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BASIC STATS

full name: gemma grace mitchell

nickname(s): gem, gg (close friends & fam only)

age: 32

birthday: february 5, 1994

zodiac: aquarius

hometown: new orleans, louisiana

current residence: los angeles

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual - lean towards women & femme presenting nb’s

relationship status: in a relationship

known for: successful solo career in both acting (child star) & music

band: singer/dancer & founding member of clover 

likes: dogs, white peach redbull, musical theatre, mangos, tropical vacations, a fresh set of acrylics

dislikes: early mornings, shallow small talk, being cold, ignorance, beer, seagulls

hobbies: jigsaw puzzles, nature hikes, building lego sets, producing beats

traits: disciplined, graceful, dramatic, callous, loud, intelligent, adventurous, curious

face claim: megan pete (megan thee stallion)

BIOGRAPHY

New Orleans has contributed many great things to society - jazz music, beignets, mardi gras, and is the birthplace of the legend that is Gemma Mitchell. Known mononymously as Gemma. 

When she’s in work mode - she’s locked in and serious. However, any other time she is a fun-loving, adventurous and sometimes dramatic as hell with a warmth that radiates in any room she walks into. She is keen to encourage and share advice to newer artists coming up. Especially other women of color. She knows the obstacles she’s had to endure and overcome to make it, and hopes she can help make things even slightly easier for the next generations to follow.  

While she can be bubbly and bright, she also finds solace in the quiet moments when nobody and no cameras are around and she can breathe without the pressure of always putting on a smile. she can just be herself. whether it's alone or with the few people who know her beyond the public persona, those are the ones she holds close and keep her sanity in tact.

Her career began on movie and television sets as a child. Gemma was always destined to shine on a stage. Even before that, she was putting on shows in the living room and forcing her family to be her audience during every big gathering. That is what convinced her parents to put her into pageants.

Pageants have a questionable reputation, but for her it was her first taste of performing. That was where she learned to carry herself and walk with confidence. It was the first lesson of public speaking and charismatic smiles that has stuck with her throughout every phase of her career. Pageant training made it easier when she already knew how to hold herself in front of cameras and a public spotlight

Gemma easily became a beloved presence on screens across America. (inspo: Madison Pettis vibes)

As she grew into her teen years, it was clear that most people still only saw that sweet little girl when they looked at her. Like she was frozen in time in all their memories. It was frustrating. Cue transition into music.

She’d always had a beautiful voice but never seriously pursued singing and music as a career before then. It was the push from those close to her that sealed the deal.

Music is where she blossomed and truly came into her own. She was finally able to shed the past little girl image and be seen for the young woman that she was. Mostly. Of course there were critiques and opinions on some of her songs and subject matter. She only expressed what any other person does at that age - sex, friends, parties, love, and heartbreak that feels like the most defining point in your life in that moment. The usual.

As a solo artist, Gemma has left her undeniable mark in the industry throughout her career of over a decade. She’s released six albums, two mixtapes, has several number one hits, and sold out multiple worldwide tours. Among other collaborations such as brand deals, business ventures, and features with other artists. That's not even including other occasional acting credits she's accumulated in adulthood.  

With a resume about as long as a CVS receipt, the sky is the limit as far as Gemma is concerned. Possibilities are as countless as the stars in the sky. She’s often chasing the next big idea and doesn’t always remember to soak it in and live in the moment of her achievements. A reminder she sometimes needs to slow down and appreciate where she is now. 

It’s that exact hunger, drive, and motivation that led to the creation of Clover - a group in which she recruited a couple of her closest friends in the industry who are just as established and successful in their own rights to join. This project was created not out of necessity, but more so to surprise the fans and maybe even break the internet. doing what she loved with people she loved and respected was a bonus. 

Same familiar names, an evolving industry, and an all new level of spectacular starpower when three of the biggest stars come together for a joint slay!!

izzy was born in a suburb of los angeles and always felt like her hometown had nothing to offer her, she was always dreaming of getting out but never actually doing much to make that dream come true

izzy and arden were two peas in a pod from the moment that the aarons decided to foster and eventually they adopted arden into their family because they couldn't bear to separate the two

izzy would tell you that her childhood was fine. uneventful. which is good. no trauma or anything like that but that's all it was, fine. it was boring and sometimes lonely.

izzy had been surrounded by music her entire life but she mostly did it as a hobby. up until arden's band was down a guitarist and needed her to fill in which she did with a lot of convincing and coaxing from arden and ruby. she ended up being the main guitarist of mulholland drive.

