Post by Aria Finn on Aug 13, 2007 0:10:37 GMT -5
&& you
Name or Display Name: Viola
Age: 17
Contact Info: PM/Email
Time Zone: Eastern
&& character facts[/size]
full name: Aria Elaine Ursula Finn
age: 35
ethnicity: Russian, British, French
gender: Female
orientation: Straight
birthplace: New York City
&& personality[/size]
likes:
-Dr. V. Odka
-Cigarettes
-Her daughter
-Pain Killers (just like Advil, she’s not that crazy yet)
-The color white
-Tailored clothes
-Hot baths
-Vodka
-Traveling
-Ty
-The French language
-Getting her hair done
-Watches
-Art museums
-Alcohol
-Brunettes
-Sleeping
-Vodka
-Her ‘nephew’
-Old Movies
-Cleanliness
_Vodka
dislikes:
-Trent
-Camilla
-Trent and Camilla’s daughter
-The fact Serafina is blonde
-Strangers
-No-smoking zones
-Time changes
-Tanning
-Police officers
-Stars (twinkle, twinkle not Paris Hilton)
-Exercise
-Anything Romantic, especially Valentines Day
-Roses
-Chocolate
fears:
-Serafina leaving her, but Aria is very aware that she has drifted away, and it kills her
-That she’ll always be alone (which she will because she is a crazy person, but I will always love her, and that’s what matters)
-She’ll loose everyone in her life that matters, which consists of five people: her three sisters, Serafina, and Ty
goals:
-Being friends with her daughter
-Finally one-upping Camilla
secrets:
-There are times when she sort of wishes she had just gotten the abortion, but she would never, ever, tell anyone that especially her daughter.
-Her alcoholism
-She never really got over the whole relationship with Trent
personality: {at least three paragraphs}
Crazy.
It is the perfect starting place for Aria. She wasn’t always like this, but people change, and now, barely anyone remembers Aria when she wasn’t so…psycho. It’s the mood swings that get most people, eternal PMS as Serafina describes them. They come without warning and last for any length of time. Everyone avoids her, and she locks herself in her room. She runs the gamut of emotions, from that ecstasy high to fiery demon of hell bitch. It is a frightening thing to whiteness, and Serafina has seen her fair share of them. For the first time experiencer, it usually leads to several years in therapy.
Emotional.
Hand in hand with her mood swings, are her emotions. She is never just happy or just sad. And she is rarely in between. She usually hovers somewhere near depressed, between hopeless and miserable. Aria has this way about her, and whatever she’s feeling she imposes on the people around her, if she’s sad, chances are that after a while in a room with her, you’d be sad too. Aria is a ticking time bomb, and she gets set off fast and without warning, and it is one hell of a mess when she ‘goes off’. When she is in a good mood (rare enough, but enjoyable while it lasts) it is slightly more infectious to anyone who doesn’t know her well enough to tune it all out.
Dependent.
Aria needs a crutch for every aspect of her life. She has her closet friend vodka for her emotional crutch. She drowns everything out in style. Sterling flaks, Venetian glass shot glasses. She’s moved passed mixed drinks, she’ll take it straight. And then there is her daughter, from about the age of 9, Aria has depended on Serafina. Treating her more as a friend than a child; and while Aria was very overprotective she didn’t mother in the conventional way. If she had a problem, she poured her soul out to Serafina, who comforted her mother into the early hours of the morning. Aria needs other people, she needs to be acknowledged, wanted, Aria needs to be needed, and she has to have someone there with her at almost all times. She hates being alone.
Two (Three, Four) Faced.
Depending on who you are Aria has a face (literally) for you. For example, her daughter usually gets the kind and understanding young mother look. With people she isn’t too fond of (Trent/Camilla) Aria is a total bitch. She is not mean, just bitchy, and occasionally cruel. But everything she says is perfectly planned out so that it hits all the right buttons, it has taken her years to perfect, but she’s got it down. Then there are people she doesn’t know too well, she presents herself and her family as happy and loving.
Lonely.
The one thing Aria is that has no whistles or bells is lonely. She only has her daughter, and even Serafina doesn’t want her. She spends a good deal of her time, alone, with her thoughts. It is a dangerous thing, especially with Aria. She doesn’t really have any close friends anymore, she barely even has acquaintances. The only people she usually sees or talks to are: her daughter, Trent and Camilla (unfortunately), Leo and his kids, sometimes Ty (which makes her ridiculously happy) and a few of her old friends from high school. Most she just sees in passing, but sometimes they stop by for a chat, an awkward conversation over coffee, usually abruptly ended by the other, leaving Aria alone at the table with her coffee cup half full, still stirring, around and around.
