was her fault. And if she had another baby, what would she do to that one?
Celeste didn't try to get pregnant again, but she did emerge from her bed. She threw herself back into gardening and watching over Claude's books, since loosing Lucie did the same thing to him as it did to Celeste; he went partially mad. He started to get fits, where he would be so angry that he'd just hit things, break things. It started with objects, walls, furniture, dishes. But after a couple of months of Celeste getting out if bed, Claude's anger changed pace, and headed straight for Celeste. He would hit when she did something wrong, or when she didn't do anything. He would punch or slap or choke or whatever he saw fit at the moment. Celeste would cry and scream, but he didn't stop. He always "felt terribly" afterwards. Every time it happened, he would apologize for a day and be sweet and kind. He'd kiss her bruises, clean her cuts, thinking that he was making up for it. But Celeste didn't care for his fake care. She was disgusted with him. Everytime her wounds healed, he made new ones. It was once a month, then twice, then once a week. Now, Celeste is lucky to get through a day without Claude hitting her. She hates her life, and Claude keeps suggesting she have another child. But Celeste refused to bring a child into Claude's home, she sees him as a devil. She already is forced to act happy with him, since divorce is so forbidden. She wasn't going to make a child pretend too, and she certainly wasn't going to put one in danger. The way Celeste sees it, Claude killed her baby. And if her life doesn't change soon, he'll kill her too.





﹍﹎ℱamily and ℛelationships﹍﹎

♡Family♡

Mother Marie Bellrose
Father Jean
Siblings
- Four older siblings (3 brothers, one sister)
- Two younger siblings (two boys)

♡ℒovers♡
- Husband, Claude

♡ℂlose Friends♡
- she has none after Lucie. She cut off ties with everyone in her depressed state.

❝I've done nothing to deserve this life.❞

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ℙart One

[﹍﹎Ƹ̵̡ ℕameƷ﹍﹎]
│⋱First⋰│Rory
∰Meaning/Origin∰ Rory is an old English name, generally meant for boys, but for our Rory, it's an exception.
│⋱Middle⋰│N/A
∰Meaning/Origin∰ Rory doesn't have a middle name that she knows of, simply because of the lack of records in Trivana.
│⋱Last⋰│Joss
∰Meaning/Origin∰ Joss is another name of English decent. Rory wouldn't even know her last name if it hadn't been for memories, in Trivana you're sorted more by your number than your name.



❝Loyalty doesn't exist anywhere. You could search all of the land out there through all of history, you'd find only people looking out for themselves.❞



[Information For You]

{๑Age๑} 18
{{๑Place of birth๑} Ohio
{๑DOB๑}> August 12th
{๑Gender๑} Female
{๑Sexual Preference๑} Heterosexual
{๑Status๑} New Outsider



❝No ones ever coddled or cared for me like Leo did, and I'll never forgive those who hurt him.❞



[﹍﹎Appearance﹍﹎]

Face Claim: Blake Lively




{Height} 5'7
{Weight} 106 lbs
{Hair} Rory has long blonde hair that's a mesh between bright blonde and light brown. She obviously never highlights or styles it, she doesn't have time for that.
{Skin} Rory has naturally tawny skin. She spends a lot of time out in the sun, but other than that, she doesn't "tan". She has a light spray of freckles over her body, from sun exposure.
{Eye Color} Rory's eyes are a bright blue that can sometimes seem to be green or hazel, but that's just a trick of the light.
{Style} There isn't much room for style in Rory's life. Her "style" is the pair of beat up denim shorts she won in a poker game, the short sleeved shirt with the letters "ACDC" (whatever that is) across the front, along with her black leather jacket. Not a prissy one, a real, hard leather jacket.
{Special Markings/Scars}
- Rory has one tattoo, and it wasn't by choice. She has the number 1794 tattooed on the inside of her left wrist.
- Rory has plenty of scars and bruises on her body from the general dangers of living in Trivana.

❝I don't care for humans anymore. I don't care if they live or die or kill each other for sport. I don't consider myself one of them.❞



﹍﹎Lets Get Personal﹍﹎

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⊱Likes⊰
⁕ Weapons (knives)
⁕ Training
⁕ Leo
⁕ Loneliness
⁕ Killing





⊱Dislikes⊰
⁕ The human race
⁕ Trivana
⁕ Hevansa
⁕ Being controlled
⁕ Being looked down upon
⁕ Having no one to use her babies (knives) on



❝I come from Trivana. I'm cruel. It's in my veins and my mind to be so.❞



⊱Phobia(s)/Fear(s)⊰
⁕ Having fears
⁕ Losing Leo was her only fear, and now he's gone.

⊱Skills⊰
⁕ Using knives
⁕ Fighting
⁕ Intimidating people

⊱Strengths⊰
⁕ Combat
⁕ Working alone
⁕ Mental & Physical Strength

⊱Weaknesses⊰
⁕ Her flaring temper
⁕ Her anger is uncontrollable
⁕ Babies & Small children
⁕ Teamwork

⊱State of Mind⊰
No one would call Rory sane. She's cold and filled to the brim with anger and cruelty. She wants to hurt people, wants to them suffer as she did when her friend was killed. She wants the government to know how much she hates them. She wants to kill them. But how could she? She's definitely not sane.

⊱Hobbies/Quirks⊰
- Leaving marks in trees: Rory will carve delicate and intricate patters into trees or stone to remind herself where she's been before
- Stabbing things: Rory likes to stab things, from the ground to her own boot. She gets bored
- Humming: Rory tends to hum songs when she's alone. She remembers them from somewhere, bye she can't figure out exactly where.

❝People are hurt everyday. The difference between the strong and the weak is how they move on.❞

ℙart Two

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⇼Early childhood⇼
Rory was born on a boiling hot day in August. Her parents and family lived in a small town in Ohio, but Rory doesn't exactly remember anytime before the riots started. The government was bad, and the people were rebelling. But the government wasn't going to go quietly. They fought the people back, and to show their power and dominance in the chaos, the riots in the streets and burning buildings. They stopped allowing the riots, and started killing protestors. That was the first step. Now Rory's parents were simple people. They weren't involved in riots or rebel groups. They weren't sympathetic to the government or the rioters. They just loved their daughter, and wanted to keep her safe through all the chaos going on around them. So they didn't speak a word. They didn't speak against the government, but also didn't help the rebels. So they were targeted. Not by the government. No, the government could care less about a neutral young family in Ohio. They were targeted by the people.
See, the government had started burning towns, pillaging and taking any survivors to the Trivana, a new camp where society would be "rebuilt". Ha, rebuilt. Trivana was just a prison camp for the people, a place to raise a generation of proper citizens, and kill the unruly ones.
So, the resistance burned places too. They went into towns that were primarily neutral or government supporters, cleared out the other rebels, then burned it down. Rory's birthplace was one of those towns. Her town started to burn one night in September. Her parents saw it and knew they could do nothing. The fires had spread too far, their home would be caught. Leaving wasn't an option, for they would be killed by the rebels waiting at the town boundaries, their child taken to the terrifying Hevesa camp.
So they huddled together in the corner of Rory's room, eight year old Rory screaming and crying out to her parents, begging them to leave, to get out of the terrifying home that was being consumed by flames in front of her very eyes. Her parents hushed her, told her it was alright. They did this for so long, until one moment, they stopped making noise. Rory let out cries, she nudged them, tugged on their clothing. But they were gone, dead, killed by the poison in the air. All Rory can remember after that is the room getting colorful, then it spinning. Eventually, her world went black.
When she woke up, the fire was over. Her parents were on the ground beneath her, crumpled corpses with dead eyes. She was being lifted by strong, forceful arms. As any child would, Rory started to scream. She kicked and yelled and hit at the soldier that picked her up. "The parents are dead." He had said to his partner, to which Rory screamed that they weren't. She coldly believe that. But the soldier didn't listen to the little blonde girl, he just slapped her across the face and told her to shut the fuck up. He brought her outside to his jeep and put her in the back of it. From there she was taken to Trivana.
Upon arriving, Rory was asked her name and age. Scared and confused, she didn't tell them right away. She asked for her parents instead, then her aunt, even her grandpa. She was desperate to find them, they couldn't all be gone, could they? But young Rory didn't find any family members, instead she was slapped again, and told to give her name. With tears running down her cheeks, she surrendered her name and age, as well as where she was from and who her parents were. She was the told to stand with another group of children around her age. Once they were a group of twenty, they were led away to a cabin looking building. It was long, and inside, had bunk beds lining the walls. Five on each side. The bunks looked rickety and uncomfortable, but Rory got the impression that her bed was the least of her worries. She was told to pick one, and went straight to the corner, choosing the bottom bunk on the bed. The children were left after they had their beds, and were told to be quiet and go to sleep, not to leave or really do anything until they were told. So they all laid in their beds, but none if them slept. No, most laid awake, staring at the ceiling. Rory cried. She sobbed and sobbed, not even bothering to be quiet. She sobbed so hard that the pillow beneath her head was soaked. She only realized what was happening when a hand came down on her shoulder, a small, rigid feeling hand. She jumped and skirted away from the hand, already feeling unsafe in the new scary place. When she turned, she found herself looking into the face of a boy her age. He was taller than her, and had black hair, toffee colored skin, and concerned brown eyes. He told her that it was okay, his name was Leo and he was like her. He hugged her lightly, and Rory finished her crying on Leo's shoulder. After that night, Rory and Leo spent as much time together as they could in the cold place. They went to school during he days, receiving education based off of propaganda and laws. They went to meals created off of pure protein and essential nutrients, so basically, it tasted like cardboard. They went to bed at an early hour, so they could wake up early the next morning. But they did it together. Rory and Leo, a match that lasted. They would make jokes about their teacher, sneak off after bedtime to play tag in the dense woods behind their cabins, and even flick food at each other during dinner. They made hell bearable for each other.



