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ADELAIDE FABRAY ➝ FOURTH SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Adelaide Maria Fabray. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 21. (June 21st). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Fourth. Quad to Second, Third & Fifth Fabray. ❖ GRADE: Junior. ❖ MAJOR: Web Design. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Dianna Agron.

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(TW/CW: religion, slut shaming)

Adelaide Maria Fabray had always been one to follow in the shadows of her parents, that was just her way. Since birth, you would see Ada floating around, watching and analysing the ways of the generations of Fabrays before her and learning their morals in hope of becoming a future replica of them. She was fascinated by the almost royal like galas and events that her and her family were dragged to at least once a month and while she was told to be “seen and not heard” she was more than happy to, just as long as she was apart of the event nonetheless.

Never had you seen a child so favored, so loved by her parents, there were even rumors going round that Ada had been given special treatment by her father, you see - Ada was quite obviously a Daddy’s girl and could do no wrong in his eyes, she used this to her advantage, blaming all the other girls for her mistakes, hoping that Russell Fabray wouldn’t notice her higher attitude towards any of the children, for in his eyes, Ada was nothing but perfect and she aimed to maintain that standard for the rest of her life. Perhaps if Ada had known what Russell was really like she may would have been less inclined to please him and see him as an idol, but she wasn’t made aware to the situation, living in peaceful ignorance, being the apple of her Daddy’s eye.

As the Fabrays were brought up Christian, it was no surprise that Ada, from a young age, was used to the church life. Attending church every Sunday seemed almost natural to her. Although it was almost second nature to her, and sort of a habit that her parents had forced upon her by christening her, Ada felt like she belonged within the Church community, and one might dare to say that she enjoyed attending church. It was no secret that Ada had felt the presence of the Holy Trinity in her life, she had made that clear throughout her middle and high school. People had just assumed that she was just following in the footsteps of her parents, and there was a rumour going around school that Ada was going to stay in Portland her whole life and become a Pastor’s wife, and although that would be the ideal life for Ada, she knew that the Lord had other plans for her and that she needed an exciting, wild influence on her life in order to balance her pure attitude out.

It had been approaching the end of high school, and while others picked colleges based on whether they were Ivy League or not, Ada knew that she would receive high results wherever she had went, and so stayed in LA in hope of experiencing the wild college life before returning back home to continue her prim and perfect life. Ada had picked her major based on practicality, for she was only looking for a degree and easy going job before finding the one and settling down to and becoming the perfect housewife. So she went on to pick a Web Design major, knowing that the industry was booming in the 21st Century and based on figures, there was going to be more jobs than ever due to the fact more and more people were living their life through the net. While she had hoped of getting rid of her morals just for a little while, it was just not possible for young Ada, she was still a very strong believer in Jesus Christ and keeping herself pure for her wedding night, as well as many other things. It would be hard for someone to make Ada change her mind about the Lord, and she wasn’t willing to risk of her father’s keenness for her vanishing and so perfect was still the word Ada would use to describe herself, although she was far from it.

Although failing to branch out in college, Ada did manage to gain one thing she’d always hoped for. Meeting Andrew Winston at the church that she found herself in the heart of Los Angeles was a moment she’d never forget. She was halfway through her Freshman year when she saw him for the first time, kneeling on a pew praying; not the most romantic place to meet someone, Ada admitted but after getting to speaking the two realised they both shared similar morals and standpoints in life. There were sparks, and Ada could feel them. Was it love? Most likely not, but she was willing to compromise in order to be in the ideal relationship that her parents would be proud of. It was only a year into dating Andrew it was announced that the pair were engaged to be married.

Andrew, who had graduated from Columbia the May before they met, was an up and coming accountant and was offered a full time position at a highly respected accountancy firm in Boston. Although originally hesitant to move, going back home to Seattle had always been part of her plan, Ada knew this was her duty as a fiancee.. It didn’t take her long to get herself set up as a Web Designer for a company and she finally felt happy. In reality, Andrew had begun to stay hours long after he was required in the firm and Ada had started to feel alone but she was too content in that bubble of hers to even admit that something could be wrong. In her eyes, the couple were ready to start a family and life was only going to get better from then on. She had become a well-established member of her church that the couple had picked out together in Boston, and were beginning to get settled in. That was the most important thing, right? She was no longer a singular person but a unit - she couldn’t just think of herself.

