βΊBASICS
Full Name: Hilarie Isabelle Smart
Nickname(s): Hil, Lala
Age: 32
Date of Birth: 25 October, 1990
Hometown: New York City, NYΒ
Current Location: Vancouver, British Columbia
Neighborhood: The DriveΒ
Gender: cisfemale
Pronouns: She/Her
Orientation: Heterosexual
Religion: raised Episcopalian; currently agnostic at best.
Educational Attainment: BFA in Dramatic Writing from NYU
Occupation: Film writer/producer
Living Arrangements: long-term house rentalΒ
Language(s) Spoken: English, French, German, Spanish she learned against her parentsβ wills
βΊ PHYSICAL
Face Claim: Sarah SnookΒ
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 1.65 m (5β²5β³)
Weight: 58 kg (128 lbs)
Build: Slender
Tattoos: none
Piercings: both ears double pierced, cuff on the right earΒ
Clothing Style: mostly professional or business casual, smooth/soft fabricsΒ Β
Distinguishing Characteristics: cornflower blue eyes, prominent cheekbones, light freckles
Signature Scent: Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue, something a little tart or citrus more than flowery
βΊ HEALTH
Allergies: soy sensitivity
Sleeping Habits: satin sheets, cool and dark space, generally tired around eleven and up by seven in the morning.Β
Eating Habits: fairly clean, lean protein, as little dairy as possible butΒ
Exercise Habits: yoga, pilates, spinning, swimming on occasionΒ Β Β Β
Emotional Stability: calm on the outside, storm on the inside.Β The quieter she is, the more someone should be very afraid.Β Β Β Β
Sociability: formally polite, but very direct and a little sarcastic once sheβs annoyed with someone.Β
Addictions: NoneΒ Β
Drug Use: NoneΒ
Cigarette Use: Very occasional and only if thereβs some sort of social advantage.
Alcohol Use: Occasional, sociallyΒ Β
βΊ PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: decisive, sensible, even-tempered
Negative Traits: ruthless, irascible
Goals/Desires: professional success, a strong personal relationship with someone who loves her and she can love back without agendas
Fears: being taken advantage of, that sheβs more like her parents than she is like a normal human
Hobbies: plays the piano, making floral arrangements, fashion, travel, voracious reader of anything, journaling, going to the theater
Likes: unique architecture, bold colors, handwritten notesΒ Β
Dislikes: children, electronic communication in personal relationships, any activity where her two feet arenβt on the ground, opera
βΊ FAVORITES
Weather:Β fall and winter, cooler temperatures, rain, snowΒ Β
Color: gold
Music: Broadway/stage, jazz, big bandΒ Β
Movies:Β
Sport:Β TennisΒ Β
Beverage:Β
Food:Β
Animal:Β
βΊ FAMILY
Father: Bracken Smart, politician, retired - estranged
Mother: Meredith Ford Smart, socialite, retired - estrangedΒ
Sibling(s): Andrew Colin Smart, politician - estrangedΒ
Significant Other: None
Spouse: No
Children: None
Pet(s): No
Familyβs Financial Status: Upper classΒ
Current Financial Status:Β Upper middle class, trust fund + working
βΊ EXTRAS
Astrology: Scorpio sun, Capricorn moon, Gemini risingΒ Β
MBTI:Β ENTP,Β βThe Debaterβ
Temperament:Β
Hogwarts House:Β
Primary Vice:Β Β
Primary Virtue:Β Β
Element: earth & waterΒ
βΊ CONNECTIONS
Wanted
Established
βΊ BIOGRAPHY;Β tw: toxic relationship, revenge, murder, deceit
The infamous Smart family of New York City had it all - a patriarch, Bracken, who held onto elected office with all manner of truth-spinning and fact-bending. A matriarch, Meredith, with her hands every major event the city had to offer. Β A handsome, well-groomed son, Andrew, with a promising political future. Β And a daughter, Hilarie, who never did the debutante thing quite the way they wanted because she had a big mouth and a devious brain. Β
Well, three out of four ainβt bad.
