Post by Serafina Finn on Aug 8, 2007 22:57:56 GMT -5
&& you
Name or Display Name: Viola
Age: 17
Contact Info: PM/email viola_wishes@yahoo.com
Time Zone: Eastern
&& character facts[/size]
full name: Serafina Terpsichore Finn (yep, Aria went there)
age: 18
ethnicity: Caucasian: Russian, British, Australian, and French
gender: Female
orientation: Straight
birthplace: New York City
camper or counselor: Camper
&& personality[/size]
likes:
-the opera
-shopping
-high heels
-weddings
-sleeping in
-running
-tennis
-horse back riding
-magazines
-sunscreen
-dresses
-her dad’s side of the family
-vegetables
-boys
-planes
-money
-diamonds
-yoga
-vodka (it runs in the family)
dislikes:
-her mother
-flowers
-pigs
-talking on the phone
-computers
-romantic comedies
-flip flops
-hot dogs
-politics
-Chinese food
-surprises
-pleather
-platform shoes
-caves
-open Water
-rap music
-swimming pools
-driving
fears:
-ending up like her mother (and not the crazy part, the fact that Aria never exactly got over Trent and has to deal with him and his wife, her ex-friend, quite frequently, and all of it is Aria’s fault)
-small children
-drowning
-clowns
-skin cancer
-debt
goals:
-move out of the country and disappear for a while
-get a proper boyfriend
-be able to take care of herself
secrets:
-She's a virgin (die! gasp! say it aint so! How? Why? Cities crumble and fall, the earth splits in two etc. For a quick flashback, at Serafina's age Aria already had a 3 month old baby...charming)
-Her parents odd relationship (she usually just says it didn't work out, and doesn't mention the fact that her mother had a special nanny to watch her while she was finishing up her senior year)
-And more...but you'll just have to wait.
personality: {at least three paragraphs}
Quirky.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and as much as it bothers Serafina, she has quite a few of her mother’s more sane personality traits. Serafina is a little different than the normal man-on-the-street, living life to the beat of her own drummer, seeing life through her very own rose colored glasses [La Vie en Rose]. She comes up with a lot of odd ideas (hitch hiking cross country, dying her hair purple, randomly flying to Paris for no reason, living in a tree for a week, etc) and acts on all of them, no matter the consequence, she just does it. Impulse is everything.
Picky.
Serafina is very picky. She’s particular about everything and anything, if there is a choice involved it matters. She is by no means easy to please. One day, she will be the epitome of a bridezilla. Everything has to be just so, she could spend hours making sure her hair was perfect and that she had one just the right dress. Food is on a totally different level, Serafina is a ridiculously picky eater, and she can never eat out simply because she hates the food touching on the plate or weird sauces with ingredients she can’t pronounce. So she brings carrot sticks along with her whenever she does go out.
Obsessive.
‘Did you lock the door? Are you positive? Let me go check. Just one more time, I need to make sure.’ 7, that’s how many times Serafina has to check the door of her mom’s apartment before she’ll leave, how many times she has to wash her hands before bed, the number of times she brushes her teeth in a day, and the list goes on. It’s just always been that way, it never really bothers anyone, or at least, no one has ever said anything about it. Serafina tries to be as subtle about it as possible, casually walking back towards the door when she thinks no one is looking or coming up with some half-assed excuse for her brushing her teeth…again.
Stubborn.
Serafina likes things to go her way, and her way only. Don’t try and cross her once she has made up her mind, it is already made up, there’s no use bothering to change it. She gets set in a specific routine and is very inflexible about it. Once she gets used to something, it takes a lot of effort on several people’s parts to get her to change her mind. Serafina also gets ideas about people, places, things, and sees them (no matter what they actually are) the way she thinks they are. For example her mother, who is crazy of course, but Serafina, has painted this slightly psychotic vision of her mother, which is a little too big of an overstatement.
Liar, Liar.
