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Wren smiled at Alessia. "Well, you see that may be why I may or may not be on the lam from Munchkinland." She quipped. "Do you get a lot of those in Penny Park?" The petite brunette gestured towards her van. "I actually do just need some help carrying some chairs over to my table over there."
she let out a quiet laugh as she adjusted the chairs beneath her arms, glancing toward the van before following wren's gesture back to the little setup beneath the tree. “i'll admit, munchkinland wasn't the jurisdiction i was expecting.” her smile lingered as they started across the grass. "as for serial killers?" she mused. “not nearly enough to make me stop walking through parks. though if one ever did show up, i'd hope they'd have the courtesy to open with something a little more original.” reaching the table, she set the chairs down on either side with an easy motion before taking a step back to admire the display. the gold cloth caught the afternoon light, giving the modest setup a warmth that felt surprisingly inviting. "i have to say, this is charming." her eyes settled on the deck of cards. “much more interesting than the meetings i escaped to get here.” she folded her arms loosely, her expression carrying the easy curiosity of someone who enjoyed observing people as much as talking to them. "so..." she nodded toward the cards. “are you someone who genuinely believes they can tell you something you don't already know, or is it more about giving people a reason to slow down long enough to listen to themselves?”
once upon a time, cleo had spent so much time in music stores, she could be considered part of the furniture. at the very least, an employee, and knowledgeable enough, too. but since she'd been forced out of blonde sundays, it'd felt like a mammoth task to walk through even electric rhythm's doors, a store who'd never known that version of her to compare to the one she is now. it's been getting easier, having a relationship with music again, but she still keeps her head down for the most part, unaware of the world around her. if she can't see anyone's eyes, then she can't think about them being on her, right? she's at the stage in her healing where it's possible to push everything to the back of her mind and that feels like an enormous step from even just a few months ago, the wound reopened by seeing lux at the turn of the new year. but, someone seems determined not to let her browse peacefully, a voice cutting through her thoughts. "I don't think anything's being romanticised," she offers quietly, "it's cider point's history." maybe she's got her rosetinted glasses on as a newer arrival in town, only here for a year so far, but it seems unfair to belittle its rich history down to detached nostalgia. "that's a good album, though. can't really go wrong with annie lennox, but medusa is timeless. at least in my opinion."
her smile lingered, though it softened around the edges as she turned fully toward the other woman. there wasn't a trace of offense in her expression, only the quiet realization that perhaps she'd sounded more dismissive than she'd intended. it happened sometimes. years spent around polished conversations had a way of sanding sincerity into something that resembled wit. she glanced back down at the sleeve, her thumb brushing absentmindedly over its worn corner before letting out a quiet, almost self-deprecating laugh. “mm, fair.” the admission came easily enough. "maybe that says more about me than it does the vinyl." her eyes lifted again, meeting cleo's for only a moment before drifting toward the rows of records surrounding them. “i've spent so much of my life in places obsessed with whatever's next that i forget some things survive because they deserve to.” a faint smile returned, warmer this time. "cider point's always had that habit." she mused. “everyone thinks it's frozen in time until they realize it's actually just... stubborn about keeping the right things.” she looked back at the album between her hands. "i can't pretend to be an annie lennox expert." her nose wrinkled ever so slightly in amused confession. "my father would consider that a personal failure, considering the size of his record collection." a quiet chuckle escaped her. “he insists the best way to know someone is to see what they reach for on a shelf. says playlists are too convenient, they don't require commitment.” she tilted the sleeve toward cleo. "so if medusa is where i should start..." there was genuine curiosity in her voice now, absent the earlier teasing. “what's the track that convinces someone they're late to discovering it?” her head tipped slightly, studying the other woman with polite interest rather than scrutiny. "you answered awfully quickly." another easy smile. "i'm guessing this isn't just an album you like, sounds like one you know."
there was something oddly comforting about places that still encouraged people to slow down. electric rhythm hadn't changed much since alessia was a teenager spending summers in cider point, ducking inside to escape the afternoon heat while her mother wandered neighboring shops. the walls were still lined with records she'd once pretended to know everything about, the turntable behind the counter still filling the room with music that somehow made silence feel less empty. she traced absentminded fingers along a row of worn vinyl sleeves before pulling one free, tilting it toward the light. whether she actually intended to buy it was another question entirely, she had always been better at collecting moments than possessions. a familiar melody drifted through the speakers, earning the faintest smile as she glanced toward the employee. "you know," she mused, turning the record over in her hands, "every town has one place that somehow survives every trend, every renovation, every attempt to modernize it." her gaze wandered around the shop before settling on whoever happened to be nearby. “i think this is ours.” she paused for a beat, studying the album in her hands. "now tell me..." she held it up with an amused tilt of her head. "am i about to discover a masterpiece i've somehow overlooked, or are we all just romantically attached to vinyl because it makes us feel more interesting than we actually are?"
