#femintro

HER LIFE SO FAR.

marlow never lacked in wealth, she got anything her heart desired that was affordable in money, even play dates were arranged through financial support. something marlow had no insight of, she was a kid after all. a kid that grew up not feeling much parental love, it was always business. 

as soon she was practically able to walk, they forced her behind the piano and scheduled daily lessons for the blonde to practice a skill that could increase their wealth in the future.

though don’t let that mislead you, the tremblay family own a cruise ship and invested in a casino in the heart of british columbia, so they easily make millions a year, they’ve made so much over the years that they could even retire if they wanted, but the tremblays were money making hungry wolves that always wanted more. 

so they put their daughter to work from a young age, learn how to play piano every single day until her fingers bled. but it didn’t stop there, singing lessons worked her vocal chords, pushed them to the limit and if she was doing neither, she got home schooled until bed time, only for it all to repeat again the next day.

because of her parents’ wealth and endless connections, she soon landed herself her first role ever in a local broadway show. she was a talented kid, showed promise to the directors and both audience, so it didn’t take long for marlow to get the script of the lead pushed inside her still tiny hands.

if you think that’s impressive - it’s only just the beginning. what others thought was a big achievement for the girl, her parents were never satisfied enough. they hired more vocal coaches that didn’t just teach her to sing, but in different languages too. they put a lot of pressure on top of the blonde’s shoulders, without her realizing much of it. she felt like a star, having the spotlight on her so much.

around the age of twelve her parents thought it was time to branch out, find fame outside of their home city and as she landed herself roles in different musicals, she picked up guitar lessons aside just for the fun of it. school became less important as her popularity grew and marlow cannot remember how exactly she built a gigantic fanbase, it was like waking up to a nuclear explosion one day and instead of running away, she got dragged towards it.

multiple agents were reaching out to her from all over the world, they needed her on tv, record labels needed her like air, even disney breathed in her neck, and because of marlow’s age, it wasn’t her choice to make. she left the broadway world, she loved so much, behind her and got thrown into multiple studios until her parents found the right one that promised more than one brilliant hit, an okay album and for marlow to never be seen again after a flopping music video.

making music was her life, pour her hard-working yet naive heart out day in day out, play instruments with fingertips that were no longer showing a print, because it was all marlow knew how to do perfectly. to make her parents proud of her and make tons of money, though the girl never got to read the actual contracts she signed. it was money that went straight into her parents bank account and she never saw again.

she was a hit all over the world, such a young thing that attracted a lot of people from her own age and then some. it was her life, performing, seeing all those excited faces, fall in love with every single one of her fans and giving them everything every time she was on stage. a stage that grew bigger and wider each year. for a total of eight years, until one day her life changed a complete 180.

it was the final show in france of her europe tour, a few weeks spending time with a summer fling in italy before marlow had to fly back to prepare for a new album in her home country. there was a tight schedule for marlow to follow, or actually her agent who stuck by her side at all times outside of summer breaks. they had a long flight in the private jet from italy to canada, one of marlow final good flights for a long time. back in canada, as usual, they took the helicopter to get from place to place to avoid traffic. that day the weather had been announced as foggy and however it was advised not to fly, the pilot still took the risk and during the flight, the fog became thicker ... resulting in a crash marlow cannot remember.

three days later she woke up in a hospital bed, unable to talk and traumatized for life. her vocal chords had been damaged, some ribs broken and hit with a concussion. her agent was still on life support, whereas the pilot hadn’t survived the crash. she was lucky to be alive, claimed by doctors. but all her parents showed was disappointment, as if she’d been the one behind the steering wheel. she could no longer sing, too damaged by trauma and practically left for dead in bed at home for weeks upon weeks.

she was useless now her one talent was taken away from her and she really believed that for about a year. all that time she’d been locking herself up in the mansion they owned, in order not to face media, or anyone she knew. the only people she faced were the housekeepers she’d known all her life, her parents were never around anyways. and she started picking up books to read from the many they owned. and another, and another. until she couldn’t stop disappearing into books and read about anything. politics, religion, math, everything she’d missed out on during her childhood.

and that’s when she told herself something ... she would become a politician in order to get her life and herself back in order. to have a purpose and somehow make her parents proud again. she’d study her ass off, if she couldn’t use her voice for singing, she’d use it to become an example for the people in a different way. she was smart as hell, that she knew, she knew a lot and would dive deep into politics as a start.