It is just a bad habit. And everyone tells a white lie here and there, so to Serafina, fudging a few things every once in a while isn’t worth any of her attention, and besides, anyone who has the time to point out Serafina’s every little lie and fib has way too much time on their hands and needs to find a new hobby that doesn’t involve Serafina. So she may have told a few lies that mattered, but most of them were to her mom or the school principal and it was beneficial to her at least, and while vanity may be one of the seven deadly sins, but lying is not.
Emotional.
Finally there is the emotional side to Serafina; where both the bitch and the sweetheart enter the mix. She gets way too involved in things, and therefore gets a super emotional. She cries during television commercials, laughs really loudly at inappropriate moments, and occasionally finds herself so ridiculously happy that she can barely stand it. If you want Serafina to do what you want, ask her during a 'sad' commercial, she'll comply. And then she’ll get attached to something useless, an old dress that doesn’t fit, a pillow case, and have a pretty traumatic experience while trying to getting rid of it.
&& looks[/size]
hair: Serafina's hair is the bane of her mother's existance. All Aria wanted was a little brunette baby who looked just like her, a mini Aria. But instead, she got the female version of Trent. And it is for that reason that Serafina loves it so much. It is pale blonde, medium-long and slightly wavy by nature, but sometimes it dries strighter or curly depending on it's mood. Serafina never puts too much effort into it, usually she just combs it out after the shower and hopes for the best. It is a good thing it doesn't really friz or stick straight up. She conditions a little too obsessivly as her hair is slightly coarser than she would like. But all in all it is really quite pretty. She's only dyed it 3 times. Once, when she was 3 (which was her mother and not her), she dyed it purple for a week when she was 14, red when she was 16, and then at 17 she went back to her natural color.
eyes: Serafina isn't too fond of her eyes. It isn't that they are ugly, they are really quite pretty, but they don't seem to stay one color. And what's more, her left eye is always much bluer than her right eye, which stays gray no matter what she wears. They both just change the shade of either blue or grey. She has long eyelashes, but they are so fair that you can barely see them. But Serafina hates mascara and black mascara makes her look stupid so she usually just does nothing about her pale lashes. her eyes fit her face and coloring though, fair and pale.
body-type: Serafina has never been chubby. Even as a baby the doctor was always putting her on some weight-gain formula. Despite the fact that the only excercise she ever does is a 3xWeekly yoga class, she has always been a little underweight. She has a boy ish frame, no real curves to speak of. But with the help of a push-up bra and something that shows off her tiny waist, Serafina can look a little more grown up. She doesn't really wish she was more curvy, and can't picture herself with big boobs or hips, she is just the same tube shape as always, and is just fine with that.
Other:Serafina's true pride and joy, however, is her skin. It is alabaster smooth, ivory skin with no blemishes in sight (thanks to the dermotologist, and several thousand dollars worth of skin care products). She obsesses over it, always slathering herself with sunscreen and often wearing wide-brimmed hats an big sunglasses when she expects to be out in the sun for more than an hour. She doesn't care that tan-is-in or that she it white as a sheet when most people are sporting sun-kissed glows, she loves being ivory-skinned and snubbs bronzer like there's no tomorrow. There is a little heart-ish shaped birthmark right underneath her ribs on the left side. She has her ears pierced only once but usually forgets to put any earings in so her holes are usually on the verge of closing up. She also has a scar on her stomach that is roughly 2 inches long, from a fishing hook on an unfortunate fishing trip with Aria when she was 7. (Get a good mental image, Aria fishing.)
dress-style: Feminine. Everything Serafina wears has to have some girly twist. She has a wardrobe full of dresses and skirts, every single one in a perfectly matched ensemble, all photographed and organized in an album, numbered and with the date of the last use printed neatly next to it. She has over 200 pairs of shoes, some of which she stole from her mother, some from her step-mother, and a few from friends. It isn’t like anyone notices. She only has 5 pairs of pants, including jeans and barely ever wears them. That is her one problem with camp; people always give her crap about wearing pretty clothes and some sort of heel on a daily basis. Serafina does wear shorts, occasionally, and even brings a pair of tennis shoes with her. She just can’t bear to wear them. It’s a mental thing.