Mommy Dearest.
Everyone has heard that story, about the crazy mother who is totally abusive. Aria tries her hardest not to take anything out on Serafina, but she slips up sometimes, and that just makes Serafina even more pissed off. Aria isn’t a bad mother, nor is she a bad person, she wasn’t made to be a mother; it wasn’t in her wiring. Of course, she read as many parenting books as possible, gave up drinking and smoking for the full 9 months. But whenever she is a little too tipsy or a little too depressed, and Serafina is around, provoking her and complaining; Aria lashes out. She always apologizes and does whatever she can think of to make amends; it doesn’t work with her daughter. To Serafina, Aria has already made enough mistakes; she’s had enough free passes.
Depressed.
There are several, mental, physical, emotional signs of depressions. Aria displays none of these, on the outside. She was perfected the perfect mask to cover her grief, the image of the old Aria: the Aria who is still crazy, but not so depressed, not so unhappy. But on the inside, she is freakishly depressed, about anything and everything. Her one pride and joy, Serafina, hates her, and everything else has gone way down hill since the summer before her junior year. She self medicates, as one could guess, and her type of medication is not the type that works. It just makes all her problems worse; Aria just hasn’t realized that yet. And even after she does, she isn’t fond of change.
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hair: Aria has dark brown hair, it is naturally curly and something she never really fought. Letting it curl as it would, something most Manhattan females found cringe worthy. Aria loves her hair and takes a lot of pride in it. She was, of course as she is Aria, horrified when she realized that Serafina’s hair wouldn’t get any darker than light blonde. It almost made her feel like a bad mother (dying her 3 year old’s hair, pulling a fishing hook out of her stomach, and sobbing about Trent to a young Serafina didn’t though), the fact that they look so different.
eyes: Aria has dark brown eyes. She hates them. According to Aria, everyone has brown eyes and they simply sit there and don’t do anything interesting. Her eyes are pretty, and fit her face and coloring. But neither of those facts cross Aria’s mind. It is just another step away from her blonde-haired blue-eyed baby.
body-type: Aria is not exactly skinny, she is petite. Like her daughter, she is mostly curveless, still sporting the boy figure at 35.
dress-style:
height: 5’3
weight: 101
other:
PB: Natalie Portman
picture:
&& family and history
parents:
Camille DuPont, deceased
Thomas Finn, living in NYC
siblings:
Beatrice Finn (41)- still living in London with her has-been actor husband, has 4 children
Vivian Finn (37)- lives in Nice, France with her husband and their son, visits Aria every once in a while
Theodora Finn (31)- lives in Germany with her boyfriend
children: Serafina Finn, 18
history:
Aria was the third daughter born to Camille DuPont, a ridiculously wealthy French heiress and socialite, and Thomas Finn, heir to a large fortune made from his grand father’s good investments and oil. Despite the fact that she was the third daughter, there was a period of time where she was doted upon like no other. She never spent much time with her parents, seeing them only on occasion, she referred to her nanny as ‘Mama’ until her 5th birthday, when one of her little friends pointed out that Aria’s mother was not, in fact, a 6 foot tall Swedish woman named Inga. It was crushing. But before that fateful 5th birthday party, Aria lived in the world that was painted for her; she played with her sisters and was showed off by her parents as their ‘precious Aria.’ The Finn girls wore matching dresses everywhere, each with their own color for the coordinating ones: Beatrice was yellow, Vivian was green, Aria lavender, and Theodora was baby blue. She was a very happy child, she loved Inga and her sisters and sort of knew what her parents looked like, but her mother always had a headache and had to nap.
In the same year she realized that Inga was not her mother, Aria’s pretty-princess childhood began to change. Her eldest sister was shipped off to boarding school, and her mother fired Inga, after hearing the ‘Mama’ story, sending that ‘damned blonde woman back to the snowy wasteland she calls home’. Aria was heartbroken and made a point of despising her new nannies, every single one of them. Her 6th new nanny in 4 months was named Angelina. And try as she might, Aria couldn’t hate her. Angelina was very short and had an awkward open smile, waist length curly brown hair, and big green eyes. To the young Aria, Angelina was the most beautiful person alive. It was with Angelina that Aria made her first real and only life-long friend, Tianzio Antonelli. Angelina took the whiney Aria into Ty’s family restaurant (a big no no with Aria’s mother)and the rest is history. Aria thought Ty had a funny name, and liked the food at his parent’s restaurant; and that is how their friendship was born. In time, Angelina too was fired (for stealing a silver spoon that was later found under the dining room table). And Aria was declared too old for a Nanny. Instead, she and her sisters were clumped together with two ‘friends’ (if a friend is a glorified prison guard) who shuttled them around the city, to and from lessons and to school. Vivian went to boarding school the day before her 8th birthday, and Aria joined her two older sisters when she herself was 8.
