Post by lou2 on Nov 18, 2011 22:18:52 GMT -5
selena ianthe alexiou
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: none;,true][cs=2][atrb=width,300] hey there. the name's selena alexiou! i go by lena too if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am twenty one & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm bisexual? & that I'm from oia, santorini, greece? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, unemployment is calling. see ya'! history To the undiscerning eye, California and Greece aren't that different. Sure, there's the language variation that plagues every country, the food and customs are different, there's more rocks in Greece, but they're both internationally renowned for the surfer aesthetic of physical perfection and lazy days spent tanning by the beach. Growing up, Lena embodied neither of these things. Allow us to further to explain the subtle nuances and inflections that create a person from mere words on a page. In the small, touristy town of Oia, Santorini, in a generously-deemed shack in the middle of the shantytown away from the prying foreign eyes, there lived a woman and her two children. The elder of the two was the man of the house, the boy who stepped up to support the family in the absence of his father, and in doing so forfeited a childhood that he, of all others, deserved. The younger was the baby girl of the family, the innocent, sweet lamb with her virginal white wool pulled firmly and securely over her eyes. The elder worked day and night to feed his mother and his sister, too proud to ask them to help, paying with money made at his second job as a tour guide to send his sister to an expensive private academy in the wealthier town of Fira, dreading the day she asked for help going to college but promising all the while she'd be able to attend. Little did he know that the sheltered existence he worked his fingers to the bone to provide for her was anything but. While away at this prestigious academy in Fira, little Lena developed a rebellious streak to rival that of Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears. Because her time at home was spent toiling away aimlessly at impossibly complicated homework and cleaning the house constantly to make sure her mother wouldn't grow angry and throw the two of them out in a fit of unwarranted rage, when she was exposed to the luxurious freedoms of the upper class, she slowly but surely began to realize what exactly she was missing out on. One of these so-called luxuries was, inevitably, a father. Though she loved her brother and respected him more than she could ever love another man because of what he'd been able to do, she still yearned for the father that she never knew and, as is so often the case, began to seek him out in the student body populace of wealthy, mostly American types sent to the academy to educate themselves in foreign affairs before they would assume their respective roles of breadwinners. Of course, Lena was intellectually mature at a young age, and this led to difficulty in finding a boyfriend who could match her. Though she was hardly popular during her time in the school, she managed to test the waters enough to realize that what she was looking for couldn't be found where she was looking, and in the scandal that rocked the entire island of Santorini, ended up finding it in a Physics professor with honey blonde hair and warm brown eyes. By this point, her brother had made a few lucky (or so he said, though the reality was that he extensively researched the American stock market system and had a very accurate assumption that the stocks he was purchasing now would skyrocket) investments and suddenly, their income went from almost nothing to bordering on excessive. Much like the transition of playing in the dirt outside their house all day to going to school with the best of the best, this rapid ascension unnerved Lena to the point where she doubted she could handle it; the small rebellious streak that had been kindled within her grew to encompass her entirely and before she could help herself, she was kicked out of the academy. Disgusted with his sister for her sexually avaricious behavior (the physics teacher had a brand new baby girl and a three year old daughter at home, with a beautiful wife), her brother sent her to Los Angeles on her own to live in a rather larger property he'd acquired lately. It was there, all of her ties cut, everything she had lost, that she regained her sense of self. Unfortunately, it wasn't the right sense of self that she regained; the innocent, white-wool bearing, virginal child that she had once been was lost to a repeat offender on the sinning front and as time went on, she only got more involved with drugs, lost deeper and deeper into the expansive wealthy social circles Los Angeles had to offer. Six months went by where her brother wouldn't answer the phone, then a year, a year and a half, two years. Eventually she gave up trying to call him, heard something about the Alexiou family from a small town called Sapphire Bay, and packed up her shit to go find her dad. She was eighteen when she showed up on his doorstep, burned out, exhausted, red-eyed, but he knew her immediately. They looked just alike. His wife was beautiful, with the same warm brown eyes her physics professor had had. She hadn't ever slept as well as she did when she finally closed her weary eyes on the couch. The next morning when she called her brother, she left him a message. “I found Dad. I'm doing really good, I think I'm gonna stay a while. I love you.” her father's wife made her pancakes and braided her hair and told her that she couldn't have kids. She was eighteen now but she was five again and she'd never cried so much in her whole life as she did in those beautiful five days. But, like they always did, things changed. Her brother called her back. He told her he bought a house in Sapphire Bay for her to live in. He'd opened a division of Alexiou Corporations, the company that he'd literally created from dirt and made extremely, overwhelmingly profitable, that involved selling and maintaining the units of an apartment complex he'd also bought. Her father, so enthusiastic about supposedly rekindling their relationship, an actor, heard word from Hollywood that his agent was going to drop him if it somehow came out that she was his daughter and he'd left her and his son with his ex-wife, dirt poor, in Santorini, and helped her move, and as he was picking up a duffle bag because that was all she had left, he told her he would never be able to acknowledge her in public. Never. What had started out as a promising recovery rapidly spiraled downwards yet again, and through the following years it became increasingly evident that her brother would have to send someone or move in with her in Sapphire Bay. And yet, as he's yet to get around to setting up the circumstances, she's alone in a mansion with only the comfort of a small orange kitten, a maid, and the profound rage suppressed by copious narcotics use that keeps her in a floating bubble of malcontent. personality Personality wise, Lena is a scintillating assortment of paradoxical stipulations and complicated, unbreakable habits. She's young, yet she's already managed to destroy a home, dig her fingers into the pile of drug addictions that plague her generation, receive an education in the art of manipulation and business, all on the agenda of a high school drop out. She's lazy and childish but goes through random sprinkles of dedication and hard work; she's profane and tasteless but has a peculiar manner about her that allows others to consider her as a lady. Though she's intelligent, she was never successful at school because it requires a certain degree of interest in order for her to actually make an effort and that interest was never sparked by the mundane subjects that surrounded her. If we live in the fourth plane, she lives in the fifth; she's constantly off in her own world where up can be down or up and left is never really left. Though she blames it on a deep-seated resentment of her father for abandoning her not once, but twice, she's something of a vixen and has a particularly enchanting personality when the mood strikes her. She can be alternately flirtatious and boyishly charming; she exists on the periphery between various definitive personality traits and confines simultaneously to both all and none. She's generally happy-go-lucky, not at all manipulative or conniving, but the innate happiness comes with the balance of her permanent grudge-holding. Once someone upsets her, it will take them moving mountains to prove they still love her for her to finally forgive them, despite her tendency to fuck everything up. Underneath the weightless exterior of her outgoing, relatively cheerful exterior, is a extreme dearth of self-importance that leaves her malleable and pliable, sad and melancholy. She's a penchant for relying on drugs of any and every kind to fix herself, though the 'fix' is rarely anything less than temporary. Extraordinarily complicated, one might not even consider her worth the effort. In her opinion, they would be correct. | [atrb=width,200] |
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