height: 5’7
weight: 116
PB: Jessica Stam
picture:
&& family and history
parents:Aria Finn and Trent Peters (Camilla Peters, stepmother) (The love triangle to end all love triangles)
siblings: Olivia Peters (half sister)
history:
The first 45 minutes of Serafina’s life were the best. The last time her parents ever fully got along. Aria had a few too many drugs in her system to complain or be her usual self. But once the morphine and the shiny-new-baby high started to wear off, it all started to go right back down hill. Serafina still hasn’t exactly forgiven her father for letting her mother give her the middle name ‘Terpsichore’, and also letting her spend a half of her childhood in her mother’s care.
While she certainly didn’t seem it, Aria was a pretty capable mother, thanks to the help of her father and a well armed team of nannies; she never put Serafina in any real danger. Her only hang up was the fact that she refused to accept the fact that Serafina was Trent Peter’s daughter. There were the few minor incidents in the first years of Serafina’s life, dying her white-blonde daughter’s hair brown at 3, flipping out in Saks when Serafina said ‘dada’ before ‘mama’ and then playing recordings of the word ‘mama’ during Serafina’s naps for the next 6 weeks. For her first 5 years, Serafina spent a week with Aria, then a week with Trent, but the schedule changed often depending on her mother’s crazy plans and the occasional times when her dad couldn’t take her in (at 2 AM on Christmas Eve when Aria realized she had to leave the next morning for Prague…for no apparent reason).
Serafina got used to the lifestyle; she got used to her mother’s eccentric behavior and looked foreword to the time she spent with her dad, even though the root of all her problems was there. Despite the fact that Serafina isn’t fond of her mom at all, she can’t help but hold a grudge against her step-mother. Maybe if Camilla hadn’t entered the picture, she could have had a normal family, a normal life. She would never tell anyone though, it would upset her dad and make her mother proud, neither of which are prime options. And then there is the half-sister, she’s gotten over that. But she can’t help but envy Olivia. Olivia has everything Serafina wanted as a child, a normal, loving family. Mother and father, in love, together forever; needless to say, she was quite pleased when she discovered Olivia’s other half-sibling, and accidentally brings it up quite often.
Aria never let Serafina get too far away from home. There were no ritzy Swiss boarding schools (something Trent agreed to as well) and no long summer vacations with the nanny. Her dad didn’t want Aria running away with Serafina and Aria didn’t want Serafina to not need her. So Serafina grew up in Manhattan, living the socialite’s life from day 1. She attended all the right schools, did all the right activities, and wore all the right clothes; just like her mother (before the insanity struck) and her mother’s friends. She was pampered and well loved; she just grew up in an odd family arrangement.
Serafina started going to Camp Lohikan when she was 14. It was Trent’s idea and it took a lot of convincing on his part. Aria had planned for Serafina to spend the next 4 summers of her life at an all girls Christian camp in Arizona. Not that Aria or Serafina were particularly religious, but all girls Christian camp = no sex, no boys, and no naughty activities, and also meant that she could allow Serafina to go to camp without having to send someone to pose as a counselor and look after her. Aria finally relented, but still tried to bribe one of the workers to keep tabs on her daughter, Trent nipped that one in the bud. Serafina loved camp, more for the lack of her mother than anything else but she looks forward to it every year, but she is still a little worried that her mother has a spy. Knowing Aria, the trees are probably wired.
&& other
password: -removed-
RP sample: (May be from another site and must be at least four 5-8 sentence paragraphs)
How Serafina Got Her Scar
“Sweetie,” Aria called, walking back through the doorway, a cloud of smoke hanging near the door, she gently placed her glass on a table. “Where are you?” Aria sighed, glancing around the room, taking a few more steps. “If Mommy can’t find you then she will have to tell Daddy that you got lost and then Mommy would be very sad.” She picked up her glass again and took an Aria sized sip (which is not in fact a sip) before returning to her Serafina-hunt. “You know Mommy hates to talk to Daddy.”