The Aiglon College in Switzerland was fabulous, Aria adored every second of her life there, away from her parents and the nannies, her only family was her sisters, and she didn’t mind them being around. At 14, Aria’s perfect life at Aiglon began to go downhill. She met and quickly fell in love with a 17 year old British boy named Edward, who easily convinced the naïve Aria that they were soul mates or some such nonsense. She slept with him, and then a month passed and she missed her period. Worried, her sisters took her to the school nurse thinking her malnourished. Aria was sent back to New York two days later. No one ever told Edward. Three days after she returned from Switzerland, her mother sent Aria and the Driver out to a clinic in Jersey; she was there for 6 hours before someone remembered to pick her up. Aria isn’t quite sure how much her parents paid to have the usual waiting period waved, but she guessed it was a whole hell of a lot of money.
She had a month of down time; she didn’t see or speak to anyone. Her parents didn’t even bother to attempt to help her, and Aria resented that. She started her freshman year at Marrimont Academy. She was ok with not returning to Aiglon; her only childhood friend Ty attended the school as well, and she made friends very easily. Her freshman year was easy, she made friends got good grades, and started to make a sort of name for herself, despite her being a freshman. It was her sophomore year when she met Chelsea Peters, and they became friends, and Aria shot up the social ladder. Her GPA wavered but never too low. She spent a good amount of her time partying and very little ‘thinking about how her actions at Aiglon ruined her life’. Starting half way through her freshman year, Aria started dating again, speed dating. She went through as many guys as possible, barley having time to date them, just enough for their names to be associated. Almost all of them ended badly and resulted in Aria having fewer male friends.
The summer before her junior year started normally, she went around NYC with her friends, got coffee, and of course went to track practice led by Chelsea. It was after a few weeks of this summer bliss that Chelsea came up with her best, and also worst, idea ever. A final summer party, with one catch, it was in St. Bart’s. So they (they being practically everyone Chelsea had ever met, including people she hadn’t and people she hated). It was perfect, and Aria was in an unusually good mood for most of the beginning of the trip (not after those hormones set in). Aria spent a good deal of time lounging around on the beach, where she met new girl Piper Prince, who taught her to surf, and where she started to become friends with Camilla, another new girl who didn’t know anything about being a teenager.
There was a bonfire one night, and for reasons she now refuses to admit to any living soul, Aria slept with Trent Peters, Chelsea’s older brother, right on the beach, near enough to the others that if someone had wanted to find them, they could have. Aria freaked out afterwards, and stormed off. Again, for reasons she refuses to admit, Aria and Trent started a short-lived relationship, which ruined her friendship with Camilla. In a lapse of judgment, after an odd verbal-bitch fight with Camilla (which occurred after Aria and Trent were interrupted during sex) Aria revealed her only secret, her first pregnancy. But the friendship was defiantly over, but Camilla and Trent’s chemistry wasn’t. On the last night in St. Bart’s while Aria was still pretty sure that she and Trent would be together for a while, she noticed Camilla being a total whore and flirting with Trent like no other. Truth be told, Aria had had a few too many and she snapped, dumping Trent in front of everyone, she ran off, sobbing the entire way. And the next morning, on the way home, Trent and Camilla were a thing, and Aria was all alone, and has stayed that way for the rest of her life.
The return to Marrimont was difficult, Camilla and Trent were everywhere together and they were happy, and Aria defiantly wasn’t. She had a very short very awkward relationship with her gay best friend, Ty (who’s parents always thought the two of them would get married), before he eventually reverted back to being gay. It was a few days later when she started to feel a little sick, and she remembered the feeling. Horrified, she bought 6 pregnancy tests and took them all, each one positive. She called Trent and he came over, as much as she knew she should have gotten the abortion, she couldn’t, not again. To her dismay, Trent accepted her decision and said he would help raise their child. Once her parent’s found out, they gave the ultimatum, leave or get the abortion. And she left, with the full intention of going to live with her sister Beatrice in London. Somehow, Trent once again, thwarted her plans and she spent a few weeks living at his place, during that period which was already traumatic enough, Trent’s sister, and one f her best friends, Chelsea, died. She moved out and into her own apartment 2 weeks afterwards.
