lara helena spencer-may, 18, college freshman studying history. leo sun, leo rising, and libra moon.
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hunter-rockwell “Do you need help to warm yourself?” Hunter looked at the blonde with a half-smirk before taking a seat next to her. “The fall has just started, it’s not that bad. Besides, the fire is supposed to help with the temperature.”
“That was what I was implying,” she pointed out, and shook her head. “Well it’s not doing a very good job. And anyway,” Helena rolled her eyes, “this is lame. Aren’t you bored? I was about to leave before you came over....”
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beckvtts ❝as dreamy as that sounds, you’ll hardly get hypothermia,❞ beckett reasoned, plopping down beside her roommate and offering out the thick blanket she’d thought to bring with her. ❝take it, you need it more than i do.❞ used to the cold, beck wasn’t hurting much for one, anyway, and truthfully, she could think of plenty of other ( albeit more fun ) ways to keep herself warm this evening.
“I hope not,” she said back, although her tone was joking and she readily accepted the blanket, happy to have the help. “I mean,” Helena mused, “I did bring wine. In theory, being drunk would warm us up, right?”
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nate-shaw “Well if you’re still cold, why don’t you go ahead and climb right in then? That’ll warm you up. And should feel quite similar to, you know, the literal hell you climbed out of.”
“Not that I’d expect you to understand history,” Helena muttered, “but we stopped burning women for allegedly being witches, like, centuries ago. Something about it being problematic and misogynist. Neither of which, I assume, would bother you, but I thought I’d mention anyway.”
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leonvedder leon sits on the sand, away from the bonfire. he lights up a joint and offers it to the person next to him. “did you have fun?” the blond asks as he takes out a cigarette. “i can’t seem to quit,” he sighs, exhaling the smoke, gesturing at the watermelon flavored cigarette. “don’t give me shit for it and pass that joint, okay?” he grins.
“Do I look like I am giving you shit,” Helena enquired as she ignored the proffered joint and instead lit up a cigarette of her own, slowly blowing smoke into Leon’s face as if proving herself correct. “I did not. Running a booth was an absolute nightmare. I would have donated everything I had to charity to be free of it.”
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sav-grey who: @luxorstarters when: after the carnival fundraiser where: at the bonfire Sav had been one of the first students to get down to the bonfire, sitting on the edge of the fire with a (second...or maybe third) cup of spiked hot cider in her hand, fiddling with her phone as she waited for more people to say fuck it to the last bits of their booth shifts and come to enjoy the actual fun part of the night. People were starting to file in, Sav glancing up every so often, a furrow deepening on her brow as the one person she was actually waiting for continued to not show up. “Hey,” she said, loudly enough to catch the attention of someone she at least wouldn’t hate talking to while she waited when they passed close enough to her spot. “Have you seen Marcello?” she asked, really only having a one track mind at the moment.
“Far too much, yes,” Helena made a face at the thought of working on the booth with Marcello. “I can honestly say nobody is rooting for your relationship more than me. If that man ever gets back on the market, I will move far, far away. But if you meant have I seen him in the past half hour,” she went back to the original topic, “no. Fortunately.”
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reellykenzie “You do realize that by sitting by the fire, you would be warmed up? Whereas in the summer, it would make everyone more hot. So actually, it makes perfect sense for fall,” Kenzie pointed out. Of course she was eager to annoy Helena every chance she got.
“Because the fire is doing such an excellent job,” she shot back, wrapping her jacket tighter around herself. “Actually, it doesn’t actually heat up the surroundings hugely. Only if you are sat really close. So a summer bonfire makes perfect sense, to use your words. Giving everyone hypothermia on the other hand does not.”
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@luxorstarters
“I’m sure a bonfire would be a fabulous idea,” Helena muttered, “if we were in the middle of summer, ideally in a different country. As it is, I am freezing.”