Serafina looked up from her work, and made a mewing type noise from her hiding place behind the couch. It was her first mother-daughter only trip, and seven year old Serafina wasn’t too sure how she felt about it. Of course, when her mother mentioned it, she had spent hours gushing about her fishing trip to her dad, and bragging about it to her sister, even asking her step mother what one packs to go on a fishing trip. But now, hiding behind an old sofa in a room that smelt of fish and liquor (both of which were there when they arrived only 2 hours beforehand), she wasn’t sure if this is where she wanted to be.
Aria smiled and took a few cautious steps towards Serafina’s hiding spot, making sure that her heels clicked loud enough. She was 24, and her life was most defiantly over. “Fina……where are you?” She moved slowly, and then leaned her head over the side of the couch, her hair spilling over the edge and onto Serafina. Aria frowned, deciding that her daughter would look much better as a brunette; making a mental note to dye her hair again. The last time, Trent had intercepted, but they had shared custody, shared hair choices. Half of the time Serafina could be a brunette the other half blonde. “Sweetie,” She looked closer at Serafina and had to hold back a scream, “Sweetie, what are you doing?”
“I’m piercing my bellybutton.” Serafina noted matter-o-factly, pointing to the large and menacing looking fishing hook that was now sticking out of her lower stomach, a few inches away from her bellybutton. Serafina wasn’t fazed at all; the fact that there was a trickle of blood running down her stomach and the large hook sticking out of her didn’t seem to bother her at all.
“Baby, that’s not your bellybutton.” Aria said, crouching down, “and remember I said that if you got your bellybutton pierced we’d get a professional to do it…and look!” She said, pointing to Serafina’s white skirt. “You’ve got blood all over your brand new skirt, how is Mommy going to get that out?”
Serafina’s eyes widened as she looked down in horror, she had only worn that skirt once, and everyone who had seen it said it make her look all grown up. “MOMMY!” She screeched, grabbing at the hook, and trying to yank it out, “Get it out! Mommy, get it out!” Aria closed her eyes and picked the now hysterical Serafina up, struggling a little to keep her from lashing out and falling over, “Mommy, I’m going to die!” Serafina raised her hand dramatically to her forehead, “Even Nanny won’t be able to get the stain out! If I die, I want to wear this!!” She was sobbing and flinging her arms about widely, “Mommmy, I love this skirt! And now it’s all ruined!”
“Sweet, you aren’t going to die. And if you did, Mommy would get you a brand new pretty skirt to burry you in.” Serafina seemed to stop struggling a little, but the hook was still stuck in her stomach, Aria grimaced at the idea of having to drive her to the hospital, how exactly does one explain that? ‘Oh yes doctor, my daughter got a fishing hook embedded in her stomach when she tried to pierce her bellybutton.’ That would make her sound like a total wack job.
“Really?” Serafina asked her lip quivering as she gave her mother the best puppy dog face possible.
“Yes lovey, but now Mommy has to take you to the doctor and they will take the hook out and then we can go shopping.” Aria replied, grabbing her ever-full glass on the way out the door as she fast walked to the car, a sobbing 7 year old clinging to her neck, her 4 inch heels clattering on the stone pathway, she downed the rest of it in one gulp.
“What about the fish?” Serafina asked, suddenly aware of their reasons for being there.
“Mommy will buy some in New York; we can get a pretty one for your room.” Serafina started to cry again as Aria strapped her in. Aria grimaced, and kissed her daughter’s forehead. “And a brand new skirt.” Serafina smiled.
Aria got into the car and turned it on, slamming on the gas. “What the hell am I going to tell that man?”
“What man?”
“The one who lives with that woman of his….your father, Serafina. Please, don’t talk about him, Mommy has a headache from all of this horrible drama.”
“Tell Daddy I pierced my bellybutton, all by myself! Just like a big girl. That's what you should tell Daddy."
“Serafina Terpsichore Finn! What is my one rule? What is the one thing I ask you to do?”