Serafina Terpsichore Finn was born on May 2nd, 3 weeks early, and Aria got off of the end of her Junior year, on maternity leave. Despite her rocky relationship with Trent, it was a very happy day for Aria, and her usually moody self was only happy, for a while. Once she was allowed to go home, in the wheelchair, pretty baby in tow, it suddenly hit her, that neither she nor her daughter would lead a normal life. For Serafina’s first 5 years, Aria agreed to the one week with me, one with you, that is, after the 6 months mommy time where Trent had to visit. After that, the time was split pretty much evenly but it changed depending on schedules. Then there was Camilla who was now Trent’s wife, and her new little baby daughter, Olivia. Aria hated Camilla more than ever, and for a while, let Serafina spend more time with Trent, just to remind him who his first born was.
The one bright spot in the mountain of bleak that was Aria’s life, was her daughter, and then, the birth of Camilla’s second child, who was not, in fact, Trent’s. She sent a big fat welcome-to-the-world gift basket over with a big-fat check inside; just for use with little baby Matteo, signed with love from Auntie Aria. Trent left Camilla for a while, and actually asked if he could come live with Aria and Serafina, she turned him down flat, lying and saying she didn’t want him to give Serafina false idea’s about their relationship, in truth, she couldn’t deal with the idea of being around him so much; she hated him with a fiery passion, but she had never really gotten over him. In the end, Matteo went to live with his dad, Leo, one of Aria’s high school friends, and Trent went back to Camilla. Their lives were perfect again.
Aria tried her best to raise Serafina, despite so many obstacles, but the harder she tried, the worse it got. She tried to be the understanding type, but she was just overprotective. She wanted so much to be seen as a good mother; that was the only thing she could be. It just didn’t work out. Serafina loved her mother as a child, just as she loved her father. And Aria never really accepted that, the fact that Serafina loved them equally, when they weren’t the same to Aria, she was the mother, the life giver, and Trent was just the sperm bank who was along for the ride. And then, Serafina looked too much like her father, and like his sister. Two blows that Aria gets every time she looks at Serafina. Once Serafina hit about 9, and Aria was 26, things started to change. Serafina was no longer mommy’s little princess. In fact, she made her disdain for Aria very well known, often talking about how much more she loved her dad, or even going as far as saying how pretty Camilla was. It was around this time, when Aria, who had always been a heavy drinker, started calling upon the bottle a lot more. It was mostly when Serafina was away; Aria would sit alone on the floor of her bathroom, bottle in hand, a cigarette hanging from her lips, sobbing, always the same song playing in the background: Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien, Edith Piaf. The same song that played when she took the pregnancy tests for Serafina.
The following years were tumultuous, Aria and Serafina fought non-stop, about every little detail. From Serafina dying her hair purple to Aria’s nosey behavior. But as Serafina grew up, she began to see herself in her daughter, and was frantic. Thus came her decision to send the 14 year old daughter to an all girl’s Christian camp. She didn’t want Serafina to end up like her; that would have killed her. But once again, Trent to the rescue of his darling daughter, and somehow convinced Aria to send Serafina to Camp Lohikan, along with Olivia and a lot of the other children of her high school friends. Aria hoped agreeing would make Serafina understand that everything she did was for her and that Aria only wanted Serafina to love her back. It didn’t work. While Serafina loved the camp, she began to hate her mother even more, and there was a point when the two could barely be in the same room without someone (Aria) bursting into tears or (Serafina) screaming. Despite all of this, Aria tried, she really did, to make Serafina life happy, to be a decent mom.
It was heartbreaking for Aria, when she finally realized exactly how much her daughter despised her, and how she had become like her own mother. Aria had failed, at everything she had tried at, she couldn’t be a good girlfriend, she couldn’t be a good mother, and she was barely a good person. While she is beyond depressed about a multitude of things, she presents herself as the same old Aria. But just not as nice, not that she was ever too nice. There are times, when Aria wonders, how it would have been if she hadn’t dumped Trent, or if she had gotten the abortion. She hates herself afterwards, but she simply can’t help it. The what-ifs plague her, while Serafina despises her and all of her old friends avoid her. And no one thinks she notices, but for everything she is, and was, Aria Finn, was never blind. She notices everything, and she knows everything. She knows what everyone whispers behind her back, she knew about the secret meetings the teachers held her junior year while she waddled to class, she knew all about the funny conversations about Aria the Pregnant White-Trash whore, she knew and accepted it all. Take everything with a grain of salt, it was a very un-Aria thing to do, but she did it none the less. And so, while Trent and Camilla lead their fairy-tale lives, and Serafina goes about despising her mother, and everyone else is living the lives they were supposed to, Aria drowns everything with her one and only true friend, good old vodka. Straight. And usually, the last coherent thought, before she slips into her dream filled, drunken land, is ‘where’, ‘where is my happy ending?’
