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BRETT CORCORAN ➝ THIRD SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Brett Emerson Corcoran. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 19. (April 4th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Third. Adopted. ❖ GRADE: Freshman. ❖ MAJOR: Music and Film Production. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Nicola Peltz.

I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME

She was six years old and freezing cold. That was the first thing that Brett could remember, her first memory. The rain pelting down on her little body, fear racing through her as her desperation grew and her need for her mother, Madison, became unbearable. She would have been lost in that park all night were it not for the man who stumbled across her. She wouldn’t have been able to describe him even if she’d been able to see through her tears. But his voice was kind and his intentions pure. From that moment it was a flurry of movement, people, and sounds. None of which made much sense in her young mind. All that she’d wanted was to find her mother, to go back to that park and wait as she’d been told. How else would her mother be able to locate her? Despite her best efforts, no one would allow her to leave and she’d had no choice but to allow the authorities to do their job.

For days, Brett had cried out for her mother but no matter how hard she sobbed or loud she pleaded, they were no closer to finding Madison. Days turned into weeks which turned into months. They were no closer to finding her mother than they were at the start. No matter how far they searched or how many times Brett’s picture was flashed, there were no leads. Meanwhile, she was put into the care of child services and that, in itself, was a frightening ordeal. The last thing that she wanted was to be moved around, placed where her mother could not find her and she protested when the mention of placing her in foster care was brought into question. Still, she was nothing but a child and her best interests needed to be put before her own naive desires.

Everyone had heard the stories of foster children being shipped off from home to home. Of violence and neglect, the use of the children for the stipend alone. Brett was spared that hardship when she was placed in the care of Shelby Corcoran. Shelby was everything a mother should be. She was kind, gentle, and always there when the loss became too much and the tears began to fall. Brett hadn’t known when she’d begun to care for the woman that took her in but there was no doubt in her little mind that she wanted to be there more than anything. She wanted to be where she was safe and warm, where she felt… loved. And Shelby did love her. Even with the sleepless nights when Brett would be struck with night terrors, or the days when the little girl did nothing but cry and plead for her mother, there was unconditional love.

Over a year would pass before Brett was approached with an appealing prospect. Shelby wanted to adopt her and the idea of having a mother after so much time was thrilling. Though a part of her still longed for her biological mother, the love she had for this woman who had graciously taken her in was strong and her desire for a family, a real family was too much to deny. So, a few months before her eighth birthday, Brett officially became a Corcoran and it was one of the happiest moments of her life. She belonged somewhere, someone wanted to give her a home. Someone wanted her.

From the outside, the years that followed were good. Brett adapted well and, other than the nightmares that continued to plague her at night, it appeared as though all was well. For the most part, things were. She smiled, she played, and rarely had a complaint. (Of course, this would change when she hit a rebellious patch in her teens) But it took time for the effects of her mother’s abandonment took hold. She never spoke a word of it. She never told Shelby how the dreams grew more vivid and she awoke with an ache in her chest, the hole that her mother hand left, so strong that it left her breathless. Or the guilt she felt for being so willing to forsake the mother she hardly remembered for someone who was simply there. She laughed and cherished every good moment in her life, even as she felt an irrational need to close herself off to keep her heart protected. Soon it was too much. It was then, at 12, that Brett would pick up a camcorder left lying about.

Every insecurity, moment of doubt or pain was channeled into the goofy little films that she would make. This became her therapy, her solace from the internal storm that she bore alone. And it worked to keep her calm and grounded. When the day inevitably came that filming her siblings or the people in the street wasn’t quite enough, Shelby took notice. With a little prodding, Brett opened up slightly, downplaying the majority of her problems but her mother was far from convinced. Yet she never pushed for more. She simply sat with Brett and allowed the girl to take comfort in her. Quickly, this became a habit that Brett took to easily. Especially the moments in which she’d sit by the piano to watch her mother play. She was playing the piano within a few months.