⇼Adolescence⇼
Though Rory and Leo made Trivana bearable for one anther, they couldn't fix it. The rules were strict and enforced to the best of the soldiers abilities. The system worked form afar: the children went to the doctored school, and once they were in their teens, started to learn a specialized are of study, so they could participate as adults. The adults worked in one of the specified groups, for no pay. They were given bunks, shacks for housing if they were married. They were fed with their age group three times a day, and followed the rules. No one was allowed out after the sun set. No one was allowed outside of their schedules. No one was allowed to do anything that they weren't explicitly TOLD to do. You needed written permission to do anything out of the norm. The punishment? Whipping in front if the whole of the camp, torture, and even a public death, which all ages were forced to stand in attendance for. The killing were cold and unemotional, ruthless and swift. Being brought up in Trivana, it became normal to watch people be beaten and killed. It wasn't pleasant, no, but Rory got used to watching people be in pain, and became desensitized to the whole ordeal. She felt bad for the people, sure. But watching violence wasn't hard. She cried at the first one she went to, which earned her twenty lashes in the town square. It was hard, and Leo took the punishment with her. He'd always said "You and me Roar, we're a team." And he'd meant it. Anything they did, they did together. And once it came time for them to choose their concentrated field of study, age 15, they both chose the same thing; military training. They trained to become soldiers. The routine changed for Rory and Leo. They moved to a different cabin, but were of course still bunk bed mates. They woke up earlier and went running for an hour. After that, they did drills, agility and balance training, getting physically fit and training to have nimble feet and hands. Then they would have breakfast. And once that was over, it was weapons training, they would learn to assemble and take apart guns, how to build knives, bows and arrows from practically nothing. They did that for months, never actually using the weapons. Lunch was after that, and to end the day, they would do everyone's least favorite practice. They studied the laws, so they would know what to enforce. The law and possible loopholes, what punishment went for what, everything. Rory enjoyed training. She wanted to be a soldier, and thought that maybe she could inject some mercy into the system. If she saw kids out after curfew, she could say they were just getting a schoolbook, so they would just get five lashes instead of torture. She could be a good soldier, actually morally good. Leo didn't like their training as much though, he was angered by people telling him what to do. Rory told him to calm down, because once he was a soldier, people couldn't really tell him what to do, could they??? Leo would smile swiftly and say she was right, but Rory was sure he was lying to make her feel better. Almost a year later, Rory was introduced to her calling. The drill Sargent that taught them to create weapons finally let the future soldiers use them. First were knives. Throwing, stabbing, slashing. They were taught it all. Most the trainees complained about not being given guns, but for Rory, holding a knife brought out something within her. It brought out a real fighter, a passionate lion of sorts. She soared in knife training, the Sargent even complimented her. She wanted more. So that night, she grinned as she pulled Leo out after curfew, to an old abandoned farmhouse on the edge of Trivana. They practiced there, throwing knives, sparring each other. Those were the best nights or Rory's life. Just being free to train without anyone watching, developing her skills with fire and ambition, learning on her own. They did this when they were introduced to bows, but not with guns, can't shoot in the middle of the night without being heard... So they trained, and spent their days training. It was exhausting, but Rory and Leo loved it, loved spending their time together as best friends.

PART THREE
⇼Young Adult⇼
Rory and Leo completed their training to be soldiers at age 17, and were officially made soldiers in June of that year. Rory was a bit shocked at how hard it was, and how much she was expected to use her weapons. She ended up applying for a job guarding the children's bunk buildings. Of course she got it, and she ended up just keeping kids in thee beds. It was easy for her, telling kids to go back to bed or she'd write them up for it. They would scamper back to their bunks and not leave again. Kids rarely were written up, but Rory did what she had to do. If a kid was breaking too many rukes, she'd order them five or seven lashes for it. But that was nothing compared to the twenty she used to get for crying. Rory and Leo for picked on for the spots they took. The other soldiers called them babysitters, and of course Rory just gave them the middle finger. She was the one doing good, giving kids a safer nighttime routine. She didn't think she was weak for that. Leo worked with her of course, and they were close as ever. They'd tried dating in the beginning, but decided they didn't like it, it was like kissing your sibling, so they were just friends, the best of them. They still went to the abandoned barn, but Leo came less often. He had people that he met. He wouldn't tell Rory who they were, or what they talked about. Rory trusted him thought, she wasn't going to stalk him to find out. Leo was a smart, grown Man. He could make his own decisions. So she didn't worry about it. Until, one day, she woke up, and Leo wasn't in their cabin. He wasn't there. He was always there. He didn't show up to post that morning either. Rory was called to generals tent for questioning. Questioning??? Rory had no clue what was going on, but then she was told. Leo had joined a rebel group, Hevesa resistance within the Trivana. They were untraced, only planning and debating their options, until one of the head men was caught with plans, plans that explicitly told the groups intentions. So he was told to give up one member, and their meeting place, and his life would be sparred. He gave up Leo. Leo was taken to the prison within Trivana. A horrible, filthy, grotesque place to live. He wasn't there very much though, for the government used him as an example. They whipped him in the town square. Fifty lashes a day for three days. Rory was forced to watch, forced to keep down her tears and shouts and disgusted pleas. Then came three days torture. She had to watch Leo, his almond eyes washed with tears, his soft, kind features contorted in pain as he called out in pain. Knives were twisted into his skin. Poisons poured into his mouth. Stones were thrown at him. Everything that could possibly happen, did. Right in the town square for everyone to see. On the seventh day, the last day of the week, Leo was killed. He was hanged in the town square. Rory had to leave immediately after. She ran to the barn and sobbed for hours. She couldn't deal with humanity. Leo, the kindest, most compassionate, pleasant person that she knew, was cruelly murdered and harmed for being his own man. He was sacrificed for some stupid, useless group. Rory decided in her hours within the barn that she couldn't live there anymore. And neither could the man that gave Rory up. She was goin to leave Trivana, but first, she had something to do. She went to her cabin and changed into her favorite clothing, shorts, tee, and leather jacket. She left her soldiers uniform behind, laid out on Leo's bed. She took everything she'd need to survive in her knapsack, and set out to the adults cabins. She found the man that gave Leo up, a man named Gabriel. She approached him with tears in her eyes, feeling hysterical. She was holding a hunting knife in her right hand, asking him why. Why had he sacrificed such a good man? Watched him be killed and stripped of any pride he had, watched him wither. Gabriel couldn't answer, he just looked at Rory with fear in his eyes. Anger bubbled inside of her, he didn't even have a reason. Leo died for nothing. Rory sprang on him with angry yell, her knife sinking into the flesh of his neck and tearing sideways, opening a wound so large, he never could've survived it. Rory leaped off of him when the dead was done, and stared down at him, disgusted and numb. She was so alone in that moment, so crazed on adrenaline. She barely heard the two soldiers approach her from behind. But when arms circled her waist, she attacked out of instinct. She stabbed the man in the chest, kicking him away, and had to do the same to his partner if she ever wanted out. After she was alone, surrounded by the three corpses shed killed, she ran. She knew a way out, a section of fencing that had a hole big enough for her to crawl through. So she did. She took her bag and didn't even clean her knife before sheathing it. She ran then. Just ran. She doesn't know for how long. But eventually, Rory passed out from exhaustion. She woke up in the desert, so she must've run for miles. She kept going, further and further into the desert, prepared to finish her years alone. She knows they'll be looking for her. But their woman hunt would only last so long, there were more important problems than number 1794, a rouge soldier. They would expected her to be in Hevesa by then. Rory is sure that in a day or two, she'll be really alone, no one following or looking for her. The gravity if what she's done has not sunk in yet, and she's not sure when it will, but the blood is still sticky on her knife, all she can think of is Leo.