(wow, that ended up being so much more depressing than I thought it would)
Name or Display Name: Viola
Age: 17
Contact Info: PM/Email
Time Zone: Eastern
&& character facts[/size]
full name: Aria Elaine Ursula Finn
age: 35
ethnicity: Russian, British, French
gender: Female
orientation: Straight
birthplace: New York City
&& personality[/size]
likes:
-Dr. V. Odka
-Cigarettes
-Her daughter
-Pain Killers (just like Advil, she’s not that crazy yet)
-The color white
-Tailored clothes
-Hot baths
-Vodka
-Traveling
-Ty
-The French language
-Getting her hair done
-Watches
-Art museums
-Alcohol
-Brunettes
-Sleeping
-Vodka
-Her ‘nephew’
-Old Movies
-Cleanliness
_Vodka
dislikes:
-Trent
-Camilla
-Trent and Camilla’s daughter
-The fact Serafina is blonde
-Strangers
-No-smoking zones
-Time changes
-Tanning
-Police officers
-Stars (twinkle, twinkle not Paris Hilton)
-Exercise
-Anything Romantic, especially Valentines Day
-Roses
-Chocolate
fears:
-Serafina leaving her, but Aria is very aware that she has drifted away, and it kills her
-That she’ll always be alone (which she will because she is a crazy person, but I will always love her, and that’s what matters)
-She’ll loose everyone in her life that matters, which consists of five people: her three sisters, Serafina, and Ty
goals:
-Being friends with her daughter
-Finally one-upping Camilla
secrets:
-There are times when she sort of wishes she had just gotten the abortion, but she would never, ever, tell anyone that especially her daughter.
-Her alcoholism
-She never really got over the whole relationship with Trent
personality: {at least three paragraphs}
Crazy.
It is the perfect starting place for Aria. She wasn’t always like this, but people change, and now, barely anyone remembers Aria when she wasn’t so…psycho. It’s the mood swings that get most people, eternal PMS as Serafina describes them. They come without warning and last for any length of time. Everyone avoids her, and she locks herself in her room. She runs the gamut of emotions, from that ecstasy high to fiery demon of hell bitch. It is a frightening thing to whiteness, and Serafina has seen her fair share of them. For the first time experiencer, it usually leads to several years in therapy.
Emotional.
Hand in hand with her mood swings, are her emotions. She is never just happy or just sad. And she is rarely in between. She usually hovers somewhere near depressed, between hopeless and miserable. Aria has this way about her, and whatever she’s feeling she imposes on the people around her, if she’s sad, chances are that after a while in a room with her, you’d be sad too. Aria is a ticking time bomb, and she gets set off fast and without warning, and it is one hell of a mess when she ‘goes off’. When she is in a good mood (rare enough, but enjoyable while it lasts) it is slightly more infectious to anyone who doesn’t know her well enough to tune it all out.
Dependent.
Aria needs a crutch for every aspect of her life. She has her closet friend vodka for her emotional crutch. She drowns everything out in style. Sterling flaks, Venetian glass shot glasses. She’s moved passed mixed drinks, she’ll take it straight. And then there is her daughter, from about the age of 9, Aria has depended on Serafina. Treating her more as a friend than a child; and while Aria was very overprotective she didn’t mother in the conventional way. If she had a problem, she poured her soul out to Serafina, who comforted her mother into the early hours of the morning. Aria needs other people, she needs to be acknowledged, wanted, Aria needs to be needed, and she has to have someone there with her at almost all times. She hates being alone.
Two (Three, Four) Faced.
Depending on who you are Aria has a face (literally) for you. For example, her daughter usually gets the kind and understanding young mother look. With people she isn’t too fond of (Trent/Camilla) Aria is a total bitch. She is not mean, just bitchy, and occasionally cruel. But everything she says is perfectly planned out so that it hits all the right buttons, it has taken her years to perfect, but she’s got it down. Then there are people she doesn’t know too well, she presents herself and her family as happy and loving.
Lonely.
The one thing Aria is that has no whistles or bells is lonely. She only has her daughter, and even Serafina doesn’t want her. She spends a good deal of her time, alone, with her thoughts. It is a dangerous thing, especially with Aria. She doesn’t really have any close friends anymore, she barely even has acquaintances. The only people she usually sees or talks to are: her daughter, Trent and Camilla (unfortunately), Leo and his kids, sometimes Ty (which makes her ridiculously happy) and a few of her old friends from high school. Most she just sees in passing, but sometimes they stop by for a chat, an awkward conversation over coffee, usually abruptly ended by the other, leaving Aria alone at the table with her coffee cup half full, still stirring, around and around.
Mommy Dearest.