Her passions became her own private little world and her love for both film and music only grew as the years flew by. When she graduated high school, Brett set her sights on a bright future where she could further develop her talents and turn them into a budding career.

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While Brett has never shied away from the idea of dying her hair a variety of colors, and has dyed it a handful of times, she has shown a clear preference to her blonde locks. Her hair is long and frequently worn down in soft waves and her make up is minimal. Despite the beautiful and fashionable clothing that can be found in her closet at any given time, Brett would much rather be comfortable and casual in her worn jeans, simple top and old combat boots.

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MIRANDA CORCORAN ➝ SECOND SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Miranda Rosemary Corcoran. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 20. (July 2nd). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Second. Adopted. ❖ GRADE: Sophomore. ❖ MAJOR: Social Work, with a minor in Religious Studies. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Emily Kinney.

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[[TW FOR MENTIONS OF ABUSE]]

Miranda Corcoran does not remember the first five years of her life, and if her CPS case file is anything to go off of, she considers this lack of memory a blessing. The name on her original birth certificate reads Mileva Lukic, a name which tells the story of the first child born to Bosniak parents who had left their home country shortly after the end of the Bosnian War. The few details she knows about them are scarce: they were young, spoke virtually no English, and struggled just to make it by from day to day. While Mileva has grown up with the knowledge that her biological parents came here to give a better life for their future children, she also knows that discovering they were pregnant soon after coming to America wasn’t at all in their plans. She doesn’t fault them for putting her up for adoption. If anything, she commends them for wanting to give her the best they could, even if that wasn’t necessarily with them.

Her first adoption was a quiet affair, taking place when she was two months old between her parents and a member of the community who had promised to raise Mileva to know and embrace her Bosnian heritage. They elected to keep her original name, but the day the adoption papers were signed was the last contact she would have with her birth parents. From there, her newly adopted family – the Zahirovics – moved from Michigan to Albany, where Mileva would spend the next four years. While her adopted parents kept their promise to raise her with an appreciation for where she came from, they did not live up to the promise her parents had hoped went without needing to be said: that they would always keep her safe. What little memories she has of her early childhood are marked by screaming and yelling in words she couldn’t understand, the sound of both her adopted parents hitting one another, and the occasional sting to her own skin if she got in the way. What she’s learned outside of that are things she’s glad she doesn’t remember, including how she came to be removed from their care, a tale that involves a rather nasty fight between the Zahirovic that ended with her adopted father leaving her and her adopted mother for a handful of days, during which Mrs. Zahirovich readily took out her frustrations and anger on a defenseless Mileva. It was only because of a neighbor that CPS became involved, and once again Mileva was uprooted.

Being placed into the foster system turned Mileva’s life into an endless cycle of almosts. Almost wanted, almost loved, almost good enough to adopt but not quite enough for anything to ever come of it, no matter how polite or friendly she tried to present herself as. It came with the added struggle of her knowing virtually no English, having grown up in largely immigrant communities. This made her a target both inside and out of whatever home she was placed in. The taunts and teases were what caused her to be silent for a good portion of her time in the system, only really speaking once she was sure she wouldn’t be mocked as she tried to understand the light vowels and dipthongs that were so foreign to her. It was in the third grade, after constant mispronunciation and blatant disregard for her name, that she asked to start going by Miranda, a request that was readily accepted simply because it made things easier for everyone else.

While Miranda has her own fair share of horrible foster and group home experiences, she found that the homes she hated the most weren’t the ones filled with violence, but the ones where it would have made absolutely no difference if she was there or not. Miranda learned that for some people, she was simply a means to a paycheck. A way for her foster parents to make a bit of money, while she and the rest of the kids in her temporary home were largely made to do without for reasons that were far beyond their control. The homes where older children (and the occasional parent) would get physical were nowhere near as painful as knowing that she wasn’t much more than quick buck, expected to fend for herself in a system that seemed so anti-children in spite of its name. Violence she could handle. Being neglected though? That’s what hurt Miranda more than anything else.