❝I'll never go back, ever. I'm going to stay out here forever. Where I belong. I'm dangerous, and so are they. We shouldn't mix.❞



﹍﹎ℱamily and ℛelationships﹍﹎

♡Family♡

Mother June Joss, DECEASED
Father Pete Joss, DECEASED

♡ℒovers♡
♡Leo at one time, only for about a month though.

♡ℂlose Friends♡
♡Leo, DECEASED


ℱavorite Memory/Song Lyrics
"May your feet serve you well
And the rest be sent to Hell
Where they always have belonged
Cold hearts brew colder songs
Fate will play us out"



❝The world is cruel and so am I.❞

( ^_^)／ やぁ！( ^_^)／ やぁ！( ^_^)／ やぁ！( ^_^)／ やぁ！( ^_^)／ やぁ！

[Part 1]

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★No, you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No, you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life★




(￣▽￣)ノ☆バンバン！! Introducing ！ンバン☆ノ(￣▽￣)

ღ"I know what I want."ღ




☆--First--☆ Chanel
:::Meaning::: Chanel is a French girls name meaning "channel".
☆--Last--☆ Marion
:::Meaning::: Marion is a French surname that Chanel inherited from her father.

☆--DOB--☆ January 1st
☆--LOB--☆ Paris, France
☆--Age--☆ 17
☆--Gender--☆ Female
☆--Sexuality--☆ ????Heterosexual????
☆--Year--☆ 3

ღ"I spend my time bettering myself, physically."ღ



★The keys to life are running and reading. When you're running, there's a little person that talks to you and says, "Oh I'm tired. My lung's about to pop. I'm so hurt. There's no way I can possibly continue." You want to quit. If you learn how to defeat that person when you're running. You will how to not quit when things get hard in your life. For reading: there have been gazillions of people that have lived before all of us. There's no new problem you could have--with your parents, with school, with a bully. There's no new problem that someone hasn't already had and written about it in a book★

*:--☆--:*:--☆:*:--☆--:* Appearance *:--☆--:*:--☆:*:--☆--:*:

Face Claim: Chanel Iman

☆--Pictures--☆



☆--Hair/Style--☆ Chanel has dark hair. Her hair is black but can sometimes seem a dark brown. She never cuts it save for minuscule trims, and always wears her hair straight.
☆--Eye Color--☆ Chanel has almond shaped eyes, colored a chocolate brown.
☆--Height--☆ 5'8
☆--Build--☆ Chanel is tall and slim as a bean. Her limbs are skinny and if you saw under her shirt, you find her ribs protruding just slightly.
☆--Skin tone--☆ Chanel inherited her skin tone from her mother, a gorgeous dark brown sugar tone that she's very proud to have.
☆--Special Markings--☆ Chanel doesn't mark her body, as it's part of being a model. She does have her ears pierced once, but that's all.
☆--Style--☆Chanel wears clothes that are very up to date and trendy, only the best designers for this young model.
☆--Favorite outfit--☆
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ღ"The industry moves fast, I just have to keep up."ღ



Love comes and goes so much while you're in your teenage years

*:--☆--:*:--☆:*:--☆--:* Personality *:--☆--:*:--☆:*:--☆--:*



☆--Like(s)--☆
⇉ Being in charge
⇉ Pouting at the camera
⇉ Fashion
⇉ Losing weight
⇉ Being better than everyone else
⇉ Runway shows
⇉ Getting attention from men


☆--Dislike(s)--☆
⌦ Failing
⌦ Being out of control
⌦ Losing a casting spot
⌦ Eating
⌦ Gaining weight
⌦ Fat



☆--Strength(s)--☆
⇉ Modeling
⇉ Bossing people around
⇉ Flirting
⇉ Working out
⇉ Faking emotions

☆--Weaknesse(s)--☆
⌦ Emotions
⌦ Honesty
⌦ Her mother

☆--Phobia(s)--☆
⌦ Gaining weight
⌦ Losing her composure

☆--State of Mind--☆ Sane

☆--Hobbies/Quirks--☆
‽ Applying makeup/perfume
‽ Working out
‽ Reading fashion magazines

ღ"Nothing can break my focus, nothing."ღ



★Most schools have a loud system of loud bells, which startle the students and teachers at regular intervals and remind them that time is passing even more slowly than it seems★

( ^_^)／ やぁ！( ^_^)／ やぁ！( ^_^)／ やぁ！( ^_^)／ やぁ！( ^_^)／ やぁ！

[Part 2]

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☆--Early Childhood--☆
Chanel's parents, Alicia DuPont and Marc Marion, met at a photo shoot. Alicia was an aspiring model, only 17, given a shot in the background of a Prada Ad. Marc was a renowned photographer already, at the age of 25, and took a liking to the model. The two got into a relationship, and as Alicia's career grew, the two grew closer, exploring the industry from different standpoints, but together all the same. They really did love each other, but they knew neither of them were made for marriage. So they lived together, and were exclusive, but marriage wasn't what they were looking for. Alicia got pregnant at age 20, the peak of her career, and delivered her baby safely and healthily in the next 9 months. The baby girl was named Chanel, and Alicia and Marc brought her home with excitement in both of their eyes, they truly wanted to be parents, just not as a married couple just yet. Chanel was taken care of by nannies as soon as she was weaned off of her mother. Her nannies were her mothers, all five of them. Some of them worked different days of the week, some during the day and some at night, when Chanel's parents were at luxurious parties in the City of Lights. Chanel never felt lonely though, she had plenty of friends that lived in the same building as her, and any toy she could ever want to keep her occupied. But she never wanted dolls or easy bake ovens. No, Chanel wanted couture and high heels. She wanted to be like her mommy. A beautiful woman that was admired for being beautifUl, a woman that could pose in anything and be loved and respected for it. She dreamed of strutting down runways and pouting for expensive cameras. So she asked her mother questions. Her bedtime stories were stories from the modeling world, from meeting famous fashion designers and photographers. Chanel never wanted to hear about anything else. Once she was old enough, school bored her. She was more interested in which girls she could be in charge of, which boys she could control with a smile and a bat if her lashes. It fascinated her and excited her, that she could control people just by picking on them, by making them fear her. And so Chanel used that to control people in school. She wasn't the most popular girl, no, but no one ever messed with her, ever. And she had a few friends, good ones, you could say, that sat together during lunch adj went to each other's houses for sleepovers after school. They were a clique, and that wasn't about to change.



