Age: 21 - 25 25
Occupation: Drug Dealer
Status: Stray
Suggested fcs: Kiersey Clemons, Lindsey Morgan, Eiza Gonzalez Adria Arjona
Loyalty is your worst and best trait, and you know it. They shake their heads, scoff that you’re willing to do anything for those you love. But they didn’t know that you had little to no possessions: people nor opportunities. So you fight to the death for what little you have with the determination of a lioness. Unlike many, you’re willing to get your hands dirty, hide a gun in your stocking for the greater good. So you snort at the ridiculous notion of reputation, ignore the scorn, for it wasn’t like they’d ever understand anyway.
The mayor didn’t care about people like you, and you’ve made it equally clear that you see him as but a bug; worthless and undeserving of your attention. But of course, the damned man had stormed into your life by wronging somebody you cared about. And everyone knew that once anyone harmed those you loved, they harmed you too.
“I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world,
a beautiful little fool.”
— The Great Gatsby
You were a child born to a life of picket fences and expensive cars. With a pastor for a father and his trophy wife, it seemed that you and your twin brother were the only things needed to complete the picture of a perfect family. And that’s exactly what the Monroe’s seemed to be: perfect. The family portrait would show the four family members in all their false glory. Jackson Monroe, a seemingly upstanding pastor with a holier-than-thou smirk on his face. Ana Monroe, with her overly bleached hair and smile and far too much expensive jewelry than a pastor’s wife should own. Sebastian Monroe, the spitting image of your father and destined to follow in his unholy footsteps. And then little Letty Monroe, a follower if ever there was one, a cautious smile on your face and half hidden behind your brother. Your early years were spent in church learning how to be the obedient sheep your father wanted. It was a role you were good at. You seemed to be destined for a life of trailing behind your family, satisfied with being seen and not heard.
You were seven when you realized that life was not always good, that it didn’t always match the perfect picture on your living room wall. The arguments your parents had seemed to get louder as they abandoned the effort to hide them from their children. You never really understood why your father would get so upset that your mother was having sleepovers with her friend George, but you supposed it was his right as the head of the household. This was when you finally began to see the difference between you and your family. Where they were headstrong and charming, you were meek and sweet. Their words held a biting edge hidden by a winning smile that you could never seem to replicate. They held a spark that you seemed to be missing, but one you were determined to get.
You were eleven when you finally saw your parents for who they truly were. Your mother spent more nights with the man you recognized now was her boyfriend than she did at home. Your father somehow made more money than what was reported on the church budget. You learned early in life not to question your parent’s decision, but little Letty Monroe wasn’t quite so happy to sit quietly anymore. You began to get your voice then, knowing you’d never be heard if you didn’t learn to scream. You didn’t act out like Sebastian did, but you began fighting back against the structure of your false life in more subtle ways that bewildered your parents. You had always been so obedient, but now a streak of rebellion was beginning to show.
You were fourteen when your father was arrested on charges of stealing money from the church who had dutifully followed his teachings for two decades. Though you mother cried prettily for the parishioners, insisting the venerable Pastor Monroe would never do such a thing, you knew the truth. Your father was no better than the crooks he condemned every Sunday. Though he escaped serious jail time, your family’s reputation was lost with the money. Your parents lost their cars, the house, the shiny baubles that had been all they seemed to care about. They still had their children, but what use were you and your brother when there was no one left to admire the beautiful Monroe twins? Your mother left shortly after that to live with George; you and Sebastian were not invited. You tried not to feel the sting of being abandoned by your mother, but some days it was harder than others, knowing she’d left you both with a criminal who cared more about money than family.
You were sixteen when you realized that boys couldn’t be trusted. High school was supposed to be your chance to reinvent yourself, and it had worked well so far. You had transformed from being just Sebastian’s sister to Letty Monroe, the girl people wanted to know. You managed to break free of the shell that had held you captive as a child. You were popular, intelligent, and still far too soft-hearted for your own good, a lethal combination that led to your downfall. He was your first, and from the lies he told you, your last. Michael Henstridge, the quarterback of the football team. The quarterback and the cheerleader, a cliche you hate more than anything when you look back upon your life. You trusted him with your body and heart, and in return he betrayed you. Pictures sent in private were leaked to your peers, and you discovered he’d found love ( lust, you realized later ) in your best friend’s bed. Though you wanted to fall apart after your heart had been broken, you realized that the only person you could trust was yourself. You lost the naivety that you had once been praised for, instead transforming from a lamb into a lion. Wild and free from the worries that came from trusting others. You found out quickly that the beauty you inherited from your mother could easily be used as a weapon to entrap others. It seemed you were far more like both of your parents than you cared to admit. Perhaps their way of life, a life of selfishness, was exactly what you were meant for.