“Don’t talk about Daddy when you have a headache, or when you are tired, or when you are talking on the phone, or when we have company, or when….”
“Exactly.”
Name or Display Name: Viola
Age: 17
Contact Info: PM/email viola_wishes@yahoo.com
Time Zone: Eastern
&& character facts[/size]
full name: Serafina Terpsichore Finn (yep, Aria went there)
age: 18
ethnicity: Caucasian: Russian, British, Australian, and French
gender: Female
orientation: Straight
birthplace: New York City
camper or counselor: Camper
&& personality[/size]
likes:
-the opera
-shopping
-high heels
-weddings
-sleeping in
-running
-tennis
-horse back riding
-magazines
-sunscreen
-dresses
-her dad’s side of the family
-vegetables
-boys
-planes
-money
-diamonds
-yoga
-vodka (it runs in the family)
dislikes:
-her mother
-flowers
-pigs
-talking on the phone
-computers
-romantic comedies
-flip flops
-hot dogs
-politics
-Chinese food
-surprises
-pleather
-platform shoes
-caves
-open Water
-rap music
-swimming pools
-driving
fears:
-ending up like her mother (and not the crazy part, the fact that Aria never exactly got over Trent and has to deal with him and his wife, her ex-friend, quite frequently, and all of it is Aria’s fault)
-small children
-drowning
-clowns
-skin cancer
-debt
goals:
-move out of the country and disappear for a while
-get a proper boyfriend
-be able to take care of herself
secrets:
-She's a virgin (die! gasp! say it aint so! How? Why? Cities crumble and fall, the earth splits in two etc. For a quick flashback, at Serafina's age Aria already had a 3 month old baby...charming)
-Her parents odd relationship (she usually just says it didn't work out, and doesn't mention the fact that her mother had a special nanny to watch her while she was finishing up her senior year)
-And more...but you'll just have to wait.
personality: {at least three paragraphs}
Quirky.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and as much as it bothers Serafina, she has quite a few of her mother’s more sane personality traits. Serafina is a little different than the normal man-on-the-street, living life to the beat of her own drummer, seeing life through her very own rose colored glasses [La Vie en Rose]. She comes up with a lot of odd ideas (hitch hiking cross country, dying her hair purple, randomly flying to Paris for no reason, living in a tree for a week, etc) and acts on all of them, no matter the consequence, she just does it. Impulse is everything.
Picky.
Serafina is very picky. She’s particular about everything and anything, if there is a choice involved it matters. She is by no means easy to please. One day, she will be the epitome of a bridezilla. Everything has to be just so, she could spend hours making sure her hair was perfect and that she had one just the right dress. Food is on a totally different level, Serafina is a ridiculously picky eater, and she can never eat out simply because she hates the food touching on the plate or weird sauces with ingredients she can’t pronounce. So she brings carrot sticks along with her whenever she does go out.
Obsessive.
‘Did you lock the door? Are you positive? Let me go check. Just one more time, I need to make sure.’ 7, that’s how many times Serafina has to check the door of her mom’s apartment before she’ll leave, how many times she has to wash her hands before bed, the number of times she brushes her teeth in a day, and the list goes on. It’s just always been that way, it never really bothers anyone, or at least, no one has ever said anything about it. Serafina tries to be as subtle about it as possible, casually walking back towards the door when she thinks no one is looking or coming up with some half-assed excuse for her brushing her teeth…again.
Stubborn.
Serafina likes things to go her way, and her way only. Don’t try and cross her once she has made up her mind, it is already made up, there’s no use bothering to change it. She gets set in a specific routine and is very inflexible about it. Once she gets used to something, it takes a lot of effort on several people’s parts to get her to change her mind. Serafina also gets ideas about people, places, things, and sees them (no matter what they actually are) the way she thinks they are. For example her mother, who is crazy of course, but Serafina, has painted this slightly psychotic vision of her mother, which is a little too big of an overstatement.
Liar, Liar.