for the first time in a long one she felt alive again, it wasn’t much but it was there. lurking around a corner, taking her more serious as she grew out of her previous life. she grew pride for herself, knew what it meant to love herself more than before and she held tight onto that feeling. she was growing up and dared to show herself among people again, face them as if the crash hadn’t affected her mental state at all. in fact, it had opened her eyes more than ever. she’d seen a side of her parents that made her disgust them, see them for what they really were. and hate them for what they’ve turned her into as well. she was almost as money hungry as they were, owned a pride that could be written off as heartless, if marlow wasn’t so self-aware unlike them. she was their offspring, but she evolved. 

she landed herself a job without their support for the first time in her life that fed into her ego more she could possibly express in words. marlow was more than proud to work for katherine michaels, a well known and respected politician. and soon she was set on pleasing the redhead, seek the kind of validation she never received from her parents. she was finally given a purpose again and made sure as hell to not lose that dignity. she’d do anything for katherine, jump into fire if she had to, only to forget about her past.

marlow doesn’t talk about her past, in fact she gets uncomfortable when anyone brings up any of her hits, world tours and anything that was out in the media, she chose to leave that life behind five years ago and can only wish for fans to do the same and move on.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

summer fling(s) she had over the years she went on world tours, they could’ve been nothing more than a fling or actually had feelings, but separated by fate marlow’s parents because there was no room in her life for such nonsense.

her #1 fan that might’ve even been borderline obsessive and stalked her across europe and america.

best friend she shares her house with, said friend doesn’t even have to pay rent and mostly has the house to themselves because marlow’s often out to help her boss out.

rose grew up in val d'oise, france- a high end suburb located right outside of paris. their mother is the owner of the biggest physical theater company in paris, le theatre du soleil, her father the dean of l'école internationale de théâtre jacques lecoq. rose spent their entire life surrounded by clowns, acrobats, mimes, and other artists that would come in and out of their parents’ lives. 

they were homeschooled from age 10-18, all the while spending their time taking aerial, clown, dance, and movement classes. because of this, rose never had much of a social life outside of the one they forged for themself inside of their classes and in their mother’s theater company. they spent all of their time surrounded by people older, more mature, and more creative than they were. 

through them they figured out their gender, sexuality, and artistic vision, all while remaining incredibly close to their mom and dad. their younger sister followed them around everywhere, but was never as headstrong and determined as rose was. this caused Rose’s parents to favor rose, ignoring coraline almost completely, and building rose’s ego.

at age 15, rose was an official member of their mom’s theater company, going on world tours and performing to sold out houses at the heart of paris. nothing felt better to them than performing, their favorite and best act being aerial silks and hoops. they let it consume their entire life, ignoring everything that didn’t have to do with bettering themself and their body in some way. rose wanted to fly, wanted to break gender and performance norms, wanted to change their mother’s theater company out of the 60’s physical theater movement and into something new. 

as rose grew older, they began to argue more with their mother. specifically about how badly they wanted to do a show on their fucked up experienced in the catholic church growing up. their mother, of course, didn’t agree. she was a devout catholic and did not want to be shunned from her church community. when rose was 17, while they were on tour, they saw a performance of blackwatch at the national theater of scotland. this changed everything for them. they continued to push their mother to change the way their company created work, continued to push for change in a company set in doing what it had always done. this upset their mom as she felt tested and undermined. rose kept pushing, though, until every night they had an argument about their lack of flexibility in the creation of art.

while all of this was happening, coraline had given up on the artistic aspect of owning a theater company and went more toward business. suddenly, coraline was in the favor of their parents, and rose was left behind- feeling for the first time what it meant not being the favorite child. they pushed harder, created work outside of the theater company, doing anything they had to do to show their mom that they were right. when their parents found out, however, they kicked rose out of le theatre du soleil, telling them that they had broken their contract by performing with outside companies. 

rose was not only no longer in their parents’ good graces, but they were kicked out of the family business, their dream, everything. they left their childhood home at age 19 and moved to scotland, hoping that maybe there they would be able to join the national theater of scotland and do the work they wanted to do. 

on their 25th birthday, they got a call from their mom for the first time since they moved away from home. while rose didn’t usually answer their phone for their family anymore, something told them they needed to. their mom told them that for the past 2 years, she had been battling various forms of cancer, and she didn’t have much time left. they immediately left the company, terminating their contract, and went back to paris, where they watched their mother die. 

le theatre du soleil was left with coraline, rose only getting books and various jewelry. they understood. they hadn’t been with their family for most of their young adult life, but it didn’t hurt any less. rose, not able to go back to scotland because of their terminated visa and contract, moved to new york to play the american physical theater game. they remembered their time there when they were on tour fondly- their happiest memories being walking down busy streets with their company members. 

they haven’t been able to get into any companies, but they teach aerial classes full time. though, at this point, it’s mostly them trying to convince 45 year olds they can, in fact, still train their body to do a split. and yes, this will make their rich husbands want to fuck them. 