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helena
Is that HELENA SPENCER-MAY? Wow, they do look a lot like PHOEBE DYNEVOR. I hear SHE is a NINETEEN year old SOPHOMORE who are studying ART HISTORY at Luxor University. Word is they are an ARISTOCRAT student who is FOR The Unhinged. You should watch out because they can be SNOBBISH and CHILDISH, but on the bright side they can also be GENEROUS and CHARMING. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself.
me here again w another failure, hels is probs the worst of the 3 lmfaooooo but dm me to plot w her!!
talk about hollywood problems, she’s got them // basics
Full Name: Lara Helena Spencer-May
Nicknames: Helena (she always uses her middle name), Lena, Hels, Your Royal Highness (she wishes)
Date of Birth: August 12, 2002 (current age 19)
Zodiac: Leo sun, Leo rising, Libra moon (also Virgo mercury, Libra venus, Gemini mars)
Birthplace: Zurich, Switzerland
Nationality: Swiss and American
Languages: Swiss German, French, English
Sexuality: Bisexual
Gender/Pronouns: Female, she/her
Course: Art History
she’s always looking for a wilder ride / / appearance
Faceclaim: Phoebe Dynevor
Height: 5′8
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Always dyed blonde, it’s naturally more of a strawberry blonde.
Piercings: Two lobe piercings in each ear
Style: Hyper feminine, Helena’s almost always wandering around in a skirt or dress. She sits on a barrier somewhere between cottage core and carefree - the type of outfits which look like they were thrown together in a hurry but cost more than someone’s entire yearly salary. She pulls a lot from 90s supermodels and a little from 60s mod culture.
and she’ll be fucking with her phone all night / / personality
MBTI: ESTP
Positive Traits: Generous, charming, passionate,
Negative Traits: Snobbish, childish, judgemental
Religious Beliefs: None, she probably leans more agnostic than atheist but she’s never really thought about it.
Description: Helena has pretty much the emotional maturity of Veruca Salt. Which is to say, she cares about one person in the world, and that is herself. She doesn’t make long term plans, instead pursuing short term happiness - which means that whatever she wants in that moment, she will go for. and if you stand between her and whatever she wants, no matter how dumb - whether it’s a bag or a college - she reacts dramatically. She’s not above throwing tantrums, literally stomping her feet and screaming, scratching, you name it, until she gets what she asked for. She once keyed an ex boyfriend’s car because he understandably refused to invite her to his sister’s wedding and Helena had already picked out her (white) outfit. In addition to this, Helena’s sheltered upbringing has made her extremely ignorant to the world as a whole. She fails to comprehend how anyone can not be rich, since it’s all she knows, and so she tends to assume that poor people are always lazy and unambitious. As a result, she refuses to associate herself with anyone who is a scholarship student or comes from a poor family, as she insists that mindset might be contagious and drag her down. Her mood can switch very rapidly - one minute she is being sweet and charming to you, and the next minute she is screaming and crying. She’s also extremely adept at crocodile tears, which she uses on everyone she wants something from, seeing no problem with manipulating others if it gets her what she wants. She generally has a very superior outlook on herself as opposed to others, hence why she just assumes she’s going to inherit the May family’s company, over her cousin.
she calls me girlie // biography
Helena Spencer-May was born in Zurich to a Swiss father, Matteo May, and an English mother, Margaret Spencer. Her father’s family own a large pharmaceuticals company which he works for; her mother is from old English aristocracy and works for the British museum. As a result, Helena grew up wanting for absolutely nothing, extremely rich and spoiled as well.
Still, despite her privilege her parents rarely had much time for her, so as a result Helena was sent off to boarding school in Paris from the age of eight, spending only a couple of weeks at a time actually with her family, which usually ended in some sort of work emergency cutting their time with her short anyway. As a result, Helena quickly learned to take care of herself and only herself, although this manifested into an absolute self centred nightmare - she’s the type of person who literally will not do anything which doesn’t benefit her, and her selfishness and attention seeking is usually the cause of the breakdown for every relationship in her life.
Helena spent most of her life aspiring to attend either Cambridge or the University of St Andrews, where Prince William met Kate Middleton so in her mnd clearly it would be the start of a fabulous love story between herself and some royalty. However, her grandparents had other ideas and wanted her to attend Luxor for college. Honestly, it was the first time in Helena’s life that she had ever been told no, and she responded accordingly: tantrums, begging, screaming, and as many crocodile tears as her eyes could produce. Still, they would not budge on their position - and since Helena’s entire family pretty much sucks up to her grandparents in the hopes that they will inherit the family business, there was little she could do. So, Helena arrived at Luxor for her freshman year.
She’s been pretty untouched by the events at the school, to be honest. She also could not care less about anyone’s dirty little secrets, because frankly, if it doesn’t involve her she’s not interested. But that doesn’t mean she’s not hiding a layer of fear still. And she’s definitely not invincible.
she gets into corners that water can’t // extra facts
- Plays the flute. Will not react to innuendoes based around this.
