✦ ADRIA ARJONA, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ✦ SOLIEL VON the THIRTY year old has been in Hidehill for ENTIRE LIFE ON AND OFF and was a ACQUAINTANCE to Ronnie Nilsson, the most recent shadow of Hidehill. Whispers on the streets are that the CONCIERGE DOCTOR/RADIO SHOW CO-HOST who lives in HOVE LAKE are said to be BRILLIANT and VINDICTIVE but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.
tw: parental abuse, alcoholism, unplanned pregnancy, mason von
If her parents would have, had it their way, she would have never existed. After getting a surprise no one wanted, they would have preferred she become just another townie girl who minded her business and didn’t indulge her dreams. None of the things they wanted came true, unfortunately enough for them. Her father had wanted a son, which meant that he resented her, until he released, in those rare moments of sobriety, that he could pass down the same things to her regardless of the difference in gender. Funny how an open mind seemed like a sickness to a man who favored his addiction over actually living his life.
Her mother resented them both, and generally didn’t give two shits about what they were doing at any given time. She usually wanted to avoid fighting with her husband, which when he was drunk, often turned violent and unpredictable, and find the “better life” she always thought she deserved. During his occasional dances with sobriety, always a limited time offer, he bestowed upon her the only real skills he had. As a boxer forced into retirement, he taught her to fight, to take care of herself. He taught her to drink, which he’d always been a little too good at, and he taught her cars, his fall back when his career failed him.
During this time, when she was still green, and still a child who could believe in love without gritting her teeth on the scar tissue it had caused, she’d met Mason. He often was invited to sneak into her window after a particularly bad knock down, drag out argument with his father, or even on the good days that didn’t require her to clean up a bloodied lip or black eye before pretending she didn’t hate the thought of letting him share the bed. That came later though, which was her first mistake. She’d let him wind his way into her heart through her veins, falling for the parts of him no one saw, including himself, before she’d ever even thought about entertaining the thought of him between her legs.
They’d always shared the idea that the storm cloud of problems that always seemed content to rain on them both would be solved by getting out. The magic cure all was to sleep outside the city limits, and that was why she’d worked so hard. A thousand jobs, cleaning houses in harlow, working at the bakery part time, even becoming the best damn bartender in town, at one point. Now, she tells most people she can’t remember in between what job, or long shift, Mason had asked her to marry him - but the truth was a different scar story, one she kept close to her chest; where it belonged.
It was sometime before she was old enough to bartend that her parents simply seemed to give up on her, and send her off to her Abuelita to live some kind a life that was worth it. She was a burden to them more than anything else, especially on the nights she hid her fathers bottles of alcohol in hopes for a little peace. It was one of those nights that he’d finally put his hands on her, and it was her pride that had made her raise her chin to him finally, which is where that scar still stays, his graduation ring catching her right under it, hard.
After that, she had given up on rationalizing that he could still be good, when he wasn’t drinking. She had given up on holding onto the last piece of fabric she had, that she’d clung to, the dying hope that maybe she’d end up with a family after all. Which, was probably another reason why it had been so easy to say yes, so easy to fall into the idea that she could be safe with someone, that she could have something nice, that there was love for her in the world outside of everything that had let her down in it.
As it turns out, she was wrong about that too. Mason left her at the altar, without much of a reason, instead he’d become a ghost that somehow raised her vindication from the dead, when he did. She deserved it, which was exactly why she’d still wield that hurt like a weapon, when she needed or wanted to. Soliels father died shortly before the would wedding, and her mother simply wasn’t invited, not that she would have showed up anyway. It was after that, that she had allowed her spite to motivate her moves, taking on stripping for not only her day to day expenses, but to help pay the outrageous tuition for med school. Well, those were the excuses. Really, it was the easiest, fastest money, that would provide her favorite fuck you to her ex-fiancée.