PERSONALITY

ok a little bit of a closed off bitch when u first meet her it simply do be like that sometimes. she’s pretentious and picky. 

when they get to know you tho it’s All Over they’re your mom now. 

they might be picky but they rly do love All Women. 

really obsessed with having control over her body. she doesn’t drink or do drugs because of this- it would only cause her anxiety. but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like going out!!! u can catch her in ridiculous hot outfits out dancing any day of the week. 

      hey everyone ! super stoked to be here. since i’m already going to be late to work lol, i’m gonna keep this ( semi ) short and sweet !

biography:

hester farshid was born in queens, nyc. her mother being from iran and her father an iranian ( with some russian ) american. she was the absolute light of their lives and their only child.

tw death: unfortunately, they would pass away in a tragic accident, leaving hester in the care of the government. but luckily, not for long.

hester’s biological parents had a wonderful pair of fellow iranian friends who were keen on adopting the girl. they took her in at only 5 years old. she became hester yazdani.

realizing what joy a child could bring to their lives ( and to their marriage tbh ), they decided to adopt more children. they ended up adopting three younger siblings, of all different pasts, for hester to gush over. 

she was basically a second mom to them from the get go. making sure they did their work, respected their elders, got good grades, etc. her protectiveness kicking into gear, it wasn’t odd to see her keeping a close eye out on where they went, who they hung out with, if only to make sure they wouldn’t leave her like her parents did. 

hester decided to go by ‘sterling’ around middle school. hated her actual name. thinks one day she’ll legally change it.

after she graduated top of her class in high school ( and early btw ), she went into nyu as a physics major. she proceeded onto getting her phd in astrophysics. girl’s got brains!!

tw death: and she’d been so focused on watching out for her siblings, she’d let her adoptive parents slip through her fingers. she was almost done with her phd when she got the news they were involved in an accident. another tragedy. sterling thought fate a cruel bitch, and buckled down with her degree and her ‘newfound parent duties.’

she set her and her siblings all up in a place in queens not far from their old home. she was only 24 years old at the time. 

luckily, she managed to graduate and get her phd. but considering her siblings were all in university still, and they needed her, and she needed them, she’s pushed back her dream of traveling and researching to take care of them first. 

so she’s stayed at her stupid pizza delivering job in queens because the tips are amazing and her workers are incredibly understanding. right now she feels stuck, but she also feels scared to ‘leave the nest’ for herself. 

deets:

she’s the ‘mom friend’ and she takes pride in this. likes to have her shit together and take care of other people. perhaps more than herself. 

still hella fun and wild and spontaneous. even if she’s stuck in nyc, it’s nyc - she’s got a thousand adventures to get up to. 

can be temperamental. doesn’t like to be argued with, doesn’t like others talking poorly about the ones she loves, will definitely 100% fight for you in a bar if someone got too handsy or wouldn’t back tf up. though she’d also advise against that?? so hypocrite? i think yes. 

is super clumsy. girl has two left feet. she’s a bull in a china cabinet. tried to be graceful once? it didn’t work out. but she’s cute. 

it’s safe to say after losing two sets of parents, sterling doesn’t let a lot of people in. she’s mostly just scared of losing them. but when she does let you in? you’re in for life. most loyal person you’ll ever meet. 

hey hi, first of all ... i’m andromeda and always a mess with intros, with both introducing myself and my muse so uhh here goes nothing, cause second of all you’re the ones who are going to have to suffer with me around !

HER LIFE SO FAR.

lillian grew up with one mom and funnily enough two fathers, not that they were entirely a poly amorous couple but at the time her mother made the mistake; or in lillian’s eyes miracle, to get laid with two guys at the time who both loved the woman equally and so did they love the little baby.

in 1987 she majored in cosmetology and moved from the bronx to brooklyn the second one of her father's connections checked up on them about a store going out of business and it was the perfect business opportunity to open a hair salon there.

so she packed her bags and had her parents help her move, restore the now sold property to lillian and funded all the equipment with a loan she eventually paid off. she was twenty-six when she opened her salon named ‘mirror, mirror’ for business.

if you didn’t catch it from the name of her business, snow white was her favorite fairy tale good night story and movie to watch right after school. her school friends also quickly learned the ins and outs of the story all cause of her and honestly, the nickname ‘snow white’ drifted around for a while throughout the years until high school.

she’s a big fan of queen and dolly parton so after closing time you’d most likely catch her jamming around to those songs from her time.

she loves to prepare and eat lunch together with both her colleagues and store owners next door.

it started out as simply a hair salon but over the years it changed into a beauty salon with added nail care where nail stylists became part of the business.