In all, Miranda found herself shuffled between six homes during her time in the system. That isn’t to say all of them were less than caring. On the contrary, she is grateful that her final stint in a foster home left her with so many good memories rather than bad. The parents were nice enough – slightly in over their heads, but at least they made sure all her needs were meant. They even took her out on trips, out to eat or to Yankee Stadium, to the park or – for a very special treat – to see a Broadway show. It was at one such event that she met Shelby Corcoran, and Miranda will swear it was love at first sight. Even from her seat in the far corner of the theatre’s highest tier, she still captivated by every note that Shelby sung, And it was a chance encounter at a restaurant following the matinee performance that her and her foster parents had the honor of meeting Shelby. A small conversation was struck up, thanking her for the magnificent show she put on and eventually revealing Miranda to be a foster child and that, as they say, was history.

In just their short meeting, Shelby took an interest in Miranda – a young girl who, despite how quiet she was, had eyes that shown brighter than nothing else. Her and Miranda’s foster parents exchanged numbers (much to their absolute delight), and over the next few months Shelby and Miranda were given opportunities to talk and get to know one another. Miranda found herself spending her afternoons following school at Shelby’s home, meeting her other children and growing closer to the family with every passing day. Then, one bright Saturday morning in the middle of June, she was called downstairs to find Shelby, her foster parents, and her social worker sitting in the living room. Miranda’ first instinct was to ask what was wrong, immediately fearing the worst : that she was being sent to a different home, and Shelby’s presence was nothing but ill timing. She prepared herself for terrible news, but what came instead was a shock that left Miranda crying in the middle of the floor – Shelby had asked if she would like to become her daughter.

After nine years, two months, and eight days in the foster system, Miranda was adopted at age thirteen. She vividly remembers standing in the courtroom with Shelby at her side as her adoption was finalized, donned in the prettiest dress she’d ever owned and wearing a larger smile than any that had graced her face in years. Soon after, with very little necessary convincing to legally change her name, Mileva Lukič officially became Miranda Rosemary Corcoran, combining the name that had been her security blanket for so long with her mother’s (lord, how she will never tire of that word) middle name. She had a stable home, a family, love and care and everything she’d always only dreamed of. And it was just as wonderful as she’d imagined.

High school was easy enough, and Miranda found herself flourishing. Her years in the system had shown her so many people filled with self hatred and self doubt, and that was something Miranda decided she would refuse to accept. She was learning to love herself, and she would be damned if she didn’t do everything she could to show others they were just as worthy of loving themselves too. It was only after her adoption that Miranda gained a solid idea of what she wanted to do with her life. After witnessing first hand all the things that were wrong with the foster care system, Miranda made up her mind that she would play a role in fixing it, and has spoken out numerous times about her experiences and what needs to done for reformation.. Attending PSU seemed like a no brainer to her. Not only did it come with her mother’s recommendation, it also came with her siblings, a chance that Miranda would not soon pass up. Now as a sophomore, she is well on her way to receiving a BSW. The next step after that? Miranda’s not quite sure, but what she does know is that she is meant to do great things, to make this world a better place, and that is exactly what she plans to do.

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Miranda is a fan of light colors, and is seldom seen wearing anything dark. Her wardrobe consists mainly of skinny jeans and well fitted blouse with the occasional skirt or blazer switched out. She very much enjoys the ‘business casual’ look for anytime she is out in public. Despite her short stature, she is rarely seen in heels, preferring the comfort of flats. She keeps her blonde hair at a medium cut, and has no piercings other than two in each earlobe. She has one tattoo on the back of her neck — 8.04.09, the day she was officially adopted.

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SABLE ANDREWS-CORCORAN ➝ FIRST SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Sable Anne Andrews-Corcoran. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 24. (August 5th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: First. Adopted. ❖ GRADE: Senior. ❖ MAJOR: Mechanical Engineering and Computer Science double major, with a minor in Women and Gender Studies. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Hayley Williams.