She’d only managed to spend 2 months in Boston during the Summer before returning back home to Los Angeles, she felt safest at Pacific State and knew she would have to stay there in order to finish college; after all, an uneducated woman was useless, and no man would find her attractive without a brain. After discussing it with her fiance and her priest, they came to the conclusion they’d simply have to make long distance work until Ada finished her degree, and could return home to get married to her beloved at the ripe old age of 22.

Judging was Ada’s main flaw, she refused to acknowledge anyone else’s viewpoint that didn’t match up directly with hers. While Vatican II taught good Christians to accept and not try to convert those of different (or no) religions at all, Ada still had hope for those non-believers in the hope of converting them. Ignorant? Of course, but Ada didn’t see it that way. She just saw it as spreading the message of God, and doing the right thing. Because of her lack of education in the world outside of the Christian community, she seems to have been left behind in the modern day world, still naive and unaware of the problems that sexual harassment has caused, and dare I say it, Ada goes as far as judging those who have been sexually assaulted or harassed, blaming it on the way they dressed or what they were implying. Although, others had hoped college might open her eyes as to what is going on and who she should be judging in the crimes taken place. This didn’t happen.

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Ada has soft, well nourished golden blonde hair that flows to the top of her breasts. Her hair is always in soft waves, and never covering her face. Although never wishing to appear tacky, Ada sports a classic, elegant makeup look every day which includes natural eyeshadow and a soft pink lip, wanting to appear well put together but not too alluring for the other sex. Ada always dresses modestly, most typically in skater dresses that touch the top of her knee respectively and a pair of heels. Although having no tattoos and minimal piercings, Ada always wears her beloved Tiffany’s earrings, her engagement ring and her prized cross pendant on her neck proudly, feeling safe with Jesus constantly with her.

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MILO FABRAY ➝ FIRST SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Milo Knox Fabray. ❖ PRONOUNS: He/Him. ❖ AGE: 25. (April 7th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: First. Adopted. ❖ GRADE: Senior. ❖ MAJOR: Bioengineering and Medicine, with a minor in Epidemiology. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Jack Falahee.

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He was born to a Mother too young. Born to an absent Father. He wasn’t unwanted, in fact, he was loved enough that his Mother wanted to give him a life she couldn’t provide at her age, and that was how Milo Knox Francis was destined for adoption only 3 months after his conception. Angelina was just a high school drop-out working late nights in a bowling alley, and wanted her son to have a life that she wouldn’t be able to give him.

Milo Knox was the first child to the Fabray family. Though not their child biologically, he was their first nonetheless, and was raised to believe that Judy was the one to give birth to him. He had no idea of the existence of Angelina Francis, and that was how Russell and Judy wanted it to stay. In attempt to ensure that he felt as though he were their family, their real family, they smothered him with love, affection and gifts. He had the best clothes, latest gadgets, the best toys. He was treated to days out, expensive trips, and given all the attention in the world.

Of course, for a child, this was the best thing ever. Getting everything he wanted, when he wanted, was taken for granted, but it was less fun and games as he grew. As he went from a kid to a teenager, the smothering was more bothersome than anything else, and he started to resent the constant pressure that he felt was placed on his shoulders by his family. He had sisters, too, but that didn’t change anything. Judy and Russell still pushed him too much, and it began to push him away, as opposed to making him feel included. Slowly, he pushed himself out of the picture.

At the age of 14, he made a friend. A friend who was older, 16 and a junior, unlike his freshman self. His name was Joseph Carson, and Joey was his best friend, despite the two years between them. Milo spent more time at the Carson household with Mary and Louis, Joseph, and his two twin sisters, Bethany and Brittany. Having dinner there, having family time, and spending the night, Milo was more of a Carson that he was a Fabray. And it was perfect, because being an honorary Carson meant time out of the public eye, which was greatly appreciated.

When he turned 16, Joseph was going to college at UCLA. Milo visited frequently, even spending multiple nights a week in Joseph’s dorm. Though neither of them drank, or took part in recreational drug use like the others, they still went to the college parties and mingled, made friends, enjoyed company and music. That was their scene, and Milo preferred it to anything else.