☆--Adolescence/Young Adult--☆
Chanel and her friends dominated once they got to high school. They were the mean girls; Chanel, Alyssa, and Marie. They lived in Paris, and with the surroundings of fashion houses and couture all around them, they all wanted nothing but to be a part of it. Chanel was the model of the group, Alyssa the photographer, and Marie the designer. They worked together and pushed each other to work harder. Chanel was pushed to diet and exercise by her mother. If she ever wanted to be in the business, then she had to loose weight, be thinner, slimmer, more beautiful. So that's what Chanel did. She focused on calories and how many she had to eat to keep herself going. Turned out that was a 90 calorie yogurt every morning, and some granola at around 5 o'clock. That was it. And she exercised constantly, thinking it was what she had to do to get the weight she needed to be. And she got to that weight, you'd better bet she did. And once she did, her mother got her signed on with an agency. She was just over 15 years old, and she went to her first photo shoot with her friends in two and hopes high in her chest. She did amazingly at the shoot, posing amazingly and getting great pictures for the perfume ad. It wasn't anything reputable, but Chanel had her name out there, and that was enough for her. She bragged in school for the next week, and pasted the magazine cutout of herself all over her room, a reminder of success, and how good it felt. She reminded herself every hour of every day, pushing herself even more than before in her dieting and exercising areas. And she got results, the more she pushed herself, the more jobs she got. The jobs got better and better, more reputable designers and more exposure to the world. Within a year, Chanel was a well known name in the young modeling industry. She was an up and coming star. Her grades plummeted, but she didn't care, she had jobs and shows to occupy her time. And on top of that, with every day she got more attention from boys. Boys that wanted to kiss her and date her and be with her all the time. She loved that attention, and craved more of it. She started dating a boy named Alex, the son of a politician in the city. The two started to spend all their time together. Alex came with Chanel to her photo shoots, her runway shows, and everything In between. Every time they went to a photo shoot, Alex would have eyes for all the girls, not just Chanel. He would check them all out and flirt with them all, but at the end of the night, he was always with Chanel. So she pretended not to care, and focused in modeling instead. Calories, running, crunches, calories, photo shoot, Alex, sleep. Repeat. She didn't do anything else. She didn't really have her friends anymore, all she had was Alex. Their relationship moved fast, and they were seriously intimate with each other after a few months. Alex told her he loved her, and Chanel said it back, convincing herself that it was true. Everything was perfect in Chanel's life. She walked in shows for Mark Jacobs, posed in ads for Kate Spade, and shot commercials for brands like Loreal and Garnier.
Until one day, Chanel's dieting and exercise routine caught up to her. She was backstage at a show when she started to see spots. This wasn't odd for her, since she worked through black spots constantly. And so she went out on the runway anyway, she strutted her way down the runway, then went backstage and fainted on the floor, just as she was behind the curtain. She was rushed to the hospital, where she was met by her parents and Alex. When she woke up, the doctors told her that she was malnourishing herself, that she wasn't allowed to exercise or model for a long time, a certain amount if months that made Chanel burst into tears. That long would take her off the radar if the industry, would make her a nobody once she was back. She cried for hours, with Alex and her mother comforting her endlessly. Her father on the other hand was looking for actual solutions. And what he found was a boarding school. All female, with a males school across the lake. It was a prestigious private school with apartment-like dorms and uniforms required during class time. He enrolled her right away, without consulting anyone else. Chanel was still in the hospital when the bomb was dropped on her, and she didn't speak to anyone but Alex for the next three days. In those three days she was watched carefully by the doctors, forced to gain weight. Chanel was angry, and vowed that once she got to this school, she would get herself back to how she was supposed to be, back to model Chanel. She was released after two weeks in the hospital, Alex by her side the whole time. After she got home, there was only a week left before she was shipped off to the private all girls school, ending promised by Alex the whole time that he would call, text, and be there for her. Chanel isn't happy about school, and she doesn't expect to accel in anything but sports, track, maybe gymnastics this year.



ღ"No one can control me, not really."ღ


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☆--Family--☆
♠ Marc Marion, father
♠ Alicia DuPont, mother

☆--Friends--☆
♤ Alyssa
♤ Marie

☆--Lovers--☆
♥ Drew, ex
♥ Carson (one night stand)
♥ Gavin (ONS)
♥ Alex



ღ"I will be me again, no matter how much weight they make me gain. I'll loose it."ღ


☆--ℱavorite song lyrics--☆
Primadonna girl, yeah
All I ever wanted was the world
I can't help that I need it all
The primadonna life, the rise and fall
You say that I'm kinda difficult
But it's always someone else's fault
Got you wrapped around my finger, babe
You can count on me to misbehave



ღ"Kiss my well-sculpted ass, douchebag." ღ



★We are students of words: we are shut up in schools, and colleges, and recitation -rooms, for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bag of wind, a memory of words, and do not know a thing ★


( ^_^)／ やぁ！( ^_^)／ やぁ！( ^_^)／ やぁ！( ^_^)／ やぁ！( ^_^)／ やぁ！

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Part One

[__Ƹ̵̡NameƷ__]

│⋱First⋰│ Bella

∮∮∮Meaning/Origin∮∮∮ Short form of ISABELLA and other names ending in bella. It is also associated with the Italian word meaning "beautiful".

│⋱Middle⋰│ Cordelia

∮∮∮Meaning/Origin∮∮∮ Of uncertain origin, Cordelia is thought to be from the Celtic name Creiryddlydd (daughter of the sea). The name is borne in Shakespeare's King Lear by Lear's youngest daughter, the only one who was faithful to him.

│⋱Last⋰│ Windsor

∮∮∮Meaning/Origin∮∮∮ Windsor is the surname taken by Bella, as she is the princess of Windsor. Her old brother takes the surname York, as he is the Prince of York.



❝I don't belong to anyone.❞

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{๑Age๑} 20

{{๑Place of birth๑} London, England

{๑DOB๑}> March 22nd

{๑Gender๑} Female

{๑Sexual Preference๑} Heterosexual

{๑Occupation๑} Princess??



❝Maybe you should bite your tongue.❞

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[__Appearance__]


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{Height} 5'7

{Weight} 117 lbs

{Hair} Bella's hair is long and golden blonde, the same as her mothers. She usually wears it down, unless her maids absolutely force her to put it up.

{Skin} Bella has creamy and beautiful skin, with a few freckles across her cheeks.

{Eye Color} Bella has crystal blue eyes that shine when she speaks and can give people shivers with one glare.

{Style} Being the princess of England, Bella wears only the most gorgeous of gowns. With tight, suffocating corsets that she loves to wear.

{Special Markings/Scars} Bella has no scares, but she does have a ring that she wears always. Not an engagement ring, but a family one. Its a deep sapphire, set inside a gold band with diamonds surrounding it.

❝Watch and learn❞

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__Lets Get Personal__

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⊱Likes⊰

⁕ Balls

⁕ Dancing

⁕ Chatting with her ladies

⁕ Sassing

⁕ Gowns



⊱Dislikes⊰

⁕ Andrew

⁕ Boring Dinner parties

⁕ Secrets being hidden from her

⁕ Being Wrong

⁕ Being told what to do

⁕ Entitled men


❝You speak in such a way to a princess?❞

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⊱Phobia(s)/Fear(s)⊰

⁕ Marrying Andrew

⁕ Showing weakness

⁕ Being Overpowered


⊱Skills⊰

⁕ Dancing

⁕ Charming people

⊱Strengths⊰

⁕ Sarcasm

⁕ Beauty

⁕ Position

⊱Weaknesses⊰

⁕ Fluffy animals

⁕ Stubborn

⁕ Head strong

⁕ Careless

❝You are cordially invited to fuck off.❞

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☀__☁__≈__History__≈__☁__☀



Early childhood


Bella was born to King Edmund and Queen Eliza of England. the second child of the two, but not the last of the children. There was an older brother, Alec, that was set to be the King of England after his fathers demise. After Bella came Johnathan, Anne, and Reina. They were all about two years apart, and all had different personalities. Bella was the adventurous of the siblings. She loved to do insane things, even as a child. The princess of England used to crawl under the tables at dinner parties and tie together the shoe laces of foreign kings and earls. When she was three, she was introduced to Andrew Walsh, the son of an Earl that was one of her fathers closest friends. Andrew was supposed to be Bella's husband one day, but neither of them took to each other. They didn't really like each other that much. Bella was a free spirit that did whatever she wanted, while Andrew tried to be overly studious because of his position. Which really, Bella never understood, since he was just an earls son, not a prince.





Adolescence



As they got older, Bella only got more adventurous. She would always climb the stairs up to the roof of the castle in the middle of the night, and kay down to watch the stars. She went crazy at balls, dancing all night with anyone that she felt like dancing with. She became very close with her ladies in waiting, her best friends. She wasn't even supposed to have ladies until she was married, but she asked her daddy nicely, and she'll always be his little girl, so he said yes. Andrew got more adventurous too, but with women instead of adventures. He hit on anyone with boobs and two legs, and Bella wasn't an exception. She was bored with his pick up lines by age 15. It was just s year later that their parents realized that the two weren't falling in love anytime soon, and before they decided to marry elsewhere, the king and the earl told their children that they were to be engaged and married one day. Bella went into mourning, thinking that her life was over now that she was to be with Andrew the rest of her life. She thought that as a princess, she would have more chances to fall in love. Andrew saw the announcement as an opportunity to take what was "his. Whenever they were at the others castle, Andrew would "steal her away", telling their parents he wanted to talk to his future wife. But really he just dragged her into one of the spare bedrooms and started to makeout with her. Bella tried to get him to stop, but he said no. And she was only 16 at the time, so she didn't know what to do. She eventually told her ladies' maids, and they were shocked. they told her to threaten him with a scandal, and kick him in the balls. SO that's what Bella did. And that's when Andrew's advances started to slow.