she had always been incredibly determined to make it in the music industry after joining the band. especially after her parents told her that she shouldn’t do it, that she should stay on track to become a social worker. she thought, you think it’s a mistake? let me prove you wrong on every front.

but now that she’s here, that she’s gotten everything she said she wanted, maybe it’s not all that it’s cracked up to be. because why does she constantly feel homesick for the place that she wanted to escape for her entire life? why does she feel like she got what she wanted and now she still feels empty?

she has one foot out the door but is keeping the feeling as quiet as she can because she doesn’t want to let her bandmates down. because they all built this band from nothing together. but she can’t fight this feeling that this isn’t what she wants anymore.

basics.

full name. laila lakhani.

date of birth. 24 august.

age. twenty-seven.

gender. cis woman, she/her.

orientation. allegedly straight. actually putting the l in lgbt.

occupation. singer and dancer in honeydew.

personality.

positive traits. diligent. efficient. strategic.

negative traits. controlling. neurotic. repressed.

likes. being right. bustling cities. golden age broadway. headphones. schedules.

dislikes. alcohol. bad reviews. getting attached. mess. silence.

would… offer you a fully fledged stationery kit if you asked for one pencil. greet you good morning at 4am with the energy of a thousand suns. sing through entire albums in the shower. hold a lifelong grudge against you for naming the scottish play in a theatre. be the first to arrive at and last to leave rehearsals.

would not… slow down on the sidewalk so you can catch up to her. drink from someone else’s water bottle, dehydration be damned. stop herself from hard selling honeydew’s discography to strangers on the street. respond to your last text with something short of an essay. tell you how she really feels.

appearance.

faceclaim. sadie laflamme-snow.

skin. on the lighter side of olive. tans deeper in the summer, supposing she isn’t stuck in another summer stock theatre.

hair. dark brown. grown a few inches past her shoulder. compulsively combed and conditioned to be as straight as the laws of physics will allow for. call that manifestation.

eyes. dark brown. either staring directly into the depths of your soul or looking longingly over your shoulder, searching for something so interesting she simply must cut this riveting conversation short.

clothing. personal style leans towards flexible fabrics and cool/neutral tones, without much ornamentation or innovation. performance wardrobes are a different beast entirely. in the nicest way possible she will try to wrangle everyone on that stage into visual coordination.

accessories. a thin, v-shaped golden ring worn on her right hand.

story. (subject to further development based on future plotting!)

tl;dr. local girl gets tossed like a hot potato from young mother to aging grandparents. local girl gets in her head about becoming mother’s antithesis. local girl gets into performing arts high school. local girl gets Very Serious about starting performing arts career and apparently dgaf about how many enemies she has to make along the way. local girl gets little to no action from her abundance of attempts at starting said career and begins waitressing at a family friend’s restaurant. miraculously, local girl gets into supernova records’ premier music group and will do anything – and that means anything – to stay in it. or break out of it after seriously impressing some industry moguls on tour. whatever the label wants. siri play opportunity from annie (2014)

cw for child abandonment. laila’s mother was a free spirit. it only made sense, then, that she gave laila up to her parents so freely. spring of her final year of college, she clambered into their apartment through the fire escape, reconnecting with them for the first and last time in months. there was a baby in her arms, two truths and a lie on her tongue. she’d made a mistake, she said. she’d finish her studies and find a job far away from the man who’d made this mistake with her, she said. she’d come back for her laila, for their family, once her life was in order, she said. moral of the story, as her grandparents will tell it many years later: playing fast and loose does little but put you on the fast track to losing all that matters.

the first time laila saw her grandparents smile, she was four years old, wrists aching from an imperfectly executed series of cartwheels. she can’t remember what spurred the show on in the first place, nor will she ever learn, for her grandfather’s camcorder had been too focused on the floor to capture the moment. she can remember that the show had singlehandedly turned their tiny house, brimming with crumpled bills and other debris from endless cut corners, into something like home. she remembers how they’d call their friends over on weekends and cram them on a dusty old couch, all so they could watch her belt her heart out, grinning like her front teeth hadn’t fallen out the night before. her grandparents, eager to make good on their second chance at child-rearing, supported her talents to no end, fashioning her guitars out of rubber bands, bringing her along to open mics at a family friend’s restaurant. though she tried to pay attention to more practical pursuits as she grew older, throwing herself into class presidencies and spelling bees, she couldn’t shake the thought from her head. the thought that she was meant to perform.

