#iris sinclair

IRIS SINCLAIR –

Birthdate: December 21st, 1987 ( 31 ) Gender and Pronouns: Female, she/her Hometown: New York, New York Neighborhood: Upper West Side, Manhattan Occupation: Criminal Lawyer Faceclaim: Crystal Reed Trigger Warnings: Car accident, Death, Divorce. 

BIOGRAPHY –

Beneath the calm, cool and collected exterior lies an abundance of insecurities and weaknesses that were shielded over the years. It all began with her childhood, born to a father who was a first string violinist for the New York Philharmonic who later became the music director and conductor there. Music being of upmost importance to him, it was also important for his daughter to follow in his footsteps and be nothing short of extraordinary. Only, Iris hated playing the violin, and later found her groove playing the piano. With such expectations placed upon her shoulders, however, she fell out of love with the art with the pressure of having to please her parents, an underlying resentment soon forming. At ten years old, Iris gained a sister. Her parents decided to adopt their god daughter, Lily, after her parents tragically passed away in a car accident. And a young Iris was so excited at the idea of a sibling, having always deeply desired one. And there came the hope that there would be lesser pressure upon her shoulders. Only, it faltered to work in her favour, with her dad placing even more pressure on her shoulders, and diverting his attention to her younger sister. A young Iris tried not to let jealousy eat away at her, but it was terribly difficult when Lily appeared to be the perfect daughter. 

At sixteen, the dynamics in her family shifted again. Their mom upped and announced one day that she was divorcing their dad for her yoga instructor. Never having expected that her parents were on rocky grounds, it was only when the divorce papers were signed that Iris found her answers. Cue a little Eat, Pray, Love, her mom decided to leave the country with her new girlfriend, which happened to be her yoga instructor, and travel the world. The girls only heard from her sporadically, and their father seemed to grow a little more bitter, which only fuelled the resentment Iris felt towards her parents. Because the day her mom left, she’d not only left their dad, but left them behind too. A young Iris was heartbroken, and distrustful. Ever since, her mother has tried patching things up, but to no avail on this brunette’s end. 

She found herself at Columbia University, desiring a career in law, outside of her father’s expectations. If anything, she was rebelling now. He, of course, didn’t approve, but Iris was never one to be argued with, her fiery personality bringing out the temper in her. One he didn’t like to argue with. Years later, she’d find herself in LA, taking a break from college and instead pursuing a career in modelling. College became too much to bear, and being in New York whilst her mom tried to pay regular visits only heightened her bitterness, causing a need to escape from everything. There, she met Elliot Sharpe, the one she’d later fall in love with and leave due to complete and utter black mail. Her years of soul searching and utter heartbreak ended with the harsh reality of accepting her fate, of finding a new desire to be her own boss and run her life the way she wanted to. Not the way people expected her to. Not the way people forced her to. She’d be an unstoppable force, her own boss, powerful. And there was nothing she lusted after more. 

Marriage had never really been on the cards for New York’s up and coming criminal lawyer, but the instant she met Mateo, the game changed entirely. A whirlwind romance with one of New York’s biggest crime moguls, she never believed in love ‘til she met him. They were married some months later, caught up in a thing called love. That was, until a year and a half later, she came home a little earlier than expected and caught him cheating on her in their own bed. She raced out of the room in shock, with her husband chasing after her, only to fall down the stairs to his untimely, unlikely death. The paparazzi of New York had a field day, accusing her of having killed her husband. And with the way her icy exterior is presented to the world, it’s easy to think that she did, in fact, push him down the stairs. However, detectives and the courts ruled otherwise, freeing her of any jail time or accusations. And there she sat, months later, widowed, admittedly heartbroken she’d lost the love of her life, and filled with even more of an excuse to be an ice queen to the world around her. 

Now, she resides on the Upper West Side, renown as one of the best criminal defence lawyers in New York City. It isn’t easy defending the ‘guilty’, or so people assume. More often than not she finds herself feeling overwhelming surges of guilt, knowing the path she’s chosen means freeing guilty people, albeit saving a few innocent. Knowing the path she was heading towards. Knowing, how far she’d come. Too far, some might say. Part of her isn’t sure who she is anymore, though externally, she presents herself as completely self-assured, whole. But, she’s wholeheartedly aware she’s in a little too deep now, and instead finds comfort in her successes and the fact that the tangled web she’s weaving offers her protection at the very same time. 

PERSONALITY –

Usually I only post finished art on the other blog buuuut im embarassed w/ this one fhdhdhd