would you believe us if we said that wasn't really ALICE PAGANI? well, it isn't .ᐟ.ᐟ that's FLORA COPELAND, a proud resident of pinehaven for the last 6 MONTHS. you can find them working over at HOME as a HOUSEWIFE & SCULPTOR they're 27, but they hardly look that old! it must be the washington weather that keeps them looking so young .ᐟ.ᐟ word around the town is that they're STRANGE, PRIVATE , DISTRUSTING, but we think that's silly. we feel like they're much more ETHEREAL, CLEVER, HONEST. if we had to pick one song to describe HER, it would be I WANNA BE YOURS by ARCTIC MONKEYS. see ya 'round, FLO.ᐟ.ᐟ
basics:
full name: Flora Gabriella Morelli Copeland
nicknames: Flo
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: pansexual
age: 27
date of birth: December 1st
zodiac sign: Sagittarius
occupation: Sculptor
personality type: INFP-A (Mediator) - 71% Introverted, 61% Intuitive, 64% Feeling, 69% Prospecting, 76% Assertive
face claim: Alice Pagani
backstory:
Flora Morelli has always lived life in the fast lane. Born to 2 con artists who would do anything to get ahead, she grew up in a family where deception and seduction were as commonplace as breathing. They started involving her in cons from an early age, using the “cute kid” angle to their advantage. Flora didn’t know any better, so she went along with it. As she got older, it was nice to have designer clothes and the money to do whatever she wanted. She didn’t realize that people were getting hurt in order for her to live her lavish lifestyle. When the pieces did start to click together, Flora began to distance herself from her parents and their schemes. Making money on her own, though, was easier said than done and she wasn’t able to fully separate herself from her family until after she turned 21. Flora started doing as many odd jobs as she could manage, doing her best to stay honest but make money.
Unfortunately for her, being young and independent wasn’t as easy as the media made it out to be. Flora didn’t want to fall back into the old ways her parents had taught her, but she had to find something to get ahead so she wasn’t living from one measly paycheck to another. So, she revisited one of the less sketchy things her parents had introduced her to. Street racing. She’d always loved being behind the wheel of a fast car, and had been driving well since before it was legal. Flora got in touch with a few old contacts, and started entering illegal street races to bring in some extra cash flow. And it worked. For the first time in her independent journey, she didn’t have to choose between rent and food.
For the next few years Flora stayed as honest as she possibly could. There were plenty of times she could have fallen back on the schemes she’d been raised on. Plenty of times she could have lied to get something out of someone. But she didn’t. She became the most honest version of herself that she’d ever been, while still holding a few things close to her chest. As much as she didn’t want to be like her parents, she wasn’t trying to get them in trouble, either. As long as she stayed out of their way, they would continue to leave her alone.
Life continued on, Flora continued to hustle. She was exhausted, and life was still hard, but it was her life. It was messy and chaotic, but each chaotic mess was one she’d created for herself. She was making the decisions and she was entirely in control. And she felt in control, too. Until one fateful day she collided with the most handsome man she’d ever set her eyes on. She’d been in a hurry to get to her job, but one look at him and her schedule suddenly freed up. Flora didn’t even care that she’d likely lose her job. There were plenty of jobs she could find, but how many times did you come face to face with the man of your dreams?
His name was Jagger, Jax, an American sowing his oats before being forced to settle down. He was looking for adventure, and found it in Flora. They quickly fell into mutual obsession. Spending every waking minute together. She simply stopped showing up to her jobs, choosing instead to spend time with Jax while she could. She showed him her beloved city and they explored new parts of Italy that even she had never been to. They shared things about themselves that they’d never shared before but, even still, Flora held a few secrets close to her chest. Worried that if he knew the full truth, he’d never look at her the same. She’d always been a bit too strange to fit into everyday society perfectly, and she’d finally found someone who liked that about her. He didn’t mind that she marched to the beat of her own drum, and found that her beats seemed to align perfectly with the ones inside him.
The months passed by too quickly, and when it was time for them to say goodbye… they couldn’t. A missed flight, a worried phone call from home, lots of late night discussions, and they finally settled on the only thing that would work. They weren’t even going to attempt to mess around with long distance, both knowing that if Jax left Italy without her, that would be it. So, he simply wouldn’t leave without her. Their wedding was quick and quiet, but Flora thought it was perfect. And when Jax finally landed back in Washington, he did so with his black cat wife in tow.
Flora is far from the perfect fit into the picture perfect life of the Copeland family, and his family very much disapproves of their union. But she’s holding her own. She won’t be bullied out of leaving the only person she’s ever truly loved. She’s always been good at finding her own place in the world, and Flora will do the same in Pinehaven. Right by her new husband's side.
Now that survival is easier, and she doesn't have to work her life away, Flora has started exploring her hobbies more. Sculpting strange art has always been something she's loved, but never had the time or funds to do as much as she wanted. Her newfound smalltown life has granted her the ability to spend more time on her art, and creating the unusual pieces that live inside her head. Her work certainly isn't winning her any favors with the Copeland family, but it makes her happy. And, of course, Flora still enjoys driving too fast down a long stretch of backroads with her guy in the passengers seat.