Everyone has heard that story, about the crazy mother who is totally abusive. Aria tries her hardest not to take anything out on Serafina, but she slips up sometimes, and that just makes Serafina even more pissed off. Aria isn’t a bad mother, nor is she a bad person, she wasn’t made to be a mother; it wasn’t in her wiring. Of course, she read as many parenting books as possible, gave up drinking and smoking for the full 9 months. But whenever she is a little too tipsy or a little too depressed, and Serafina is around, provoking her and complaining; Aria lashes out. She always apologizes and does whatever she can think of to make amends; it doesn’t work with her daughter. To Serafina, Aria has already made enough mistakes; she’s had enough free passes.
Depressed.
There are several, mental, physical, emotional signs of depressions. Aria displays none of these, on the outside. She was perfected the perfect mask to cover her grief, the image of the old Aria: the Aria who is still crazy, but not so depressed, not so unhappy. But on the inside, she is freakishly depressed, about anything and everything. Her one pride and joy, Serafina, hates her, and everything else has gone way down hill since the summer before her junior year. She self medicates, as one could guess, and her type of medication is not the type that works. It just makes all her problems worse; Aria just hasn’t realized that yet. And even after she does, she isn’t fond of change.
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hair: Aria has dark brown hair, it is naturally curly and something she never really fought. Letting it curl as it would, something most Manhattan females found cringe worthy. Aria loves her hair and takes a lot of pride in it. She was, of course as she is Aria, horrified when she realized that Serafina’s hair wouldn’t get any darker than light blonde. It almost made her feel like a bad mother (dying her 3 year old’s hair, pulling a fishing hook out of her stomach, and sobbing about Trent to a young Serafina didn’t though), the fact that they look so different.
eyes: Aria has dark brown eyes. She hates them. According to Aria, everyone has brown eyes and they simply sit there and don’t do anything interesting. Her eyes are pretty, and fit her face and coloring. But neither of those facts cross Aria’s mind. It is just another step away from her blonde-haired blue-eyed baby.
body-type: Aria is not exactly skinny, she is petite. Like her daughter, she is mostly curveless, still sporting the boy figure at 35.
dress-style:
height: 5’3
weight: 101
other:
PB: Natalie Portman
picture:
&& family and history
parents:
Camille DuPont, deceased
Thomas Finn, living in NYC
siblings:
Beatrice Finn (41)- still living in London with her has-been actor husband, has 4 children
Vivian Finn (37)- lives in Nice, France with her husband and their son, visits Aria every once in a while
Theodora Finn (31)- lives in Germany with her boyfriend
children: Serafina Finn, 18
history:
Aria was the third daughter born to Camille DuPont, a ridiculously wealthy French heiress and socialite, and Thomas Finn, heir to a large fortune made from his grand father’s good investments and oil. Despite the fact that she was the third daughter, there was a period of time where she was doted upon like no other. She never spent much time with her parents, seeing them only on occasion, she referred to her nanny as ‘Mama’ until her 5th birthday, when one of her little friends pointed out that Aria’s mother was not, in fact, a 6 foot tall Swedish woman named Inga. It was crushing. But before that fateful 5th birthday party, Aria lived in the world that was painted for her; she played with her sisters and was showed off by her parents as their ‘precious Aria.’ The Finn girls wore matching dresses everywhere, each with their own color for the coordinating ones: Beatrice was yellow, Vivian was green, Aria lavender, and Theodora was baby blue. She was a very happy child, she loved Inga and her sisters and sort of knew what her parents looked like, but her mother always had a headache and had to nap.
In the same year she realized that Inga was not her mother, Aria’s pretty-princess childhood began to change. Her eldest sister was shipped off to boarding school, and her mother fired Inga, after hearing the ‘Mama’ story, sending that ‘damned blonde woman back to the snowy wasteland she calls home’. Aria was heartbroken and made a point of despising her new nannies, every single one of them. Her 6th new nanny in 4 months was named Angelina. And try as she might, Aria couldn’t hate her. Angelina was very short and had an awkward open smile, waist length curly brown hair, and big green eyes. To the young Aria, Angelina was the most beautiful person alive. It was with Angelina that Aria made her first real and only life-long friend, Tianzio Antonelli. Angelina took the whiney Aria into Ty’s family restaurant (a big no no with Aria’s mother)and the rest is history. Aria thought Ty had a funny name, and liked the food at his parent’s restaurant; and that is how their friendship was born. In time, Angelina too was fired (for stealing a silver spoon that was later found under the dining room table). And Aria was declared too old for a Nanny. Instead, she and her sisters were clumped together with two ‘friends’ (if a friend is a glorified prison guard) who shuttled them around the city, to and from lessons and to school. Vivian went to boarding school the day before her 8th birthday, and Aria joined her two older sisters when she herself was 8.