fever dreams turned into reality with her admission to a performing arts high school. what was once an indefinite desire to do her best became, and it showed in the days she spent at dance studios, the nights she spent poring over chord constructions. gone was any doubt that this was the trail she needed to blaze. after all, it wasn’t her future alone that depended on her continued academic success. over the next few years, her grandparents took the liberty of replacing her rubber band orchestra with a real guitar, her beat-up sneakers with shoes that could keep a beat, and in doing so, paid physical tolls they couldn’t hide half as well as the price tags. she was meant to perform, and performance meant finally repaying the people who’d raised her when her own parents wouldn’t.

cw for familial death. laila graduated on top of the world. then, some weeks and a surprise hospital visit later, she watched her grandfather get lowered into the ground. she remembers some of the platitudes offered by neighbors, though mostly because the majority felt like deliberate offenses. it was his time to go was the worst of them all. how could it have been, when he hadn’t gotten to watch her accomplish anything of note? determined to compensate her grandmother, at least, for her continued investment in a career that hadn’t taken off quite as quickly as hoped, laila accepted a job offer from an old family friend, the one who owned that restaurant. it wasn’t the most enjoyable experience, trading in a stage for a slippery diner floor or a handsewn costume for a perpetually-stained apron, but laila liked to look at waitressing as a practical exercise in smiling, serving, and shutting up. a much-needed exercise, so to speak. or, well, not speak.

between shifts at the restaurant and busking around only somewhat shifty train stations, laila learned that it was one thing to intellectually understand that new york spotlight chasers were as ubiquitous a species as subway rats. it was another thing to actually scrounge around casting platforms and her contacts list for one chance at the breakthrough she thought all her training had basically promised. months turned into years. many, many auditions turned into a couple of backing vocal credits, ensemble roles in student filmmakers’ avant-garde 12-hour shoots, supporting spots in musical workshops. maybe she could’ve garnered some kind of social media following if she posted anything but covers, but the prospect of releasing any personal projects required a level of risk-taking obviously reserved for people who weren’t her. people braver than her. people richer than her. then came–

honeydew. neither the presence of someone she didn’t think she’d cross paths with until their 100-year high school reunion, nor the peculiarities of their production, could stop laila from basking in the glory of her breakthrough, however overdue. she had clear expectations to meet and all the reason to meet them. everything was as it was meant to be. 

keyword: was. laila can’t tell if supernova’s latest panoptic publicity scheme is meant to be a blessing or a curse. on one hand, she’s stopped worrying about the reception of honeydew’s debut ep. on the other, she cannot stop worrying about what reception she’ll receive on their debut tour, considering who else is on its lineup. she’s resolved. how many stops she’ll last with these strategies remains to be seen.

misc.

childhood music taste was mostly derived from her grandparents’ 70s-90s-focused radio picks. as a teenager she learned how to tune into whatever played the spice girls/tlc/destiny’s child/pussycat dolls/[insert every other iconic contemporary girl group]’s latest single on loop and it was over for the oldies. presently her playlists include a healthy mix of both genres, albeit with a possibly unhealthy amount of songs centred on ruminative regret

she might also have a playlist of honeydew’s discography that she plays (muted) on loop overnight because they deserve the support (she might’ve just stockholm-ed herself into blindly liking their music) but that’s not important rn

always has a signature pen on her. god forbid a girl thinks she’ll get asked to sign someone’s paper bag at the grocery store. better safe than sorry!

used to take am i gay quizzes just to click all the obviously heterosexual options and pat herself on the back for reaffirming her romantic perpendicularity

somewhat resentful of the woe-is-me reality she’s created where certain people’s careers are being advanced by their queer relationships. tries to hide this resentment behind overenthusiastic, overbearing, i-bought-target’s-pride-collection-for-my-gay-child parent type allyship. does it work? we’ll see about that

semi-related to the above: constantly emptying her browser history. the most personal thing on her phone is a sticker of the playbill logo on the back

has gotten wicked good at the kazoo over the past decade. i'm sorry my girl was doing anything to pad her resume except spend money on more real instruments

has strict time limits set on all social media apps because she’s already wasted at minimum a year of her life refreshing self-tapes just to watch zero views tick up to one. takes pride in what little screen time she has being split between music software and messaging apps. and, like, the lowest quality version of solitaire on the digital market

would unironically play wonderwall first thing at a party 

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