It is just a bad habit. And everyone tells a white lie here and there, so to Serafina, fudging a few things every once in a while isn’t worth any of her attention, and besides, anyone who has the time to point out Serafina’s every little lie and fib has way too much time on their hands and needs to find a new hobby that doesn’t involve Serafina. So she may have told a few lies that mattered, but most of them were to her mom or the school principal and it was beneficial to her at least, and while vanity may be one of the seven deadly sins, but lying is not.
Emotional.
Finally there is the emotional side to Serafina; where both the bitch and the sweetheart enter the mix. She gets way too involved in things, and therefore gets a super emotional. She cries during television commercials, laughs really loudly at inappropriate moments, and occasionally finds herself so ridiculously happy that she can barely stand it. If you want Serafina to do what you want, ask her during a 'sad' commercial, she'll comply. And then she’ll get attached to something useless, an old dress that doesn’t fit, a pillow case, and have a pretty traumatic experience while trying to getting rid of it.
&& looks[/size]
hair: Serafina's hair is the bane of her mother's existance. All Aria wanted was a little brunette baby who looked just like her, a mini Aria. But instead, she got the female version of Trent. And it is for that reason that Serafina loves it so much. It is pale blonde, medium-long and slightly wavy by nature, but sometimes it dries strighter or curly depending on it's mood. Serafina never puts too much effort into it, usually she just combs it out after the shower and hopes for the best. It is a good thing it doesn't really friz or stick straight up. She conditions a little too obsessivly as her hair is slightly coarser than she would like. But all in all it is really quite pretty. She's only dyed it 3 times. Once, when she was 3 (which was her mother and not her), she dyed it purple for a week when she was 14, red when she was 16, and then at 17 she went back to her natural color.
eyes: Serafina isn't too fond of her eyes. It isn't that they are ugly, they are really quite pretty, but they don't seem to stay one color. And what's more, her left eye is always much bluer than her right eye, which stays gray no matter what she wears. They both just change the shade of either blue or grey. She has long eyelashes, but they are so fair that you can barely see them. But Serafina hates mascara and black mascara makes her look stupid so she usually just does nothing about her pale lashes. her eyes fit her face and coloring though, fair and pale.
body-type: Serafina has never been chubby. Even as a baby the doctor was always putting her on some weight-gain formula. Despite the fact that the only excercise she ever does is a 3xWeekly yoga class, she has always been a little underweight. She has a boy ish frame, no real curves to speak of. But with the help of a push-up bra and something that shows off her tiny waist, Serafina can look a little more grown up. She doesn't really wish she was more curvy, and can't picture herself with big boobs or hips, she is just the same tube shape as always, and is just fine with that.
Other:Serafina's true pride and joy, however, is her skin. It is alabaster smooth, ivory skin with no blemishes in sight (thanks to the dermotologist, and several thousand dollars worth of skin care products). She obsesses over it, always slathering herself with sunscreen and often wearing wide-brimmed hats an big sunglasses when she expects to be out in the sun for more than an hour. She doesn't care that tan-is-in or that she it white as a sheet when most people are sporting sun-kissed glows, she loves being ivory-skinned and snubbs bronzer like there's no tomorrow. There is a little heart-ish shaped birthmark right underneath her ribs on the left side. She has her ears pierced only once but usually forgets to put any earings in so her holes are usually on the verge of closing up. She also has a scar on her stomach that is roughly 2 inches long, from a fishing hook on an unfortunate fishing trip with Aria when she was 7. (Get a good mental image, Aria fishing.)
dress-style: Feminine. Everything Serafina wears has to have some girly twist. She has a wardrobe full of dresses and skirts, every single one in a perfectly matched ensemble, all photographed and organized in an album, numbered and with the date of the last use printed neatly next to it. She has over 200 pairs of shoes, some of which she stole from her mother, some from her step-mother, and a few from friends. It isn’t like anyone notices. She only has 5 pairs of pants, including jeans and barely ever wears them. That is her one problem with camp; people always give her crap about wearing pretty clothes and some sort of heel on a daily basis. Serafina does wear shorts, occasionally, and even brings a pair of tennis shoes with her. She just can’t bear to wear them. It’s a mental thing.