He went to jail eventually, and she was forced once again, to deal with the aftermath of the Von’s personal family curse. After all, he’d been stealing from the addresses she’d cleaned for, and explaining that she had nothing to do with it, that she hadn’t even known, was a hard sell even when she’d pleaded, and cursed every part of his stupid ass name. Once the dust settled, a new storm started, because that was when Soliel learned she was pregnant, and everything changed. It was right around the time she had been ready to change her name, to file the paperwork to say their marriage never had lived, nor breathed, and get that stupid matching tattoo removed, too. She’d kept the name, so her daughter never got asked, or had to ask, why mommy and daddy had different names, or be ridiculed for any mistakes the two of them had made. She kept the tattoo, because every time she walked into the shop, it still felt like being kicked in the chest.
She was terrified, at first. It wasn’t like her own mother was some kind of shining star, the kind of mother that deserved the title. There were a thousand what if’s rattling around in her brain, including the glaring ones: what if I’m not good enough for her? What if I can’t do this? What if I don’t deserve a daughter? And there was no one there to answer or even hear those questions. So she read, and she learned, on top of her studies, and she had stared at that positive pregnancy test to make a solemn promise: Poppy would never feel the hurt, the pain, that she and her father had. She would never wonder if she were truly loved. She wouldn’t spend a single night shedding tears alone, because that little girl would have ever part of her, if Soliel Von only ever did one worthwhile thing in her life, it would be Poppy.
While she took every chance to dig, or make things difficult, for Mason once he’d gotten out, never once did she let her daughter see this. Never once, did she use her like the pawn some people would have. Mason might have been a fuck up, but he was a good father, and she wasn’t going to give Poppy daddy issues just for her own benefit, after all, she’d learned a long time ago just how bad that could get. So, she eventually graduated med school, and became a doctor, but the kind that came when they were called. She provided services in the homes of those that were rich and famous, or just plain rich, rather than wasting away in a hospital - which was beneficial, because for two years, she was the picture of a single parent, with very little help.
Once she did begin to have more free time, she started a radio show with several co-host, based on what she’d learned as a stripper, a doctor, and simply a woman. The show is a place for relationship advice, sex, and all other elements of similar discourse to thrive, and of course, for them all to get a good laugh from, from time to time. It became a hit three months in, after several popular celebrities mentioned they tuned in, in various interviews. New episodes drop twice a week, and sometimes the group of hosts take over the Hidehill forum for a little Q&A, or throw events to raise money for various different charities or functions in both Hidehill and Nashville proper.
However, Mason was the one who suggested they relocate to Hidehill officially, rather than visiting and simply spending time there,once more after the longest stint away from the city, when Nancy was killed. She knew how to read between his lines by now, and what he was truly saying, and asking, when he said that was what he wanted. It was supposed to be safe now; right? But, she is quickly becoming absolutely aware that nothing is safe, and they may have just walked their daughter right into harms way.
CONNECTIONS:
fellow radio show hosts (2 (sasha kang)/3), one remaining spot open
family members, cousins (1 (alaska sosa)/3), two remaining spots open
patients - current and previous, those who have hired her to either be their personal doctor, or this could be post shadow-attack victims that need additional care after the hospital, etc
the mom friend mafia (1 (greta hightower)/3) two remaining spots open
hook ups/one night stands/exes/what ifs - these are people that have slept with or occasionally hook up with soliel, aware that this would have to be on nights/days she didn’t have poppy, and if it was anything more than a one off, probably beyond complicated but we can discuss (also see: revenge hook ups, general mess, and she will fight your girlfriend if thats what you were going for)
past coworkers, simply that, or turned friends (from when she worked at the bakery, as a stripper, odd jobs, cleaning houses in harlow but this would have been as a kid)
past customers/clients at the strip club for funsies, especially since shes a doctor, and i think it woul be funny as shit to have the girl you used to get lapdances from, show up as your doctor
the under the table fixer upper, aka people who cant or wont go to the hospital or through the normal channels, so they show up to receive medical care from her or call her to come to them
babysitters ( the occasional trusted friend/acquaintance that would watch poppy, especially when she was younger and mason was locked up)