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[death of parents tw ; abuse tw ; anxiety & panic attacks tw]

One August night, a newborn Sable would be left on the front steps of a church in a small town in Pennsylvania. The church was, at the time, under the care of Pastor Scott Andrews and his wife, Annabelle. Annabelle couldn’t have children of her won and immediately the pair worked on adopting Sable. The process was smooth and Sable was given a middle and last name, as her first name had been left with her and Annabelle like it.

Things were great, until around the time Sable turned ten. Annabelle got very sick and passed away, leaving a distraught girl in the hands of a man who would admit to have never wanted a child. He was abusive, and in a few ways, always had been though Annabelle had protected Sable from it, more than she knew. What had been seen as normal punishment, soon took the form of physical and emotional abuse. By the age of eleven, a very broken Sable would find herself in the foster system.

Unstable was the easiest word to describe Sable. The young girl was constantly in a state of needing to be around people but not being able to function unless alone. The anxiety of being near people and being alone equaling one another. It made her hard to handle and often resulted in foster families passing her over. Adoption didn’t seem likely on her horizon. Not only was she older than most were willing to adopt, she was troubled.

When Shelby Corcoran came along Sable was fourteen and, while she had started therapy to deal with her problems, had given up hope of being adopted. There was something about the woman with the beautiful voice and the kind eyes that reminded Sable so much of Annabelle, of the woman Sable still considered her mother. It hit a chord with Sable, though not entirely in the best of ways. She had a panic attack and Shelby handled it far better than anyone else ever had, as they were a common occurrence for Sable.

Sable wasn’t hopeful when Shelby left that day. While the woman had handled things well, Sable never got her hopes up, because “why would she want trouble like mine?” However, the news came through that Shelby wanted her and Sable didn’t know how to take it. The concept of being wanted was an odd one, and in the year that followed, Sable would find herself a home and a family.

Sable continued to have therapy and work on her anxiety issues through out the next few years. High school was a time of self discovery and self acceptance that led to her passion of engineering. Mechanical was her favorite form, though the computer science aspect in building robots also appealed to her. She was good with her hands and had a knack for fixing cars, but it extended into other things as well. If she was feeling anxious she would channel the energy into taking apart and rebuilding computers, toys, anything that was mechanical or electronic in nature.

When it came time for college, Shelby suggested PSU, since Sable still didn’t take well to the paparazzi. Being in the public eye wasn’t something she wanted, or needed, and it increased her anxiety ten fold most when alone. It took a few years for Sable to truly decide she really wanted to even go to college. However, once she was ready she applied, and was accepted, to PSU. Her freshman year went well, however, the idea of living alone after her freshman year was an interesting undertaking. With Artem, a Russian Blue certified as an emotional therapy animal, she made the most of it. Now, technically, a senior at PSU, her majors deem an extra year, she is as adjusted to life as she can expect to be. Confident in herself, though still not always the best at socializing (some things never change), Sable is often found working in a local garage or riding around on her motorcycle.

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Sable carries herself in a rocker-mechanic fashion. Combat boots or chucks, leather jackets, grease stained blue jeans or black skinny jeans, there is no in-between, with graphic tees. Her hair is usually long, suffering from a case of helmet hair, and rarely sees it’s natural shade of ginger. She is minimal when it comes to make-up, though has been known to wear dark lipstick when in the right mood. Her ears are pierced, but she rarely wears earrings, and she has a few tattoos.

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BRETT CORCORAN ➝ THIRD SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Brett Emerson Corcoran. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 18. (April 4th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Third. Adopted. ❖ GRADE: Freshman. ❖ MAJOR: Music and Film Production double major. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Nicola Peltz.

I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME

She was six years old and freezing cold. That was the first thing that Brett could remember, her first memory. The rain pelting down on her little body, fear racing through her as her desperation grew and her need for her mother, Madison, became unbearable. She would have been lost in that park all night were it not for the man who stumbled across her. She wouldn’t have been able to describe him even if she’d been able to see through her tears. But his voice was kind and his intentions pure. From that moment it was a flurry of movement, people, and sounds. None of which made much sense in her young mind. All that she’d wanted was to find her mother, to go back to that park and wait as she’d been told. How else would her mother be able to locate her? Despite her best efforts, no one would allow her to leave and she’d had no choice but to allow the authorities to do their job.