Wren lugged the card table out of her VW van; it was rather embarrassing to struggle with it, but she was only five-foot-one, so she decided not to dwell on it too much. She managed to drag her table over to a nearby tree and set up her usual site for her afternoon tarot readings, complete with a shiny gold cloth to make her table look less like she was getting ready for Christmas, and the deck of cards her parents' parents had gotten her for Christmas of her fourteenth year. Except it wasn't complete, she had forgotten the folding chairs she kept in the van for these occasions. "Mierda." she huffed, before she felt somebody standing behind her. She quickly turned. "Hey, do you think you can help me grab something from my van?" She smiled. "I promise I am not a serial killer, I just lack upper body strength."
penny park had always been one of the few places for alessia that made time feel slower, and a walk had seemed like the easiest way to escape a phone that refused to stop buzzing with emails from clients who somehow believed every crisis deserved immediate attention. the voice behind her pulled her from the draft she had already been mentally rewriting. her gaze flicked from the small card table to the van, then back to the woman with an expression that hovered somewhere between amused and sympathetic. the corner of her mouth lifted into a faint smile. “well, that's exactly what a serial killer would say.” there was just enough of a pause to let the joke land before she laughed softly, already turning toward the van. "fortunately for you, i have a terrible habit of believing people." she reached for the folding chairs with practiced ease, carrying one beneath each arm before nudging the door shut with her hip. “though i should probably stop making a habit of accepting suspicious invitations from strangers in parks.”
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“everyone wants the truth until they realize it doesn’t photograph well.”
1. basic information
☆ nickname(s): lessi (family only), alia (close friends)
☆ date of birth: september 18th, 1995 (30 years old, virgo)
☆ languages: italian (native), english (fluent), french (conversational)
☆ orientation: bisexual
☆ status: single — publicly complicated, privately unresolved
☆ birthplace: milan, italy
☆ hometown connection: cider point has been a second home to alessia for as long as she can remember. born in milan to an italian father and a mother originally from cider point, her life has always existed between two worlds. she spent her childhood moving between italy and the small coastal town; school years in milan, summers and holidays surrounded by familiar streets, family traditions, and the people who knew her before her name carried any weight. although she built her career elsewhere, alessia has returned to cider point throughout her life, making her connection to the town span nearly thirty years on and off.
☆ education: studied communications, luxury branding, and media strategy before entering the world of celebrity relations and image consulting
☆ occupation: socialite & luxury pr consultant (primarily out of town)
☆ notable work: celebrity image management, luxury brand campaigns, event coordination, reputation rebuilding, and private consulting for high-profile clients
2. appearance
☆ faceclaim: valentina zenere
☆ hair: alternates between black and blonde (currently blonde). usually styled in soft waves or a sleek blowout, rarely seen without looking perfectly composed
☆ eyes: blue, expressive and inviting at first glance, though there's always a sense that she reveals only what she intends to
☆ height: 5'5"
☆ style: silk blouses, tailored trousers, satin dresses, structured handbags, delicate gold jewelry, designer sunglasses, and carefully chosen pieces that appear effortless but never accidental. alessia dresses like someone who understands that presentation is power.
☆ notable details: always wears a signature perfume, keeps her nails perfectly manicured, collects vintage jewelry, and has a habit of fixing her appearance whenever she feels emotionally exposed
3. personality
☆ character archetypes: the social architect. the perfectionist. the woman behind the curtain.
☆ inspirations: blair waldorf (gossip girl), olivia pope (scandal), maddy perez (euphoria), emily thorne (revenge)
☆ deadly sin: pride
☆ heavenly virtue: ambition
☆ mbti: ENTJ — the commander
☆ temperament: choleric-melancholic
☆ hobbies: collecting vintage magazines, curating playlists, attending gallery openings, photography, discovering hidden restaurants, collecting perfumes, and people watching from hotel lobbies
☆ alessia bianchi has always understood the importance of a good story. long before she built a career around shaping public perception, she learned that appearances could open doors, protect reputations, and determine how people remembered you. growing up between privilege and expectation, she became fascinated by influence. not just who held it, but how they maintained it.