They had been running late to a party one night— Joseph was nearing the end of his sophomore year, and Milo had just turned 17. Needing to hang a late assignment to one of his professors, the boys had headed to the main building, to the office of Professor Jenkins to hang it in, before heading to the dorms for a rager. Instead of the normal, professional, intellect that was Jenkins, they found a man with white knuckles and whiskey on his breath. He was angry, living in his office while going through a messy divorce, and it was clear the moment they walked in, that he was angry, and aggressive.

An argument ensued— or less of an argument, more Joseph trying to calm Jenkins down, while Milo fidgeted nervously by the door, his eyes darting back and forth between the men, and then to the door to the side of the room that they’d came in through. Jenkins, drunk and paranoid, made a move for Milo, but was stopped by the paperweight colliding with his skull gripped in Joseph’s hand. Jenkins hit the floor, a pool of blood slowly starting to surround his head, the red reflection in Jenkins’ open eyes fading as did the light in them.

They took the paperweight, and took off, hiding the object in Joseph’s dorm before slipping off to the party. Everyone was already too far gone to notice the boys joining late, and though they were terrified that they would be caught, they got away with it.

After that, they stopped hanging out on campus, instead choosing locations in Los Angeles to chill instead. Skate parks, public parks, cafes and the beach, anywhere other than the campus. The image of Jenkins laying there, however, was burned into Milo’s mind, appearing every time his eyes closed, torturing him with the reminder of what he’d witnessed, of what they’d done. He didn’t sleep. He barely ate. He didn’t partake in any of the activities that he had before, and he didn’t tell a soul.

The sleepless nights pushed him to do things he’d never expected of himself. When the exhaustion made him start passing out in classes, and in both the Carson household and his own, before awakening shaking and scared, he gave in to a suggestion from one of the burnouts at school, and that was how his dependency on amphetamines began. It wasn’t anything bad, at first. But soon, the high that got him through the day, and the comedown that helped him crash at night, was something he learned to depend on.

The attic of his home had become one of his favourite places to hang out in. He’d sneak up there, sit in the dark with minimal light filtering in from the small window overlooking the front garden and a few rows of houses where they lived. The attic was filled with random junk, but he sifted through it most days regardless, curious of what he might find. He never dreamed that he would find adoption papers, which stated that Judy and Russell, in fact, weren’t his real parents.

It wasn’t long until his 18th birthday when he found them, and his graduation was fast approaching too, meaning he’d seen get the inheritance he’d been told he was entitled to when he graduated from high school. A couple of weeks later, he told Judy and Russell that he intended on taking a two year break before he would attend Pacific State at their wish, and he would be gone for those two years, travelling across the globe to “find himself”. Really, it was an escape, and an attempt to clean himself of what he’d been taking to get him through the last year.

It was a blissful two years, when he got over the withdrawls. With minimal contact with the Fabray’s, he spent his time travelling from city to city, country to country, meeting new people, trying new food, experiencing new cultures. He threw powder paint in the streets of India, drank beer during Oktoberfest, and walked barefoot on fields in New Zealand. He learned languages, worked with locals to make extra money, and had the time of his life.

But that couldn’t last forever, and when the two years were up, he returned to Los Angeles, and began his freshman year at the age of 20. He didn’t know what he wanted to do, but being intelligent, he decided to pursue something that required just that, something he could be successful in. He decided to double major in medicine and bioengineering, with a minor in epidemiology. It would keep him busy, and give him good prospects for when he would eventually leave school and begin his career.

But with a heavy workload, he found that the old habits were exactly what he needed to help him cope at school, and so he slipped back into it again. It’s just another secret, but he was used to keeping those by now.

Now, graduation approaches, and he plans on getting his Masters in Biomedical Engineering come the next year. He still struggles with the same addiction to help him get through every day. He still hasn’t told Judy and Russell that he found the papers 7 years ago, nor has he told his siblings, and he hasn’t told them he’s looking for his real family either. Problem is, he doesn’t have a clue where to look, with no idea that they’re right under his nose.