height: 5’7
weight: 116
PB: Jessica Stam
picture:
&& family and history
parents:Aria Finn and Trent Peters (Camilla Peters, stepmother) (The love triangle to end all love triangles)
siblings: Olivia Peters (half sister)
history:
The first 45 minutes of Serafina’s life were the best. The last time her parents ever fully got along. Aria had a few too many drugs in her system to complain or be her usual self. But once the morphine and the shiny-new-baby high started to wear off, it all started to go right back down hill. Serafina still hasn’t exactly forgiven her father for letting her mother give her the middle name ‘Terpsichore’, and also letting her spend a half of her childhood in her mother’s care.
While she certainly didn’t seem it, Aria was a pretty capable mother, thanks to the help of her father and a well armed team of nannies; she never put Serafina in any real danger. Her only hang up was the fact that she refused to accept the fact that Serafina was Trent Peter’s daughter. There were the few minor incidents in the first years of Serafina’s life, dying her white-blonde daughter’s hair brown at 3, flipping out in Saks when Serafina said ‘dada’ before ‘mama’ and then playing recordings of the word ‘mama’ during Serafina’s naps for the next 6 weeks. For her first 5 years, Serafina spent a week with Aria, then a week with Trent, but the schedule changed often depending on her mother’s crazy plans and the occasional times when her dad couldn’t take her in (at 2 AM on Christmas Eve when Aria realized she had to leave the next morning for Prague…for no apparent reason).
Serafina got used to the lifestyle; she got used to her mother’s eccentric behavior and looked foreword to the time she spent with her dad, even though the root of all her problems was there. Despite the fact that Serafina isn’t fond of her mom at all, she can’t help but hold a grudge against her step-mother. Maybe if Camilla hadn’t entered the picture, she could have had a normal family, a normal life. She would never tell anyone though, it would upset her dad and make her mother proud, neither of which are prime options. And then there is the half-sister, she’s gotten over that. But she can’t help but envy Olivia. Olivia has everything Serafina wanted as a child, a normal, loving family. Mother and father, in love, together forever; needless to say, she was quite pleased when she discovered Olivia’s other half-sibling, and accidentally brings it up quite often.
Aria never let Serafina get too far away from home. There were no ritzy Swiss boarding schools (something Trent agreed to as well) and no long summer vacations with the nanny. Her dad didn’t want Aria running away with Serafina and Aria didn’t want Serafina to not need her. So Serafina grew up in Manhattan, living the socialite’s life from day 1. She attended all the right schools, did all the right activities, and wore all the right clothes; just like her mother (before the insanity struck) and her mother’s friends. She was pampered and well loved; she just grew up in an odd family arrangement.
Serafina started going to Camp Lohikan when she was 14. It was Trent’s idea and it took a lot of convincing on his part. Aria had planned for Serafina to spend the next 4 summers of her life at an all girls Christian camp in Arizona. Not that Aria or Serafina were particularly religious, but all girls Christian camp = no sex, no boys, and no naughty activities, and also meant that she could allow Serafina to go to camp without having to send someone to pose as a counselor and look after her. Aria finally relented, but still tried to bribe one of the workers to keep tabs on her daughter, Trent nipped that one in the bud. Serafina loved camp, more for the lack of her mother than anything else but she looks forward to it every year, but she is still a little worried that her mother has a spy. Knowing Aria, the trees are probably wired.
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How Serafina Got Her Scar
“Sweetie,” Aria called, walking back through the doorway, a cloud of smoke hanging near the door, she gently placed her glass on a table. “Where are you?” Aria sighed, glancing around the room, taking a few more steps. “If Mommy can’t find you then she will have to tell Daddy that you got lost and then Mommy would be very sad.” She picked up her glass again and took an Aria sized sip (which is not in fact a sip) before returning to her Serafina-hunt. “You know Mommy hates to talk to Daddy.”