For days, Brett had cried out for her mother but no matter how hard she sobbed or loud she pleaded, they were no closer to finding Madison. Days turned into weeks which turned into months. They were no closer to finding her mother than they were at the start. No matter how far they searched or how many times Brett’s picture was flashed, there were no leads. Meanwhile, she was put into the care of child services and that, in itself, was a frightening ordeal. The last thing that she wanted was to be moved around, placed where her mother could not find her and she protested when the mention of placing her in foster care was brought into question. Still, she was nothing but a child and her best interests needed to be put before her own naive desires.

Everyone had heard the stories of foster children being shipped off from home to home. Of violence and neglect, the use of the children for the stipend alone. Brett was spared that hardship when she was placed in the care of Shelby Corcoran. Shelby was everything a mother should be. She was kind, gentle, and always there when the loss became too much and the tears began to fall. Brett hadn’t known when she’d begun to care for the woman that took her in but there was no doubt in her little mind that she wanted to be there more than anything. She wanted to be where she was safe and warm, where she felt… loved. And Shelby did love her. Even with the sleepless nights when Brett would be struck with night terrors, or the days when the little girl did nothing but cry and plead for her mother, there was unconditional love.

Over a year would pass before Brett was approached with an appealing prospect. Shelby wanted to adopt her and the idea of having a mother after so much time was thrilling. Though a part of her still longed for her biological mother, the love she had for this woman who had graciously taken her in was strong and her desire for a family, a real family was too much to deny. So, a few months before her eighth birthday, Brett officially became a Corcoran and it was one of the happiest moments of her life. She belonged somewhere, someone wanted to give her a home. Someone wanted her.

From the outside, the years that followed were good. Brett adapted well and, other than the nightmares that continued to plague her at night, it appeared as though all was well. For the most part, things were. She smiled, she played, and rarely had a complaint. (Of course, this would change when she hit a rebellious patch in her teens) But it took time for the effects of her mother’s abandonment took hold. She never spoke a word of it. She never told Shelby how the dreams grew more vivid and she awoke with an ache in her chest, the hole that her mother hand left, so strong that it left her breathless. Or the guilt she felt for being so willing to forsake the mother she hardly remembered for someone who was simply there. She laughed and cherished every good moment in her life, even as she felt an irrational need to close herself off to keep her heart protected. Soon it was too much. It was then, at 12, that Brett would pick up a camcorder left lying about.

Every insecurity, moment of doubt or pain was channeled into the goofy little films that she would make. This became her therapy, her solace from the internal storm that she bore alone. And it worked to keep her calm and grounded. When the day inevitably came that filming her siblings or the people in the street wasn’t quite enough, Shelby took notice. With a little prodding, Brett opened up slightly, downplaying the majority of her problems but her mother was far from convinced. Yet she never pushed for more. She simply sat with Brett and allowed the girl to take comfort in her. Quickly, this became a habit that Brett took to easily. Especially the moments in which she’d sit by the piano to watch her mother play. She was playing the piano within a few months.

Her passions became her own private little world and her love for both film and music only grew as the years flew by. When she graduated high school, Brett set her sights on a bright future where she could further develop her talents and turn them into a budding career.

BABY, THERE'S NO OTHER SUPERSTAR

While Brett has never shied away from the idea of dying her hair a variety of colors, and has dyed it a handful of times, she has shown a clear preference to her blonde locks. Her hair is long and frequently worn down in soft waves and her make up is minimal. Despite the beautiful and fashionable clothing that can be found in her closet at any given time, Brett would much rather be comfortable and casual in her worn jeans, simple top and old combat boots.

YOU KNOW THAT I'LL BE YOUR PAPARAZZI