Young Adult



Andrew calmed down a little bit, but he hasn't stopped bothering Bella. She's terrified that he's going to propose soon, to really trap her. She doesn't want to be married to him, or to belong to anyone for that matter. However, their family is always at the earls castle, and the earls family is at theirs. She sees hi and his family constantly, and barely anyone else, save for her older brothers fiancee. She's currently trying to find someone else to occupy her time, maybe a sexy rogue or a crazy man, anyone to get her away from Andrew. She doesn't even care if she has to ruin herself. She'd rather be an old maid, living in a tower at her brothers castle till the day she dies than marry him. She's ready to do actually anything, and no one can stop her.




❝I won't let my life be chosen for me.❞

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__Family and Relationships__

♡Family♡

Mother Queen Eliza

Father King Edmund

Siblings Alec, Johnathan, Anne and Reina

♡Lovers♡ unfortunately Andrew

♡Close Friends♡ Her ladies maids; Tessa, Amelia, and Cosette


Song Lyrics
Romeo, save me, they try to tell me how to feel.
This love is difficult but it's real.
Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess.
It's a love story, baby, just say, 'Yes.'"

❝Keep your revolting paws off of me.❞

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“I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ﹣ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍᴇʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴅᴀᴍᴘ ɢʀᴀss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡs ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʟᴇᴇᴠᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴏssʏ sʜᴇʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ.” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

∘ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ∘ Olivia Tate
∘ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ∘ Olivia /oʊˈlɪviə/ is a popular feminine given name in the English language. It is a Latinate name derived, first coined by William Shakespeare for a character in the Twelfth Night.
∘ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ﹙s﹚ ∘ She's known as just Liv. She hates her full name with an inspiring passion.

“A ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ɪs ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏs ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʀᴅs ᴀs ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴀs ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



∘ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ∘ Kaya Scodelario




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Liv is a fairly small girl. She's just about average height, and has very narrow shoulders. Most people don't think she amounts to much, but they would be wrong. She's just very slim and tiny in build.
Liv has fascinating blue eyes. They're almond shaped with bright, exciting irises.
Liv's hair is a brown color, more dark than it is light. She doesn't really take good care of it at all, but she does what she can. She brushes it and stuff, and it's naturally kind of wavy.

∘ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 5'4
∘ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 107 lbs
∘ sᴛʏʟᴇ ∘ Liv definitely doesn't have a style. But just that fact gives her a style, that looks kind of punk. Really it's just a mixture of all the clothes that she's managed to get over the years, and she puts it all together however she likes.

“Aʟʟ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪʀʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ﹣ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



∘ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ∘ Female
∘ ᴀɢᴇ ∘ 18
∘ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ∘ Heterosexual

∘ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ September 12th
∘ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ 3:21 AM
∘ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ Backwoods Nevada

“I ғᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ﹐ ʜᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇʀɪᴛʏ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғʟᴀᴍɪɴɢ sᴇʟғ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ. Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ·s ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs I·ᴅ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡɪʟᴅ sᴜsᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴀʟʟ sʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



»ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴛʀɪᴀᴛs«
⑅ Stubborn
⑅ Resourceful
⑅ Not trusting
⑅ Intelligent
⑅ Independent

Liv is a complicated person. She isn't the easiest thing to figure out, and if you meet her, she'll keep you guessing for months about who she is. She doesn't like to be predictable, and really, there are two parts to Liv. The one that everyone sees is a tough girl. She's been homeless since she was seventeen, and that hardens a person. She does a lot of things that she doesn't like to just survive in the city. She doesn't trust anyone, and really she's only ever trusted a few people before. But they're all gone. She's very lonely, but reminds herself often that she doesn't need anyone. She can live on her own, and has been for about a year now. It isn't that hard to do if you make the right friends. Friends is a loose term, since Liv doesn't really consider anyone to be her friend. People see her as that tricky little snarky teenager that lives on the street. And she's fine with that. It's not all there is to her. Once upon a time she was a sensitive little thing, with a big heart and a lot of wonder and questions to ask. She used to get amazing grades in school, and would hang out with her friends every night and go to movies. She used to be normal and soft. Yea, she used to be soft. And that softie is still in there somewhere, but it's hard to get to. Since Liv would rather be the incompetent teenager, she doesn't let people in. She would never tell anyone how much she likes books, or how she used to have a kitten names Marcy, or that she used to curl up against her moms sweater and fall asleep, even when she was in high school. She wouldn't want anyone to know, she doesn't want to seem weak.

»ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Music
⑅ Warm things (blankets, sweaters)
⑅ Vegas at night
⑅ Dancing
⑅ Assholes

»ᴀᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Kind people (they're too happy)
⑅ Her family
⑅ Businessmen
⑅ Old people

»ᴀᴘᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇs«
⑅ Pick-pocketing
⑅ Sassing people
⑅ Making the right friends
⑅ Lying

»ᴅᴇғɪᴄɪᴇɴᴄɪᴇs«
⑅ Being herself
⑅ Admitting defeat
⑅ Crying
⑅ Animals
⑅ Kids

»ϙᴜɪʀᴋs«
⑅ Hair-twirling
⑅ Foot tapping

»ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs ﹠ ғᴇᴀʀs«
⑅ Never having a better life
⑅ Gangs

»ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ« Liv is perfectly sane. She's never even teetered on the edge, she's always been pretty levelheaded.



“Nᴏ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ, ᴏʀ ғʀᴇsʜɴᴇss, ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜɪs ɢʜᴏsᴛʟʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

(view spoiler)[Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ﹐ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀʟᴀᴅs﹐ ɪs ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇʟʟᴀ. Aʟʟ I ᴀsᴋ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴀsᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ’s ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. Tʜᴀɴᴋs ᴛᴏ Lᴇᴇɴᴀ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴅᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢ. (hide spoiler)]
ᴘᴀʀᴛ Ⅱ



“Wʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴏɴᴇ...ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ·ᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

sᴛᴀɢᴇ Ⅰ – ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ
Pt.1

Olivia Tate was born on a warm September day. The heat of the Nevada was still lingering all across the state, and on the small plot of land where Olivia was born, here was a happy celebration. The Tate's were your average, middle class people in a backwoods Nevada town. Some people might call it a bit of redneck town, but Olivia never thought so. T was the kind of place where everyone went to same church every Sunday, where the men went hunting every Saturday while the women stayed at home and made a big dinner all day, just for when the fathers and brothers got home. All the children went to the same school, and everyone married whoever they took to the junior prom. It was so small, that everyone knew your name, and when someone new turned up, it was the talk to the town. Including babies, and including Olivia Tate. Her name was picked for her by her mother, and most everyone in town thought it was silly. Too snobby, too long, something some english woman would be named. Her "father" joked around in her younger years that she was Olivia The First, the only royalty of the county. His name was Red, and her mothers name was Emily. Red wanted to name his daughter Blue, after her bright blue eyes, and of course to keep the running joke of color names. But Emily insisted on someone beautiful for her only daughter. What Red didn't know, and what would alter ruin all of their lives, was that Olivia wasn't actually his child biologically, that she was the child of another man in town, Mr. Grant Sanders. Grant and Emily had a small affair, just the tiniest of flings. But Emily insured to him once she found herself or pregnant that the baby was hat of her husbands, not the man she'd fallen for after the fact. There were already two children in the Tate family, both boys, Jonas and Danny. They were happy to have a younger sibling, but really they couldn't care less. A little girl wasn't a big deal to them. They just figured she would go to high school and get married right after that, maybe be on the cheerleading squad. That's all they really thought a girl could be. They would rather have a brother, someone they could teach to hunt and fish.

But they were out of luck, and they were very wrong about what their little sister would be like. She was a quiet baby, not crying much or bothering anyone with shrill whining and sobbing. She only cried for her mother if she really needed something, and general slept through the nights. Her mother was fascinated by her, she was so quiet and sweet. Always curling her little hands around her mothers fingers, wanting to be close. She didn't much like her crib, but she accepted it. She'd rather be with her momma. Her brothers softened towards her some, and got her little toys and stuffed animals when she got a little bit bigger. She was an adorable child, with a little oval face and huge blue eyes. She was paler than the rest of them, unfortunately looking like a delicate, beautiful version of her real father. Grant was a school teacher, and so when she entered his classes, Olivia got special treatment, and was often called a teachers pet. Grant never believed Emily that Olivia was Reds daughter, he was convinced that she was his. And he was correct, but Emily made him swear to never tell a soul. And he didn't. Olivia went on learning school. She always picked out her own clothing, which surprisingly was jeans and tee shirts, not the dresses her mother always bought her. She would only wear the black ones. But every Sunday, Emily would dress Olivia up in a pretty pink dress for Church, and Liv would whine and complain the whole time. She was a spunky little thing from the start, giving her brothers a run for their money. They would pull her hair and tease her, so she would haul off and punch them in the noses. And they would get angry for a moment, but then of course they would laugh, because their sister wasn't any normal girl, she was kind of cool. Her mother would stand to the side and cluck her tongue, but she was secretly proud of her little tomboy.