- Adores classical art and Greek mythology, and covers her walls in prints. Dresses as Helen of Troy every single Halloweeen.
- English is her third language, and her accent is kind of an amalgamation of British and American English due to the combination of her living in the US and having an English mother. (When she is mad or upset, she sounds more Swiss.)
- Loves Lana Del Rey. Obviously. She thinks Ultraviolence is the best album and her mind will not be changed. Likes moodily looking out of the window while holding a cigarette as Shades of Cool plays.
got that look upon her face, says she’s twenty minutes late // connections
CURRENT CONNECTIONS:
Friends: Noor, Rhia, Kai, Sky
Hookups: Adam
Enemies: JACK
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
Queen Bees: A group of female friends who rule the school. Think the Plastics, or This Is What Makes Us Girls by Lana del Rey. They probably party hard and drink too much, but aren’t super loyal - don’t think they won’t ditch each other for any reason which suits them better.
Hookups: Guys or girls - Helena is into both. She’s pretty confident in knowing what she wants and she’s not afraid to go get it, so hookups are much more her style than actual relationships. Bonus points if your character catches feelings since Helena can be pretty heartless.
Ex: Helena may be a bitch, but it would be interesting to have plots where she’s the one who got broken up with - especially if she’s not over it. She would definitely try to act like she was fine, but the truth comes out one way or another...
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hunter-rockwell “What if you’re directing your own universe the way fate wants?” Hunter questioned her, raising his eyebrow at him with an amused smile on his lips, just wanting to annoy the girl. “Helena of Troy... Do you also have a twin sister? Definitely wouldn’t mind the double view,” The corners of his lips quirked up into a smirk. “I said we were not strangers anymore. It will take a little longer to become best friends. I don’t even know your dorm number.”
“The thought makes me angry,” she said jokingly in response, although her smirk made it clear that she didn’t take the question seriously. “The world would be blessed if I did,” Helena added, “but there is only one of me. And my dorm number? A little obvious, don’t you think?” She teased, tilting her head to the side as if questioning his motives, which were admittedly as obvious as she had stated.
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harringtcnx “Pretty common for a party at this time.” Kai shrugged, letting his gaze travel over her as she spoke. “I can imagine something like that dragging on for what seems like a lifetime. What’s at the top of the list of desires? Something more than a smoke and a chat?” The mention of Jack left him amused, wondering what pain he possibly put Helena through this time to earn him this particular reaction. “I know the one...I could of saved you the trouble and told you that, though perhaps it’s better you came to that conclusion all on your own.”
“Well,” she pondered the question, “that would be telling. I wouldn’t want to be easy to read, you know?” With a soft laugh, Helena shook her head. “I would have gladly taken your word over being forced to deal with that conversation.This cigarette is better company than him. Although you’re not so bad either,” she allowed, the corners of her lips raising in approval. “And what brings you out here? Just a smoke and a chat? Or something more?” She mimicked his question, turning it back onto him with a raise of her eyebrows.
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rob-ioane who: @helenaspencer where: rob’s dorm when: weekend of oct 1 Rob didn’t often drink to the point of being drunk. But they did occasionally go out and partake in the typical college party scene, rather than are more laid back night of smoking. And the night before had certainly been one of those. When Rob awoke, they were definitely hungover, squeezing their eyes shut as they tried to somehow find a way out of that predicament. Unfortunately, there was no way, and the fastest way certainly included getting some water, which required Rob to actually get up. As they stretched, their limbs came in contact with another body, Rob cringing away slightly from the surprise, though a one night stand wasn’t anything new to them. But they certainly had little to no recollection of bringing someone home with them the night before. Helena. Of all people, it was Helena. They gaped at her for a moment, before glancing around, trying to think of how they could get out of this situation without having to wake the blonde girl, though they would obviously have to to get her out of their dorm at some point.
The fuzziness and pain in her head gave Helena an inkling of what kind of mistakes she might have made the night before, knowing her usual activities while drunk, and so the feeling of someone else coming into contact with her did not come as an absolute shock. Still, she could not account entirely for her taste when drunk, so she was almost fearful at first of opening her eyes - was it Kai, or lord forbid, Kyle again? Knowing she had to face the situation sooner rather than later, Helena slowly propped herself up on an elbow, blinking as she turned to face the other person in the bed, before she jolted in absolute horror as Rob’s face came into focus. Rob, of all people. Rob, the insufferable climate activist or whatever the fuck. Had she truly stopped so low? “What,” Helena said slowly, her terror barely contained within her tone of voice, “the fuck?”