The Aiglon College in Switzerland was fabulous, Aria adored every second of her life there, away from her parents and the nannies, her only family was her sisters, and she didn’t mind them being around. At 14, Aria’s perfect life at Aiglon began to go downhill. She met and quickly fell in love with a 17 year old British boy named Edward, who easily convinced the naïve Aria that they were soul mates or some such nonsense. She slept with him, and then a month passed and she missed her period. Worried, her sisters took her to the school nurse thinking her malnourished. Aria was sent back to New York two days later. No one ever told Edward. Three days after she returned from Switzerland, her mother sent Aria and the Driver out to a clinic in Jersey; she was there for 6 hours before someone remembered to pick her up. Aria isn’t quite sure how much her parents paid to have the usual waiting period waved, but she guessed it was a whole hell of a lot of money.
She had a month of down time; she didn’t see or speak to anyone. Her parents didn’t even bother to attempt to help her, and Aria resented that. She started her freshman year at Marrimont Academy. She was ok with not returning to Aiglon; her only childhood friend Ty attended the school as well, and she made friends very easily. Her freshman year was easy, she made friends got good grades, and started to make a sort of name for herself, despite her being a freshman. It was her sophomore year when she met Chelsea Peters, and they became friends, and Aria shot up the social ladder. Her GPA wavered but never too low. She spent a good amount of her time partying and very little ‘thinking about how her actions at Aiglon ruined her life’. Starting half way through her freshman year, Aria started dating again, speed dating. She went through as many guys as possible, barley having time to date them, just enough for their names to be associated. Almost all of them ended badly and resulted in Aria having fewer male friends.
The summer before her junior year started normally, she went around NYC with her friends, got coffee, and of course went to track practice led by Chelsea. It was after a few weeks of this summer bliss that Chelsea came up with her best, and also worst, idea ever. A final summer party, with one catch, it was in St. Bart’s. So they (they being practically everyone Chelsea had ever met, including people she hadn’t and people she hated). It was perfect, and Aria was in an unusually good mood for most of the beginning of the trip (not after those hormones set in). Aria spent a good deal of time lounging around on the beach, where she met new girl Piper Prince, who taught her to surf, and where she started to become friends with Camilla, another new girl who didn’t know anything about being a teenager.
There was a bonfire one night, and for reasons she now refuses to admit to any living soul, Aria slept with Trent Peters, Chelsea’s older brother, right on the beach, near enough to the others that if someone had wanted to find them, they could have. Aria freaked out afterwards, and stormed off. Again, for reasons she refuses to admit, Aria and Trent started a short-lived relationship, which ruined her friendship with Camilla. In a lapse of judgment, after an odd verbal-bitch fight with Camilla (which occurred after Aria and Trent were interrupted during sex) Aria revealed her only secret, her first pregnancy. But the friendship was defiantly over, but Camilla and Trent’s chemistry wasn’t. On the last night in St. Bart’s while Aria was still pretty sure that she and Trent would be together for a while, she noticed Camilla being a total whore and flirting with Trent like no other. Truth be told, Aria had had a few too many and she snapped, dumping Trent in front of everyone, she ran off, sobbing the entire way. And the next morning, on the way home, Trent and Camilla were a thing, and Aria was all alone, and has stayed that way for the rest of her life.
The return to Marrimont was difficult, Camilla and Trent were everywhere together and they were happy, and Aria defiantly wasn’t. She had a very short very awkward relationship with her gay best friend, Ty (who’s parents always thought the two of them would get married), before he eventually reverted back to being gay. It was a few days later when she started to feel a little sick, and she remembered the feeling. Horrified, she bought 6 pregnancy tests and took them all, each one positive. She called Trent and he came over, as much as she knew she should have gotten the abortion, she couldn’t, not again. To her dismay, Trent accepted her decision and said he would help raise their child. Once her parent’s found out, they gave the ultimatum, leave or get the abortion. And she left, with the full intention of going to live with her sister Beatrice in London. Somehow, Trent once again, thwarted her plans and she spent a few weeks living at his place, during that period which was already traumatic enough, Trent’s sister, and one f her best friends, Chelsea, died. She moved out and into her own apartment 2 weeks afterwards.