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Milo has dark hair, that is usually slicked back, though he occasionally lets the loose waves fall over his forehead instead. Typically, he looks quite formal, he likes to wear suits and look professional, but he also likes to try a more casual look, normally just fitted jeans and button-up shirts. He doesn’t have any piercings, and his only tattoo is the words “Adventure is out there” on the side of his left foot.

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CHARLOTTE FABRAY ➝ FIFTH SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Charlotte Imogene Fabray. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 21. (June 21st). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Fifth. Quad to Second, Third & Fourth Fabray. ❖ GRADE: Sophomore. ❖ MAJOR: Elementary Education. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Dianna Agron.

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Once the baby, always the baby. Lottie Fabray could be described as actually five years old. She’s outgoing, and playful, yet naive and a dreamer. She was always the smallest out of her siblings, they took up a little more room in Mrs. Fabray’s womb than she did. But she loved them incredibly nonetheless. As a child, although sometimes she would fight with her siblings, she saw older siblings as her protectors. Lottie followed them like a puppy dog. She found herself attached to them, feeling the strongest connection to her eldest siblings. It was hard not having her parents around, and feeling as needy towards her family as she was.

As she got older she found herself getting into rough situations, something that her sister Darcy was the one she went to for comfort. Her naive nature found her getting used and played, bullied by girls in school, guys pretending to like her to play tricks on her. Junior high was roughest for this. So, she spent her time babysitting, and adventuring. In high school she found herself getting played even more. She was a bit of an oddball, and yet the popular girls wanted to spend time with her? Only to get closer to her famous family, be in paparazzi pictures, and try and get their own shots at fame.

She has fallen in love, but isn’t sure it was real love based on events that occurred afterwards. Regardless, but it’s what she wants. Lottie has had a dream of the perfect family - a doting husband, loving children, a home with a picket fence, the whole thing. She’s found this challenged by her slight attraction to women, but she realizes she still has plenty of time to get her life figured out - even if it is in the public eye.

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Charlotte has long blonde hair, something that stands apart from her sisters who keep their hair short. Her style is a range, it depends on her mood for the day, but she adores colorful lipstick! Bright colors are her go to to match how bubbly and childlike she is, and occasionally she likes to match with her sisters.

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ELEANOUR FABRAY ➝ THIRD SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Eleanour Darcy Fabray. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 21. (June 21st). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Third. Quad to Second, Fourth & Fifth Fabray. ❖ GRADE: Senior. ❖ MAJOR: Biochemistry and Microbiology. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Closeted Homosexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Closeted Homoromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Dianna Agron.

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TW: IMPLIED ABUSE

Even as an infant, Darcy was vastly different from her sisters. She was the loudest crier, the fussiest child that needed to be hold a certain way, the one that would only settle when she was put down in a crib on her own. She was often the reason some nannies couldn’t last long in their duties of taking care of them. More so when she began to grow and became mobile, her shrieks and cries would echo around the house that it was almost painful to hear, only because she wouldn’t settle. This didn’t change when Judy came around to secure roles for them in her films. She never took well to the fame her parents have and she was often the first to go missing when it would involve being in the spotlight. It took a lot of crying, tantrums, and plenty of ‘discipline’ from her parents to get her to recite her lines or act on camera. Her favourite word had always been ‘no’, especially when she had to endure flashing lights and crowds.

Growing up into such a prestigious family, Darcy fell short in the family standard of perfect. She was a difficult companion, having a plethora of peculiarities, ranging from ‘no contact’ to ‘being too literal’. She liked her own company and her short tolerance from being around people painted her as an anti-social. Nothing neither Russell nor Judy could be proud of about her. Their frustration in their inability to understand her resorted heavily in getting her disciplined the only way they know how, with a heavy hand. They weren’t shy about how they felt about her and how she ‘should be more like her siblings’, either. This resulted in planting a seed of resentment in Darcy’s young mind towards her parents and a rift between herself and her sisters. She was never good enough in their eyes, and having seen herself inferior to her siblings caused her to be perpetually uncomfortable in her skin.