☆ intelligent, charming, and relentlessly driven, alessia is the person people call when everything begins falling apart. she knows how to turn scandals into opportunities, how to make mistakes disappear beneath carefully written statements, and how to make someone feel like the most important person in the room. her greatest talent is making everything look effortless. the irony is that alessia has spent most of her life perfecting the art of being known without ever allowing herself to be truly seen. she can read anyone else's emotions before they speak, yet struggles to admit her own. vulnerability feels too much like losing control, and control has always been the thing she trusts most.
☆ beneath the polished exterior is someone who fears that without the success, the connections, and the carefully curated image, there may be nothing left for people to admire. she doesn't crave attention because she loves being watched, she craves it because being forgotten feels worse.
4. family + relationships
☆ alessia was born into a well-connected italian family where reputation carried weight. her childhood was filled with expectations, formal events, and reminders that every action reflected back on the family name. affection was present, but achievement often became the language through which love was expressed.
☆ despite being born in milan, cider point was always part of alessia's upbringing. her mother grew up in the town before eventually leaving for italy, where she met alessia's father and built a life between both cultures. rather than leaving that chapter behind, her family maintained their connection to cider point, returning often throughout alessia's childhood. she grew up knowing both the polished world of milan and the familiarity of a place where people remembered her simply as alessia. not as a name attached to success, connections, or reputation.
☆ growing up between milan's fashion, luxury, and media circles and cider point's close-knit community shaped the way alessia viewed the world. milan taught her ambition, influence, and the power of presentation. cider point reminded her of history, familiarity, and the rare comfort of being known without having to prove anything.
☆ growing up surrounded by fashion, luxury, and media, alessia became fascinated by the power of presentation. she noticed how a dress, a photograph, or a carefully chosen sentence could completely change how someone was perceived. eventually, she realized she wasn't interested in being the person in front of the camera, she wanted to be the person deciding what the camera captured.
☆ her relationship with kyro lee became one of the few things she couldn't fully control. once considered a celebrity "it" couple, their relationship looked perfect from the outside: beautiful, successful, and destined for a future together. everyone expected an engagement announcement. but behind closed doors, kyro felt increasingly disconnected. every attempt to know alessia beyond the image she created seemed to become another opportunity for her to manage the narrative. he wanted something honest; she kept trying to make something flawless. their breakup shocked the public, but the cracks had existed long before anyone noticed. years later, rumors of reconciliation continue whenever they are seen in the same room. the world wants the romance back, but alessia knows some stories are better left unfinished.
5. public image
☆ alessia bianchi is the woman behind the people everyone knows. while she rarely seeks the spotlight herself, she has built a reputation for understanding it better than anyone.
☆ she is known among luxury circles as someone with impeccable taste, unmatched connections, and the ability to make even the most damaging situations disappear. celebrities trust her because she understands that reputation is fragile, and once lost, difficult to rebuild.
☆ although much of her professional life exists outside of cider point, locals have always known alessia as someone who belongs to the town in her own way. she is the girl who left and returned, the woman who built a life elsewhere but never completely severed the ties that brought her back. to some, she represents ambition and reinvention; to others, she is proof that no matter how far someone goes, certain places always remember who they were.
☆ to some, alessia is intimidating. to others, she is inspiring. she is admired for her ambition and criticized for the same qualities that made her successful. many assume she is cold, but those closest to her know she simply learned that softness is something people often take advantage of.
6. narrative motifs
☆ drink: dirty martini — polished, timeless, and deceptively simple. the kind of drink that looks effortless but requires precision to get right.
☆ aesthetic: quiet luxury, old money galas, silk scarves, handwritten thank you notes, perfume lingering long after she leaves, hotel balconies overlooking city lights, champagne glasses, red lipstick, fashion magazines, and jewelry boxes filled with stories
☆ themes: perception versus reality; ambition versus intimacy; the loneliness of being admired; control as a defense mechanism; learning that vulnerability is not weakness
7. possible dynamics
☆ someone who refuses to be impressed by her reputation and wants to know the person underneath
☆ a former client who became a genuine friend
☆ another ambitious person who understands the pressure of constantly performing success
☆ someone who knew her before the image was created
☆ a rival within the luxury industry who challenges her methods
☆ someone who believes she deserves a life beyond what she can provide for others
8. legacy + reputation
☆ alessia bianchi built her career by making people unforgettable. she knows exactly how to create an image, protect a name, and turn a moment into a memory. yet the woman who controls everyone else's stories has never been sure what to do with her own. to the world, she is elegance, ambition, and perfection wrapped into one carefully curated package. to those who know her, she is someone still learning that being loved is different from being admired. because alessia has spent years making sure nobody sees the cracks in the glass. now the question is whether she wants to keep polishing the reflection, or finally allow someone to see what's behind it.
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