‘9 to 5’ by dolly parton is her alarm song and she never tires of it cause it’s literally her favorite song and movie ever.

she loves to arrange weekly game nights with friends and family, blood-related or not blood-related, lillian loves everyone just as much.

lillian will always help anyone in any way she can, either with advice or try her best to help them out physically if necessary. which brings us to the following: she is definitely the mom friend.

though she’s not just a mom friend, she became a mother figure at the age of forty six, eight years ago iris moved in with her. her dear niece came flying over all the way from sydney, australia. a girl that’s been through hell and lillian welcomed her with open arms. always gave her the freedom she needed, made her pick her own college, therapy if necessary and even helped her move out when the time came. though iris isn’t officially adopted by her, she does feel like she’s her mother and responsible for her.

lillian’s not just a hair stylist, she’s also semi famous for doing celebrities’ hair for photoshoots, premieres or other events, which also attracted more customers and honestly, business has never been better !

she’s been featured in a couple beauty magazines over the years, as shown at the bottom.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

childhood friend who pretty much managed to deal with her all their life.

store owners next to her beauty salon.

colleagues even though she’s the boss of em, she sees em as friends & equal.

regular customer(s) who surely must be a friend of hers too. lbr, this darling loves everyone.

(best) friend(s).

queen/dolly parton fanatics cause that’s goals to have as either online or irl friends.

pen pal from a whole another country she wrote during her high school years.

     ok so winona is a char i play/ed on my indie so i got this lil shit down leggo !

biography:

she was born ‘winifred briggs’ and raised in new orleans, lousiana. 

her parents just didn’t want a kid since they were young, rip. 

she was put into foster care and jumped around multiple houses, settling into her last one when she was 9 years old. the hixon household was...not a good one. 

tw abuse, neglect: they were particularly cruel to her and the other girls of the household. treating them more like animals than children, and with heavy hands to accompany the treatment. 

so what does miss thang do? she decides enough is enough at 16 years old. a natural leader (despite not being the eldest), and a natural firecracker, she sets up a plan for the girls to escape with a beat up car in the backyard and the stash of cash mr. hixon kept for his various vices. 

the girls make their dash in the middle of the night and set off without a care where they end up, so long as it’s far away from the hellhole that is louisiana. 

they get up to their adventures and their misadventures, and along the way, every girl sorta falls off the bandwagon to pursue her own thing. one finds love in california, one goes back into the system in a different state to get adopted by a loving couple they all met, etc. until it’s finally two gals left at the end, and it’s only been a year!

17 year old ‘winona bradshaw’ as she’s dubbed herself, winds up in big ole nyc. she applies to become a stripper to make ends meet but the lady running the joint is like ‘girl i know you are not of age.’ so instead? the lady takes winona and her sister under her wing, gives them jobs to clean the place, be hosts, etc. things that wouldn’t put them too much at risk. at least until they’re both of age. and the lady offers them a room to stay in, so long as they do a job well done. 

tw adult entertainment: 18 year old winona finally becomes a stripper and she makes bank. she’s everything the crowd wants, and she’s quickly dubbed the ‘redlight district queen.’ she revels in the attention and praise, because she’s vain af. 

unfortunately, winona’s sister decides to go off to college and pursue a higher education. good for her, but winona’s heart breaks. all her family’s practically gone and she misses them, but she’s got to put herself first. and she’s got a damn good thing going. 

by the time she hits her late twenties, winona’s learned the ropes of running a club and the lady that took her on suggests opening up one in manhattan. she knows winona, miss fancy, would strive in the celeb / upper clientele scene too. maybe even better. 

winona opens up her club in her early thirties. and it’s not long before 1 oak takes off. in fact, it’s the top nightclub that every famous and wealthy person flocks to. sometimes the rarer everyday type, when the doors allow it, and if you’re impressive enough to get in. 

like lucifer himself sitting in the garden of eden, winona bathes in the wealth, power, sins and beauty she’s built an empire out of. 

it’s safe to say she’s done some dirty dealings behind closed doors. but at a hefty price! she’s established all sorts of connections, and some would get her ass thrown in prison. but she’s almost untouchable. 

tw adult entertainment: about a decade ago, she also founded a private bdsm society. because why not go the extra mile? nyc’s got some freaky fun, and she likes that redlight district appeal. but everyone’s careful to respect her. winona doesn’t let anyone get by without treating her like royalty, and abiding by her ( charming ) authoritarian rule. she also doesn’t tolerate people treating her workers poorly, whether in society or in the club.

she’s gay af, too. sleeps around a lot. half the time she’s known for her nightclub business, half the time she’s known for her flings.