Serafina Terpsichore Finn was born on May 2nd, 3 weeks early, and Aria got off of the end of her Junior year, on maternity leave. Despite her rocky relationship with Trent, it was a very happy day for Aria, and her usually moody self was only happy, for a while. Once she was allowed to go home, in the wheelchair, pretty baby in tow, it suddenly hit her, that neither she nor her daughter would lead a normal life. For Serafina’s first 5 years, Aria agreed to the one week with me, one with you, that is, after the 6 months mommy time where Trent had to visit. After that, the time was split pretty much evenly but it changed depending on schedules. Then there was Camilla who was now Trent’s wife, and her new little baby daughter, Olivia. Aria hated Camilla more than ever, and for a while, let Serafina spend more time with Trent, just to remind him who his first born was.
The one bright spot in the mountain of bleak that was Aria’s life, was her daughter, and then, the birth of Camilla’s second child, who was not, in fact, Trent’s. She sent a big fat welcome-to-the-world gift basket over with a big-fat check inside; just for use with little baby Matteo, signed with love from Auntie Aria. Trent left Camilla for a while, and actually asked if he could come live with Aria and Serafina, she turned him down flat, lying and saying she didn’t want him to give Serafina false idea’s about their relationship, in truth, she couldn’t deal with the idea of being around him so much; she hated him with a fiery passion, but she had never really gotten over him. In the end, Matteo went to live with his dad, Leo, one of Aria’s high school friends, and Trent went back to Camilla. Their lives were perfect again.
Aria tried her best to raise Serafina, despite so many obstacles, but the harder she tried, the worse it got. She tried to be the understanding type, but she was just overprotective. She wanted so much to be seen as a good mother; that was the only thing she could be. It just didn’t work out. Serafina loved her mother as a child, just as she loved her father. And Aria never really accepted that, the fact that Serafina loved them equally, when they weren’t the same to Aria, she was the mother, the life giver, and Trent was just the sperm bank who was along for the ride. And then, Serafina looked too much like her father, and like his sister. Two blows that Aria gets every time she looks at Serafina. Once Serafina hit about 9, and Aria was 26, things started to change. Serafina was no longer mommy’s little princess. In fact, she made her disdain for Aria very well known, often talking about how much more she loved her dad, or even going as far as saying how pretty Camilla was. It was around this time, when Aria, who had always been a heavy drinker, started calling upon the bottle a lot more. It was mostly when Serafina was away; Aria would sit alone on the floor of her bathroom, bottle in hand, a cigarette hanging from her lips, sobbing, always the same song playing in the background: Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien, Edith Piaf. The same song that played when she took the pregnancy tests for Serafina.
The following years were tumultuous, Aria and Serafina fought non-stop, about every little detail. From Serafina dying her hair purple to Aria’s nosey behavior. But as Serafina grew up, she began to see herself in her daughter, and was frantic. Thus came her decision to send the 14 year old daughter to an all girl’s Christian camp. She didn’t want Serafina to end up like her; that would have killed her. But once again, Trent to the rescue of his darling daughter, and somehow convinced Aria to send Serafina to Camp Lohikan, along with Olivia and a lot of the other children of her high school friends. Aria hoped agreeing would make Serafina understand that everything she did was for her and that Aria only wanted Serafina to love her back. It didn’t work. While Serafina loved the camp, she began to hate her mother even more, and there was a point when the two could barely be in the same room without someone (Aria) bursting into tears or (Serafina) screaming. Despite all of this, Aria tried, she really did, to make Serafina life happy, to be a decent mom.
It was heartbreaking for Aria, when she finally realized exactly how much her daughter despised her, and how she had become like her own mother. Aria had failed, at everything she had tried at, she couldn’t be a good girlfriend, she couldn’t be a good mother, and she was barely a good person. While she is beyond depressed about a multitude of things, she presents herself as the same old Aria. But just not as nice, not that she was ever too nice. There are times, when Aria wonders, how it would have been if she hadn’t dumped Trent, or if she had gotten the abortion. She hates herself afterwards, but she simply can’t help it. The what-ifs plague her, while Serafina despises her and all of her old friends avoid her. And no one thinks she notices, but for everything she is, and was, Aria Finn, was never blind. She notices everything, and she knows everything. She knows what everyone whispers behind her back, she knew about the secret meetings the teachers held her junior year while she waddled to class, she knew all about the funny conversations about Aria the Pregnant White-Trash whore, she knew and accepted it all. Take everything with a grain of salt, it was a very un-Aria thing to do, but she did it none the less. And so, while Trent and Camilla lead their fairy-tale lives, and Serafina goes about despising her mother, and everyone else is living the lives they were supposed to, Aria drowns everything with her one and only true friend, good old vodka. Straight. And usually, the last coherent thought, before she slips into her dream filled, drunken land, is ‘where’, ‘where is my happy ending?’
(wow, that ended up being so much more depressing than I thought it would)
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