Olivia grew up that way, being teased by her brothers, fawned over by her mother, and reluctantly accepted by Red. He didn't understand the girl. She was trying out for the softball team instead of the cheerleading squad, and she liked to go to football games so she could yell and cheer, not just chat with her friends. She was an individual in a town of cloned personalities. She had plenty of friends, though, the kind of kids hat your parents warn you to stay away from. Yeah, she hung out with the kids that did drugs behind the dumpsters, but they were nice kids, and they didn't ask her to do any of it. She liked them, and though her parents didn't approve, they never tried to get her I change. Liv wasn't the most intelligent girl, but Grant had offered to tutor her starting in the fifth grade, and they never stopped their lessons. Twice a week after school, Liv would go down to Mr. Sanders would tutor his daughter on all of her homework, slowly getting to know her. He wanted her to know who he was, but Emily simply wouldn't allow it. He came to love Liv like his own, and used to sit near her and her family at every football game. Olivia liked him too, he seemed like a cool guy. He was funny and was always nice to her. She thought he seemed like the coolest teacher she'd ever had, and it was awesome that he liked her parents. They became family friends. But then Grant grew angry. Olivia was sixteen, and he wanted her to know who her real father was. Red was a bigoted asshole, and he didn't deserve his daughter. He talked to emily all the time, trying to convince her to just come clean, but she refused. Grant took things into his own hands, since he had a right to his daughter. Hell, she even looked just like him. During one of their tutoring sessions, he told Olivia. He told her that he and her mom had an affair just about nine months before she was born, and that he knew she was his daughter, not Reds. Olivia was confused, and scared, and angry at her mother for never telling her. She went home and screamed, yelled for hours at her mother, until her throat was sore. Emily tried to get her to stop before Red got home, but she wouldn't. And Red found out. He heard Olivia screaming and became angrier than ever before. He hauled off and hit emily, just to shut up her hysterical crying, then went to get a drink.

Olivia thought that maybe that would be the end of it, but she was very, very wrong. Her father started to drink more and more, and even when he wasn't drunk, he was plain out mean to her. Liv tried to stay at school more often. Grant would bring in photo albums of his family and show them to her, he would apologize for not telling her sooner, and soon enough, he became her real dad. She would go to him for advice or if she just needed a hug. One night he dropped her off at home at around six, just in time for dinner, and Red flew off the handle at seeing the man with Olivia. Seeing him try to be her father. He got angry and started to fight with Grant, while Olivia tried to stop it. She got in the middle and tried to push Red away from her father, punching at his big stomach and yelling at him. But it didn't do her any good, all she got was a big fist sent right to her temple. Olivia went reeling, falling back into her father. He caught her and she felt a burst of pain to her head before the whole world went black.

When she woke up, Olivia was in her bedroom, with her mother laying cold compresses onto her forehead. Liv was confused, asking where Grant was and what happened. But when she tried to sit up, she just felt dizzy. Red came in and told her that Grant was off their property, and that she was never to talk to him again. Of course she didn't listen, and would talk to her father whenever she wanted to. When she came home from school she would tell Red just that, that she had been talking to her real daddy and didn't care what he thought. She hated him, and she hated her mother for marrying him, and she hated her half brothers for standing by and watching him be a terrible person. Her half brothers started to give her the cold shoulder, started to hate her, because she was the devil spawn of their mothers affair. Olivia became a stranger in her own household. One day when she came home, she told red what she told him everyday, about how much she hated him, but this time was different. She told him that Grant had offered to let her move in with him. And that she had said yes. She told him that she was going tomorrow, and never coming back. Red didn't like that at all, and he grabbed her by the arm and tossed her into the passenger seat of his pickup. They drove down to Grants house, Liv demanding why the whole way. But he didn't say a word. He just got out the truck and told her to come on. He went to the back of the pickup and took out one of his hunting rifles, and Grant met them outside. Olivia was already screaming, trying to tell her father to go back inside. But Grant didn't listen, and tried to get Liv to come inside with him, away from Red who was talking crazy talk, saying things like he wouldn't have his daughter taken away, and that he wasn't going to let some cheating bastard take his wife from him. He aimed his gun and Olivia panicked, grabbing a second rifle and shooting hit at Red. But it was too late, a short had already gone off from his gun. Olivia had tears stressing down her face when she ran to see where her dad had been hit. She looked down at him crying, looking at the wound in his chest and screaming for help. But he lifted a hand to her cheek and brought her head down towards him. He whispered into her ear hat she needed to run, that she needed to get out. And so with shaky hands, Olivia left the guns where they were, running past Red, who was crumpled and bleeding on the ground, and to the truck. She left the rifles sitting on the yard and started he truck, driving away and towards the highway. She called 911 to hopefully get he father some help, and drive all night on the highway. Her father had some cash in the truck, and she pawned the rest of guns at some shop. She was only 17, but she knew that she needed to get a new life, somewhere far away. There wasn't much farther than Las Vegas.

sᴛᴀɢᴇ ⅠⅠ – ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ
Under pressure, it turned out that Liv could be fairly street smart. She took Teds car towards California, then dropped it off on the side of the highway and took a bus into Vegas, tricking any cops into thinking that she was going to Cali, not the city. She was nervous, as she should've been. She was a small town girl throwing herself into the city world. She walked off the bus station wearing a pair of skinny jeans, and an ACDC tee, that she'd had since the seventh grade. She didn't feel too out of place by the clothes, but with the people around her instead. She didn't understand how things worked in the city. She was so stupid that at first when people called out to her she would go over to them. She didn't know much at all. But she knew how to hide her face. She let her dark hair hang around her face all the time, her head ducked down everywhere that she went. Liv started going by Liv Sanders, instead of Olivia Tate. She tried to get a job, but no one wanted to hire the girl that was so obviously a runaway. It was hard for her, especially for the first week. She feel asleep on park benches, on people's doorsteps, wherever seemed safest. But really there wasn't anywhere safe in Vegas.

On her eighth day in the city, Liv was ready to give up. She would just go back, turn herself into the cops and get what's given to her. She was contemplating it all day and well into the night, taking walks around and around the city. When she was walking, she could hear some people behind her, following her, so she took a couple of different routes, getting herself onto a street that had a night club, or something like that. As soon as she started to walk faster, the people behind her sped up as well. They grabbed her, two huge men, she soon found out, and pinned her against the brick wall of a building. They started to speak to her, but Liv didn't hear them, she just struggled against the grip of the man, trying to get out. But she couldn't budge them, she was too small. She was still struggling, feeling herself start to drift out of consciousness, when she felt the pressure release, and she heard two grunts of anger from the men. She felt tired and groggy, but a pair of strong arms was pulling her into a building, and she passed out. When she woke up, she was on a cot in a small room, light was coming from under the door and she could see that the colors were ever-changing. The pounding of music was all around her. She sat up in bed and walked out of the door, ready to run. But when she got outside, she bumped into someone. He was tall, around in his thirties, and very suave looking. He told her that his name was Mark, and that he could help her. Liv was just confused, really, but she listened all the same. He told her that he helped a lot of runaways, and that he could give her work. Liv was obviously suspicious and told him that she didn't need help. But after another day or two, she went back to the club where Mark worked, which she later learned that he owned, and asked him about his offer again. He told her that everything that she would be doing is illegal, and that she wouldn't be able to chose what she did. But Liv agreed, she had to. She was given a place to stay, in the club, and she was paid a pretty decent about of money to do it. Really it was plenty of money for her to live off of, and she would go to sleep at around 3AM. That's when everyone left the club, and she would sleep on that cot in the back. Her job wasn't exactly glamorous. A lot of the time she delivered drugs to different gangs or sellers, slipping past the cops as an innocent young girl. She was set up with an ID claiming her to be 18, and her new name on the top of it. She's not exactly in love with her "job", but she does what she has to do to get by, and with the people that she works with, it's hard to not be tough. She still doesn't know what happened to her father and Red, but she was going to find out.

“Aɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋʟɪɴɢs...ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏsᴇ.” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴇs
≄ Grant Sanders, father
≄ Emily Tate, mother
≄ Fake father and half brothers.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs
≄ Mark, sort of

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs
≄ Nothing serious enough to mention



“Sᴏ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴏɴ﹐ ʙᴏᴀᴛs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ﹐ ʙᴏʀɴᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴇᴀsᴇʟᴇssʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

(view spoiler)[Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ﹐ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀʟᴀᴅs﹐ ɪs ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇʟʟᴀ. Aʟʟ I ᴀsᴋ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴀsᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ’s ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. Tʜᴀɴᴋs ᴛᴏ Lᴇᴇɴᴀ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴅᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢ. (hide spoiler)]
ᴘᴀʀᴛ Ⅰ



“I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ﹣ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍᴇʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴅᴀᴍᴘ ɢʀᴀss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡs ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʟᴇᴇᴠᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴏssʏ sʜᴇʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ.” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

∘ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ∘ Catherine Brewer
∘ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ∘ In French the meaning of the name Catherine is: Pure, clear.
∘ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ﹙s﹚ ∘ Cath, Cee

“A ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ɪs ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏs ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʀᴅs ᴀs ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴀs ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



∘ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ∘ Candice Accola



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Catherine is on the tall side for the average woman, with a lean frame and slight curves. She doesn't complain though, she likes her body quiet well.
Catherine's eyes are large and well-shaped. Her irises are a sparkling blue, almost an icy color.
Candice has golden blonde hair that's completely natural. She doesn't cut it often, and likes to keep the long, wavy hair down.

∘ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 5'7
∘ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 131 lbs
∘ sᴛʏʟᴇ ∘ Catherine is a more artsy dresser. She likes chunky bracelets and layers, as well as ripped skinny jeans. She wears a lot of color during the day, but when she's out at night, it's black jeans with a black pullover.

“Aʟʟ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪʀʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ﹣ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



∘ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ∘ Female
∘ ᴀɢᴇ ∘ 17
∘ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ∘ Heterosexual

∘ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ March 11th
∘ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ 5:32 PM
∘ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ New York City, New York

“I ғᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ﹐ ʜᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇʀɪᴛʏ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғʟᴀᴍɪɴɢ sᴇʟғ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ. Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ·s ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs I·ᴅ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡɪʟᴅ sᴜsᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴀʟʟ sʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



»ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴛʀɪᴀᴛs«

⑅ Caring⑅
Catherine's mother raised her from the start to be a kind girl. And Catherine took that to heart. She's used to caring for others, especially her father, who has a hard time taking care of himself. She's very good at being compassionate and sweet to people, at making sure they're okay. She sometimes forgets about herself because of this, her favorite catchphrase being "I'm fine". She doesn't want people to worry about her, she'd rather them put their energy into taking care of themselves.

⑅ Talented⑅
Though she didn't inherit her fathers absolute genius in science, Catherine does have a genius when it comes to art. She's a magnificent artist, and paints works that have already been put in some decent New York galleries. She likes to paint people, or things that are meaningful, things with messages, instead of still LIFES and landscapes. She hangs out with a whole group of artists on corners and in skateparks. They don't do anything too awful, besides smoke the occasional pot or cigarette, maybe drink some. They're just artists, and they don't give any fucks.

⑅Confident⑅
Growing up with two supportive parents definitely has it's perks, and for Catherine, the best perk has been the confidence she's gained. Even though she isn't s genius or even all that intelligent, both of her parents have taken pride in her work and every thing that she does, even who she is as a person. By doing that, they taught her to do the same, and she's grown to be a strong girl with an independent mind. She thinks for herself, marches to the beat of her own drummer, all that good stuff.

»ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Art
⑅ Music
⑅ Her father
⑅ Helping others
⑅ Energy drinks
⑅ Bringing bad people to justice

»ᴀᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Snobbery
⑅ Rats
⑅ Lightening storms
⑅ Vegetables

»ᴀᴘᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇs«
⑅ Painting
⑅ Sketching
⑅ Singing
⑅ Making people happy

»ᴅᴇғɪᴄɪᴇɴᴄɪᴇs«
⑅ Lying
⑅ Hiding her true opinions
⑅ Controlling her "powers"

»ϙᴜɪʀᴋs«
⑅ Foot tapping

»ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs ﹠ ғᴇᴀʀs«
⑅ The fear of hurting someone innocent / that she loves


“Nᴏ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ, ᴏʀ ғʀᴇsʜɴᴇss, ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜɪs ɢʜᴏsᴛʟʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

(view spoiler)[Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ﹐ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀʟᴀᴅs﹐ ɪs ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇʟʟᴀ. Aʟʟ I ᴀsᴋ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴀsᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ’s ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. Tʜᴀɴᴋs ᴛᴏ Lᴇᴇɴᴀ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴅᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢ. (hide spoiler)]
ᴘᴀʀᴛ Ⅱ



“Wʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴏɴᴇ...ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ·ᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

sᴛᴀɢᴇ Ⅰ – ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ
Catherine Brewer was born to Jason and Clarke Brewer, a very young couple that had lived in New York City their whole lives. They fell in love quickly; too quickly, according to their families. But they didn't care. They met each other just out of high school while they were attending NYU; Jason for advanced molecular sciences, Clarke for art history. They were insanely different in their strengths and weaknesses, so much so that no one understood why they were a couple. But on a deeper level, an emotional level, they fit together like puzzle pieces and balanced each other perfectly. They got married just after college, Clarke with her entry level position at the Metropolitan Museum of Art validating the authenticity of the art, and Jason with a job at the leading science technology company in the country, Wicc Inc. Both of them were in love with their lives and each other, and soon enough, Catherine came around. She was quite a loud baby from the start, screaming her way into the world and crying often. Her mother had wanted a natural birth, without any medications for pain, so that's what they did. She was passed out for hours after the process, and Catherine spent her first hours of life with her father, wandering the hospital together. He didn't know much of what to do with a baby, so he just spoke softly to her as he walked in circles, attempting to keep her quiet. He talked about matter and energy and how the world works, he explained the process of electricity within the second hour of her life. It appeared that Catherine like the talk, because she stayed wide awake, her huge blue eyes staring up at him with interest while he rambled on about science.

His talking to her never really stopped, and he continued to calm her in this way once he brought his daughter and wife home to heir brownstone. It was given to them by Wicc, since he was a full time employee of a certain type. It was a cozy home just before the bridge, on the Brooklyn side of town. Clarke had made a full recovery from the birth, and was able to take care of her daughter how she wanted to. On maternity leave she would sing to Catherine and draw countless portraits of the little girl, with her watching on in amazement at the movements of her mothers hands. The whole world seemed to fascinate Catherine when she was actually awake. She slept a lot, and since infants tired out easily anyway, no one ever worried about it. Her parents contemplated having a second child, but decided against it. They wanted to be able to give their daughter all the attention in the world, everything that they could muster up was put into her.

As a child, Catherine was encouraged by her parents to do virtually whatever she felt passionate about. If she wanted to try ballet, they let her, even though she quit after a week, simply because all the girls looked alike, and she couldn't learn their names. She tried soccer and basketball and piano lessons, tried every activity she could find. But none of them fit. The only thing she really liked to do was draw. It started as copying her mother, who would draw beautifully and paint wonderful things on the weekends, but ended up being something that she showed talent at. Even in elementary school, she was better with her hand-eye and control skills than the other children. She liked being an artist, and when she got to paint, well then it was even better. Her mother encouraged her happily, wanting her daughter to find what she loved. Jason was a little upset that his daughter wasn't a genius academically like himself, but he encouraged as much as he could, too, because he loved her, and she could be a trash collector someday for all her cared. They taught her to have confidence in herself, and succeeded in some areas. Catherine has never felt inadequate when around children her age, or even around adults. She just would rather be in a habitat she understands, would rather be alone or with her parents painting in the studio room, than in a large room of people. She has introverted tendencies, but they generally remedied themselves when she got around people that she liked.



sᴛᴀɢᴇ ⅠⅠ – ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ
Catherine lived in much the same way for years. She went to school and did what she could with the regular classes, tried her hardest. She would go to lunch with her friends and laugh about silly jokes and people they weren't very fond of. Then she would go home to see her mother and do her homework or paint. They would always go to her fathers lab to meet him after work, every night at six thirty on the dot. Cat expressed a great interest in art school when she was about to enter high school, begging and pleading with her parents to let her go. They agreed that they would, if she applied to the best one in town. It would be hard to get into, but Catherine was ready to try. She worked for months on her application piece, staying up late or getting up early to get some more editing time in, and it truly did come out beautifully. Months later she was accepted to the school, and her parents were more proud of her than ever.