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plotting call
please like this if you’d like some new plots with helena for the new term!
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text: rob
rob: you admitting you're unhappy might the most human thing you've ever done
rob: that's disgusting, i'd personally suggest finding a better analogy but that's just me
helena: i'd hate to sound human. let me adjust the statement. we are an incredibly happy family when loren is not around.
helena: i was going to say similar to the royal family, but it's a similar issue and i can't think about prince andrew without wanting to punch him in the face
helena: or the power struggle in ancient egypt, but again ... sister wives.
helena: would made in chelsea work?
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lucent-luca who: @helenaspencer when: end of september. where: party, courtyard, bar, something like dat. image Seeing as the blonde girl stood like she owned the entire place, Luca was enticed to see how much of her tenacity would carry over with him. She practically radiated wealth, and while girls like that were usually accompanied by a foul attitude, most times they often had daddy issues which made it even easier to get their clothes off. “Hey. Hope it doesn't offend you if I tell you you’re the hottest person at this place.”
“Why would the truth offend me?” She questioned, refusing to even hide her ego from Luca. After all, shouldn’t one start as they meant to go on? “If this is the beginning of your attempt to get into my pants, however,” she continued, “there are more subtle ways to go about it. You’re giving me massive red flags right now which I am choosing to ignore.”
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nate-shaw Nate couldn’t help the slight laugh that left his lips at Helena’s eye roll, shaking his head at her. “I’ve never gotten any complaints before. Quite the opposite actually,” he said with a shrug, his hand pushing his hair out of his face as he eyed her. “Seems like a win-win to me, now that you point that out. Either you jump off a building or you’re actually not the worst fucking human to be around. And it’s not like you’re bad looking, so no sweat off my back. Though you do seem like you’d be bad in bed, if I’m being honest. Since you’re so uptight and all.”
“Well at least I can’t fault you for acknowledging that I am hot,” she said in a tone of finality. “Too bad I am simply out of your league. Touching to know that you have those kinds of dreams about me, though. In the unlikely event that my family were to tragically and impossibly lose all of their money, I can count on one supporter of my OnlyFans.”
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rob-ioane “Everyone’s bothered by your presence, Helena,” Rob countered. “You’re only using the spot to piss everyone off which I know is one of your only uses in life, but let’s think about who’s actually more productive,” they said snidely, not in the mood to go back and forth with the blonde in the moment, though that was in fact, exactly what they were doing. “I’m not involved in anything. Show me when the representation of black member of the LBGTQ community is apart of the United States in any manner, and then maybe it’ll be a different discussion, but until then, fuck outta here with that,” they immediately snapped, Helena’s comment a surefire way to get Rob to go off. “Don’t you brag about how you’re related to Diana all the time? I’ve definitely heard you say that before. That’s the literal cousin marrying English aristocracy who are like, the biggest colonizers in the world.”
Maybe it was a little obvious from her smug expression that she had managed to do exactly what she set out to - annoy Rob just as much as Rob had annoyed her - but Helena didn’t exactly care what the other thought. “Aw,” she said condescendingly, clasping her hands together as if emotional. “I had no idea you paid so much attention to what I say. I’m truly touched.”
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nate-shaw “I’m on an athletic scholarship, brains really aren’t the point of me being here,” Nate replied with an easy shrug. He never really tried to hide the fact that he hated school, nor was he really good at it. He kept his GPA exactly where it needed to be, and not a point higher. A smirk twitched across his face as Helena pushed him away, entertained by obviously irritating her, shrugging up his shoulders. “Hey, it wasn’t about me surviving without you, it was about you surviving without me. Plus, your face looks all pinched from being miserable all the time. Going to give you wrinkles,” he said, having heard his mother fret about that kind of thing far to often, and knowing it would drive someone as vain as Helena crazy to have it pointed out. “Pretty sure a good lay would help with that, but hey, what do I know? I’m brainless after all.”
“Oh you don’t say,” she muttered, raising her eyebrows as if utterly shocked by the revelation. “And I’ll choose to take my skincare advice elsewhere, if that’s completely okay. Unless you happen to have any qualifications I could peruse?” Leaving the question rhetorical, she was unable to help the eye roll which followed his final statement. “Well you did just admit as much yourself. No need to be upset about the truth. Although I fail to see how giving me PTSD from the sight of your disgusting penis would make me any more bearable. Unless you were trying to give me a reason to jump off of a building?”
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