Curling upon herself, Darcy spent her childhood years filled with a sense of isolation and loneliness. Despite having her sisters around, she remained mostly in her room, whether she either be found reading her books or breaking things. It was why her parents were mostly infuriated with her. She wanted to understand how things work. With an insatiable curiosity for the world, she would often resort to breaking things so she could see how it worked inside which is what she did to the curtains in her room at the age of 3. She was playing with a lighter she found in the coffee table by the living, the same lighter she noticed Russell used to light a stick. Wanting to figure out how something could create a fire, she swiped it and headed up to her room. She had plenty of attempts until she figured out how to use it…then accidentally burnt her finger on the trigger button. Shaking her hand off from the heat and checking it through her tears, her attention was lost to where the lighter landed. By the time she noticed it, there was smoke and her curtains already lit up, triggering the fire alarms to ring around the entire house. It was a chaos of sounds and yelling and people and Darcy snuck under her bed to get away from the overwhelming flood of sensory information. When the firefighters came around to put out the fire and everyone settled down from the panic, she heard her name being beckoned in a looming soft voice of her mother. That day, she received a spanking afterwards that had her carrying an ice pack for her butt for a couple of days.

At lost of what to do with Darcy and her oddities, Russell and Judy brought their daughter to a professional child psychologist. They believed her tendencies could be fixed and they could have an easier time dealing with her but Darcy, at the first few sessions, never talked nor looked at the therapist. It took a while before the girl took to her therapist and what followed those sessions were behaviour modification drugs and anti-anxiety. Later down the years, an antidepressant medication was added but Darcy, more or less, remained the same way. The only change was that she was manageable. Her tantrums lessened and so did her communication skills. She had figured that if she had kept her mouth shut and let them be, she won’t be in trouble as much and it gave her some peace. Her effective coping mechanism may have made her less of a target for trouble but it brought a greater distance between herself and her family because they’ve gone through so much trouble in trying to ‘fix’ her, implying that there was something broken inside of her that needed repairs; something not quite right fitting into her family standards. What Russell and Judy didn’t know was that Darcy was at lost as they are because she couldn’t, for the life of her, understand why she had to be this way and not normal like her sisters. There had been times where she felt this bubble of anger towards herself for being herself because that was where the problem lies and that anger hurt more than she would admit.

The greatest (and quite possibly the only) distraction Darcy had to her personal complicated issues was schooling. She liked going to school, despite having a hard time connecting with people her age. Learning meant figuring out how things worked and it gave her so much joy to be at school, especially being in science class. That was where Darcy’s love for science started. From the simplicity of growing plants to complexity of how a cell worked, she was in awe of it all. It made her feel welcomed, in the way where her excessive thirst for knowledge could finally be fulfilled and for once, she wasn’t lost at all. Unlike in her reality where she was lost in human contact and communication. Somehow, things were so much easier to grasp than people and it had always been like that ever since. Apart from her love for science, the school provided another avenue in which Darcy showed interest and it was photography and it started when she saw an ad from her high school bulletin board. They needed a photographer for their newspaper club and by then, Darcy knew better than to remain around the family household than needed so she took the opportunity to make sure she wasn’t always around. She enjoyed being behind the camera, taking photos of scenery and of people then taking notice of how they smiled or acted so differently with a lens in front of them. It was largely due to the anonymity it provided rather than being the one in front of it. Things went even better when she met a small group of people who seemed to take a liking on her. Cautiously curious, she allowed herself to hang out with them at times and she realised perhaps her life wasn’t that bad when she had friends.

It was due to her friends why Darcy was even able to figure out a way for combating her anxiety towards people, through drinking. At first, she was reluctant to try it, having a slight distaste for it because of Russell’s drinking but she was always a pushover so it didn’t take her much to get convinced. Soon, she, too, partook in recreational drinking and ‘youthful shenanigans’ such as skinny dipping at a lake. It felt nice to just be. Her friends had also been the reason as to how she managed to get acquainted early to sex. It was during one of the parties her friends brought her to and drinking made socialising with people easier. However, between her medications and alcohol, her lapse in judgement brought her to fall into bed with a stranger and lose her virginity to him in her drunken state. Even though, it was consensual, she wasn’t prepared for such a thing to have happened that afterwards, she called a taxi to drive her home where she soaked in her bath and cried. She was torn at what to feel because she allowed it to happen but she couldn’t believe it had happened, that…someone had touched her like that, something she had been highly particular about.