Andrew was the one being groomed from the very start, clearly and obviously both Bracken and Meredithβs pride and joy. Β He was athletic, polite, handsome, and endlessly catered to and doted upon. Β While Hilarie definitely wasnβt neglected, she was more likely to be told she should be seen and not heard, should fit into the lines and boxes theyβd drawn rather than the margins, where she sometimes wanted to be. Β And it wasnβt like she wanted anything unreasonable β she was always more of a writer than an athlete. Β She won several writing competitions through school and flew through her English composition classes with the greatest of ease. Β She didnβt want to dance or prance or have her photograph taken. Β She didnβt care about philanthropy for the sake of it, preferring anything along those lines to be anonymous at best rather than on display. She was more of a friend or partner than she was a leader. Β More likely to be on yearbook staff than the student council. Β
None of that was good enough for the Smarts, for the next gen of the political dynasty Bracken was trying to build, and they made that abundantly clear. Β If she wanted to be in front of a camera, it was clearly stated she should be some sort of press representative at her dadβs political office. Β If she was going to be a writer, she should be a speechwriter within the family machine. Β She declined time and again, but the pressure was building.
Just about the only thing she seemingly got right started to fall into place her senior year of college. Β Bowden Seinfeld, Bowie, was everything she wanted in a partner. Β He praised her writing, encouraged her to pursue it, and proofread her essays. Β He met her family and assimilated seamlessly, a feat even she hadnβt managed. Β It was love, or so she thought. Β She felt so strongly about it she isolated herself from her friends as she prepared to graduate and get married, in spite of their warnings about him. Β It didnβt formally fall apart as much as Hilarie blew it up, though, once she found out her brother had machinated the whole thing on behalf of his buddy who had some political ambitions of his own. Β Andrew had mistakenly believed Hilarie could be manipulated into being a politicianβs wife only, never mind what she wanted for her life. Β Heβd had the full support of their parents, too, which only made it worse. Β Hilarie made sure Mr. βNot those Seinfeldsβ slunk home to Rochester in disgrace and financial ruin. Β It wasnβt enough, though. Β She yearned for the opportunity to bury her brother alive, with an added bonus if she could destroy both their parents, too. Β Sheβd officially had more than enough. Β Β Β
Her chance came when Bracken was running for mayor. Β His lifelong best friend, Devlin Campbell, who was just as big of an asshole in Hilarieβs opinion, was running for Manhattanβs District Attorney seat. Β It so happened a gripping and bizarre murder case had the attention of the New York elite because Devlinβs daughter, Elise, was the victim. Β Her husband, a crime fiction writer Hilarie had met a few times at various functions, but found largely unmemorable, sat on defense, accused of the crime. Through a series of events she would never fully outline to any one person, Hilarie stumbled onto an awkward truth: the brother she resented had been engaged in an extramarital affair with Elise Campbell Hazelwood. Β The proof she found was circumstantial, but extremely convincing of Andrewβs guilt. Β Like something out of a crime novel written by the accused, she became the confidential informant who cleared T.L. Woods. Β Once the dust had settled, it was a terrible look for the patriarchs of both families based on the different ways theyβd used the crime to play on public sympathy and boost their own odds of winning the elections. Β Hilarie could never say and didnβt really care what happened to the Campbells, but the reveal was everything she wanted for her own family.
Without political maneuvering to hold them together, the Smarts fell apart. Β Andrew went to prison and, by the end of the trial, everyone had scattered. Β No one knows where Bracken is. Β Meredith went to live out her days somewhere in Italy. Β Hilarie, for her part, retreated into a furious period of creativity, traveling around the world and gathering stories to curate for films.
Imagine her surprise when she stumbled on Talos Hazelwood living in Vancouver. Β It may not be the most obvious place to settle, but she has a legitimate opportunity to direct a film she wrote, plus time and money to spare. Β Sheβs in no rush. Β And sheβs pretty sure adapting his story for the silver screen, the success it's bound to bring, will be her coup de grΓ’ce at the family that never thought she could do anything for herself. Β Doesnβt really matter if they arenβt around to see it; sheβll find a way to get the news to them.