Serafina looked up from her work, and made a mewing type noise from her hiding place behind the couch. It was her first mother-daughter only trip, and seven year old Serafina wasn’t too sure how she felt about it. Of course, when her mother mentioned it, she had spent hours gushing about her fishing trip to her dad, and bragging about it to her sister, even asking her step mother what one packs to go on a fishing trip. But now, hiding behind an old sofa in a room that smelt of fish and liquor (both of which were there when they arrived only 2 hours beforehand), she wasn’t sure if this is where she wanted to be.
Aria smiled and took a few cautious steps towards Serafina’s hiding spot, making sure that her heels clicked loud enough. She was 24, and her life was most defiantly over. “Fina……where are you?” She moved slowly, and then leaned her head over the side of the couch, her hair spilling over the edge and onto Serafina. Aria frowned, deciding that her daughter would look much better as a brunette; making a mental note to dye her hair again. The last time, Trent had intercepted, but they had shared custody, shared hair choices. Half of the time Serafina could be a brunette the other half blonde. “Sweetie,” She looked closer at Serafina and had to hold back a scream, “Sweetie, what are you doing?”
“I’m piercing my bellybutton.” Serafina noted matter-o-factly, pointing to the large and menacing looking fishing hook that was now sticking out of her lower stomach, a few inches away from her bellybutton. Serafina wasn’t fazed at all; the fact that there was a trickle of blood running down her stomach and the large hook sticking out of her didn’t seem to bother her at all.
“Baby, that’s not your bellybutton.” Aria said, crouching down, “and remember I said that if you got your bellybutton pierced we’d get a professional to do it…and look!” She said, pointing to Serafina’s white skirt. “You’ve got blood all over your brand new skirt, how is Mommy going to get that out?”
Serafina’s eyes widened as she looked down in horror, she had only worn that skirt once, and everyone who had seen it said it make her look all grown up. “MOMMY!” She screeched, grabbing at the hook, and trying to yank it out, “Get it out! Mommy, get it out!” Aria closed her eyes and picked the now hysterical Serafina up, struggling a little to keep her from lashing out and falling over, “Mommy, I’m going to die!” Serafina raised her hand dramatically to her forehead, “Even Nanny won’t be able to get the stain out! If I die, I want to wear this!!” She was sobbing and flinging her arms about widely, “Mommmy, I love this skirt! And now it’s all ruined!”
“Sweet, you aren’t going to die. And if you did, Mommy would get you a brand new pretty skirt to burry you in.” Serafina seemed to stop struggling a little, but the hook was still stuck in her stomach, Aria grimaced at the idea of having to drive her to the hospital, how exactly does one explain that? ‘Oh yes doctor, my daughter got a fishing hook embedded in her stomach when she tried to pierce her bellybutton.’ That would make her sound like a total wack job.
“Really?” Serafina asked her lip quivering as she gave her mother the best puppy dog face possible.
“Yes lovey, but now Mommy has to take you to the doctor and they will take the hook out and then we can go shopping.” Aria replied, grabbing her ever-full glass on the way out the door as she fast walked to the car, a sobbing 7 year old clinging to her neck, her 4 inch heels clattering on the stone pathway, she downed the rest of it in one gulp.
“What about the fish?” Serafina asked, suddenly aware of their reasons for being there.
“Mommy will buy some in New York; we can get a pretty one for your room.” Serafina started to cry again as Aria strapped her in. Aria grimaced, and kissed her daughter’s forehead. “And a brand new skirt.” Serafina smiled.
Aria got into the car and turned it on, slamming on the gas. “What the hell am I going to tell that man?”
“What man?”
“The one who lives with that woman of his….your father, Serafina. Please, don’t talk about him, Mommy has a headache from all of this horrible drama.”
“Tell Daddy I pierced my bellybutton, all by myself! Just like a big girl. That's what you should tell Daddy."
“Serafina Terpsichore Finn! What is my one rule? What is the one thing I ask you to do?”
“Don’t talk about Daddy when you have a headache, or when you are tired, or when you are talking on the phone, or when we have company, or when….”
“Exactly.”