Knowing there was nothing to be done about it, Darcy accepted what happened and moved on. She would simply smile at her friends when they would joke that she ‘got some’ during that particular night. There were other things that needed her attention and she knew she would rather forget about it. When her friends brought her to another party, she made sure she didn’t drink as much as to not allow another repeat of what had happened to her before. What actually ended up happening was having a girl on her lap. She wasn’t sure how she came to be there or if she somehow beckoned her but she was there, causing her slightly to get anxious. She wasn’t used to this, more so, when people began to chant for them to kiss. She had wanted to leave, then, but as she looked into those eyes and felt those hands on her cheeks, she was rooted to the spot on the couch. Without warning, she felt those lips press against her, and tasted the fruity-flavoured Chapstick from the girl’s lips, and with that single moment, she knew she wanted more. That somehow, this felt more natural to her. She almost didn’t want to stop, not even after everyone cheered at seeing two girls kiss. She was thankful too that nothing further than kissing happened, making it more memorable to her than her first time having sex. It was then that she realised that perhaps there was a reason why she didn’t like her first time and it may or may not involve the gender of the person she was with.

Being enrolled in Pacific hadn’t been one of Darcy’s priority because she had her eyes set on leaving California for her higher education; she wanted to make her own way in this world. Yet, before she could’ve tried her luck to other universities outside California, Russell spoke to her about which university to go and he offered Pacific. It only took two days before she settled on the decision to go to university. After all, he didn’t want her getting left behind by other prominent names in the industry, especially when most of their children, people Darcy knew from having families being in the spotlight, was studying and enrolled in the university. It’d hurt his pride.

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Darcy had short-length hair that barely touched her shoulders but she is letting it grow out. She has no tattoos or piercings to other than the ones on her ears. She wears glasses for seeing because she has myopia (short-sightedness), much preferring them to her contacts but she wears contacts upon the need arises. Normally, she can be seen wearing designer brands and elegance styles, an influence by her upbringing, where she looks decent, presentable yet fashionable either in a dress or wearing pants for the day. Her style can be deemed as smart casual, ensuring she always looked her best for any occasion.

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QUINN FABRAY ➝ SECOND SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Quinn Elise Fabray. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 21. (June 21st). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Second. Quad to Third, Fourth & Fifth Fabray. ❖ GRADE: Sophomore. ❖ MAJOR: Acting/Theater. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Dianna Agron.

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Quinn was the stereotypical Queen of the Fabray children. She thrived on all of the attention in Hollywood that she’d get along with her family. Although she was popular all throughout school solely for her beautiful looks and families connections, she didn’t mind it. As long as she would get something out of the friendship or connection then you were immediately on her good side. As soon as you were of no more use to her then she’d drop them like last seasons outfits.

As much as Quinn seemed heartless to those that didn’t really know her, she was extremely close and protective of her siblings. She’d had killed for any of them, even including the drama her parents started with Marilyn when they sent her away to get help. She did her best to visit her sister whenever she could. Her siblings mean a lot to her and still do to this day. She’s grateful for her parents connections and their fame but she’s not on good terms with them in the slightest.

The problem with Quinn is she always knows she can have any guy in the world. However she always seems to fall for the bad ones, the ones that just want to sleep with her and then leave, the kind her parents would spend hours screaming at her for in their countless fights that she’s hurting their name for dating bad boys. Her only serious relationship ended just a month ago; it left Quinn heartbroken for the first time that she could remember. But it’s also left her pregnant. Something she hasn’t even attempted to tell her parents about because she doesn’t want to get into another fight. She’s exhausted. She’s over the drama and has come to PSU with her sisters to escape the crazy life she grew up in.

Quinn has known her whole life that she wanted to be an actress. From a young age being in her parents projects, it’s something that’s always been inside of her. So she’s taking drama classes at PSU and living in an apartment right off campus. Her sisters are the only ones in her family that she feels needs to know about the baby. She hopes that they won’t disown her like their parents would if they found out.

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Quinn is almost always seen in a dress or a skirt. She usually has her hair down and long; blonde. Her ponytail is one of her signature looks when she feels like doing it. She loves wearing ballet flats, heels on special occasions. Cardigans are another big part of her wardrobe. And most of her colors are light pinks and reds. A lot of soft pretty colors. She’s very much the girly girl.

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