A few nights after they received the news, on a warm night in August, Catherine and her mother went to her fathers lab at six thirty on the dot, so they could all go out to dinner together. He was having some trouble in the lab with experimental machines and chemicals, and had tried to call them numerous times to make sure they didn't come, but neither woman received the call. Catherine was 14 at the time, and contemplating what restaurant she wanted to go to for her celebratory dinner, when they got out of the car. The building that Jason worked in was huge, and they could see some strange lights coming from the lab. But that was normal for Jason, who was an experimental scientist, so they went upstairs anyway. As soon as they reached the right floor, though, they could tell that something was wrong. The lights were making awful noises, and they could hear small pops and explosions coming from inside of the lab. Clarke realized that the situation was dangerous for her daughter, and nudged her, telling her to go take the stairs and get out of there, go to the car and wait inside of it for her parents. Catherine argued, wanting to stay with her mother to make sure her dad was okay. But she finally gave in, and while her mother burst through the doors of the lab, Catherine made her way much too slowly to the stairs. She'd only gotten a couple of steps away from the door when it all exploded. The light that radiated from the lab was an electric shade of red, and all Catherine felt before she blacked out was a sickening shock go through her. She thought it was the end, and was very, very angry that her whole family would die in one night.

Waking up was a surprise. She was in a hospital bed, with monitors clicking and beeping all around her. She could hear voices, muffled ones, two men, she thought, but she couldn't be sure. Her whole body was aching, and the second she opened her eyes, her father was hugging her, thanking God that his little girl was alive. His blue eyes that so matched Catherine's were red and puffy, like he'd been crying for hours. She asked him what happened, what went wrong, where mom was, but Jason just cried. He didn't know how to tell her what had happened, and he certainly didn't want to be the one that told her that her mother was dead, that his experiment that night had killed his wife and best friend. After a good ten minutes of questions and crying, the doctor stepped into the room and asked that her father be removed. He sat at the end of Catherine's bed with sad eyes, like she was some puppy at the shelter that no one wanted to take home. "You're mother died in the blast. She was too close to the source, and unprotected. I'm so sorry." He then told her all about what had happened, that the experimental chemicals had exploded in the room, and that Catherine was lucky, since she only had a burn injury, from being shocked by the red light. Catherine wasn't listening, though. She was in tears already, sobbing at the loss of her mother. She kept repeating a single phrase, saying that it wasn't fair, it wasn't fair. The doctor apologized for her loss one more time, then left the room. Catherine cried and cried until her father came into the room. She then hugged him, and they cried together. The burn never healed.

Going home was probably the worst part. Catherine's father went into a deep, deep depression. He didn't seem to know which end was up anymore, and he couldn't do much for himself. He went to work, but when he come home, he barely spoke except for talking to himself, and he didn't do much besides go into his bedroom with equations and notes and things. Catherine had to take on the role of caregiver for herself and her father. It was hard, to look at her mothers unfinished works of art and see the leftovers in the kitchen that she wrapped up from a dinner last week. It was hard to go to school, but she did it, and art school, it was a whole new world. The focus was on the art, the first year was all types; sculpture, illustration, photography and painting. But she loved it all the same. The kids there understood her better, and she made friends a lot easier than she did back in public school. Her friends kind of ended up being the pot heads, but they were nice, so she didn't really care if they were all smoking while they talked in the quad or in the park at night. School gave her a chance to get away from her father, who was an extremely stressful person for her to be around. It was like taking care of a child. He got better after a while, to where he would talk to Caroline. But he was always talking in this quirky, apologetic voice, because he would never get over the fact that he "killed" her mother. He was sweet but he never knew the right thing to say, or the right question to ask. He messed up a lot. But Caroline didn't care, he was dad, and he always would be. She still watched crappy horror movies with him sometimes, and they still went out for KFC together whenever they both got in late. Caroline matured, and she became a young woman instead of a little girl who missed her mommy. She was strong, even if she didn't look it. Her friends were good and fun to hang out with. They were easy, and they all considered themselves to be broken. But they all really cared about Caroline. One boy in particular cared about her a lot, so much that he would ask about her mom and her art, he wanted to understand what was going on inside of her head, and she let him. His name was Jasper. They started to date after a while, and Caroline was really, truly, happy. She liked her life just how it was. But the burn never healed.

When she was 16, she'd been dating Jasper for a year, and something happened. She hadn't gone to see her father at work since the accident, but she decided it was time to remedy that, and she brought him lunch on a half day of school. She went up in the elevator and smiled nervously when she saw the door to her fathers lab, walking inside and laughing when he ran up and gave her a big hug. He asked if she wanted to stay and have lunch with him, but Caroline had to meet Jasper in about ten minutes. She stayed for a moment, though, and walked around the lab curiously. She saw something that intrigued her, it was the electric red light that she saw on the night her mother died, the light that shocked her, the one that gave her he burn. It was coming from one of the smaller machines. She walked towards it, drawn to it, and reached her fingers out. Before she even touched it, the light seemed to jump towards her. It was attracted to her, it gave her a shock. She let out a screech, and her father pulled her back. She convinced him that she was fine, and went outside. She was walking down the street when it first happened, and she was terrified. Someone ran at her, they weren't meaning to, but they did, and just before they knocked into her, Catherine got scared. Red came from her hands. The same electric red that was on the machine, the same one from the explosion. She jumped back from herself, and watched in horror as the red light hit the man. It made a sizzling noise, and hit him straight in his chest. He flew backwards with a grunt, and Catherine doesn't know what happened after that, she just ran.

She skipped her afternoon with Jasper, since she was seriously freaked out. She finally went back to her fathers lab, and now she had red lightening shooting from her hands? It wasn't fair, and she was confused as to how it even happened. She ignored the calls and texts from Jasper all day, and just practiced with this "power" that she'd acquired. She went down to the basement of the brownstone and focused, it took forever for her to be able to shoot one on command. But she did it eventually, and there was only slight pain for her. She just had to breathe a certain way, and point her palm at whatever she wanted to hit. That night when her dad came home from work for dinner, she asked him about what that red stuff was. He started to talk to her in his nerdy voice all about energy conversion and matter, but she didn't really understand. She just wanted to practice more, it was kind of intriguing. That night, when she changed to go to bed, her burn glowed bright red through her night shirt, and Catherine felt very uncertain about her new power.

She spent a year practicing with her power, using the different targets she could find in the basement. After that week, Catherine really wanted to tell someone. She'd figured it out, honestly. She could draw energy from lights and fires and things like that. And her body, she guessed, converted it, into the red, burning sort of lightening. She met up with Jasper at her house, and when they were cuddled up in the couch, watching some movie she didn't care about, she told him. She told him about the accident and the red lightening and her burn, she told him everything. He didn't take it as well as he had hoped. He just called her crazy, and once she tried to show him, he started to yell at her, and ask what the hell was wrong with her. They got into a huge argument about him not believing her, and he stormed out, leaving her all alone. He hasn't spoken to her since. Whenever Catherine goes to hang out with her friends, he's there, and he just sulks on the sidelines, not speaking to her or even looking at her. She takes that as meaning that they're over.

A week after Jasper left her, Catherine started to get angry. She didn't ask for her mother to die, or to get a nasty burn scar that caused her to get some freaky power, or for her ex boyfriend to be such a dick. She just wanted to get some of her anger out. It started when she was walking around Brooklyn one night, couldn't sleep. She saw a guy in a dark hoodie, he was approaching a woman, and pushed her, saying quiet, but urgent words to her. It looked to Catherine like a classic mugging. She yelled out to him to leave her alone, and the guy was distracted enough for the girl to back up some, but the guy just went for Catherine instead. She was just a skinny blonde girl, she didn't even look like she any fight in her. Catherine raised her hand and closed her eyes, letting the red lighting hit the man before he could even get close. The lightening came as she commanded it to, and hit the man smack in the chest. Catherine turned and ran as soon as it happened, because the guy was on the ground, and she didn't want to find out what happened next. As she ran, though, she felt liberated. She wanted to do it again. Catherine mulled it over for a few days, but soon she started to go out regularly at night. She couldn't sleep anyway, and she just wore all black and put up her hood. She would go around and hit people with lightening when they tried to commit crimes. She was like a vigilante, and all the criminals that she stopped were left with burns, but they weren't dead or anything. She just wanted to help, and to get out the anger she had.

“Aɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋʟɪɴɢs...ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏsᴇ.” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴇs
≄ Jason Brewer, Father
≄ Clarke Brewer, Mother, Deceased

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs
≄ Art School friends

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs
≄ Jasper, Ex

ᴍᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
Bleeding Out // Imagine Dragons
Miss Jackson // Panic! At The Disco
The Love Club // Lorde



“Sᴏ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴏɴ﹐ ʙᴏᴀᴛs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ﹐ ʙᴏʀɴᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴇᴀsᴇʟᴇssʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}