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Zosia Solomon ✖ 28 ✖ Professional Artist ✖ Bisexual

‣ BIOGRAPHY ↴

Spoiled would be an understatement to describe Zosia Svahnstrom. Born to an heiress of billions and a self-made multi-millionaire, she’s wanted for absolutely nothing her entire life. Zosia was born in a mansion on the North Shore of Long Island and since that day, her entire childhood, she only lived in luxury and had been pampered from the start. Luckily, her personality never really entirely reflected her nearly-royal DNA and aside from reflections, she wasn’t much like her family. She made a choice one day to quit private school and attend public, something her family and all their wealthy neighbors thought to be far beneath them. It was the only way to get Zosia to attend school. Her father had too much of a soft spot to fully argue with her and her mother eventually wore down without the backup, and that left young Zosia to get her way. The argument made, however, had been hard to beat, especially since it went so far beyond her personality and she clashed with the kids at school so much that all she did was butt heads with them. Zosia didn’t like that wealth and who had the best what or the biggest that was all that mattered to everyone around her, everything was a competition and she hated the feeling of always being measured. That way of life felt shallow to her, not just the peers she went to school with but the world she grew up in as well. Love wasn’t in short supply from her parents and she was blessed with their looks, though it often left her feeling frustrated that most people didn’t look past the surface. Zosia craved more from life and from her connections and interactions with others. She wanted people she could really talk to and those that were interested in life rather than parading. Achievements scholastically were fairly easy. She was sharp and witty like her father and carried her mother’s allure and poise. Sometimes she wondered if she intimidated her teachers into giving her top grades and rather than being upset by that, she found it an amusing thought but never made to exploit it. Like her mother, Gia, Zosia looked too adult for her age and her beauty was hard to resist and she faced very similar things her mother did when she was 16. Men started coming around, even her father’s business friends tried getting her attention. Zosia hardly showed any interest and quietly despised the disrespect she often felt in the actions of those seeking her attention and affections. There was a time in particular when one of her suitors, a man that clearly went above and beyond to try and win her materialistically, bought her a brand new Ferrari in hopes of gaining her attention and time. Zosia crashed the car and made sure it was totaled beyond repair. Any jewelry given to her by these men, she would donate or give away, having no interest in the material things she could easily get herself. Love was found though with a small pub owner in the city; he drank, he smoked, played music, and just had an all-around wildness to him that Zosia wasn’t used to. The relationship was kept secret from her parents, it had to have been due to their very different social classes and coming from two very different worlds. Plus, Zosia liked having something of her own and free from the constant judgment. She knew her parents wouldn’t approve, especially since the pub owner was older, much too old for the then eighteen-year-old Zosia. The secret relationship went on for nearly two years and ended abruptly when an absolute nightmare happened that still haunts her to this very day. The couple had been having issues, things were no longer quite as rosy between them anymore and it had largely been due to Zosia finding out about his drug problem. He wasn’t a heavy addict, it gave him mood swings and changed his personality in some ways that made Zosia pull back. They tried to repair things and while she hadn’t left his side or given up on their relationship, he had become jealous of a male friend of her that she was close to. Surprising her one day with a stop at her house just outside of the city, he was acting strange and speaking in goodbyes as he stood on her doorstep. Zosia went to grab something he had asked for in the house and she had it in her hand, turning back towards the door when the words “I will always love you” were spoken just before he took his own life with the gun he hand in his hand. Shaken to the core, hurt and depressed, broken at the loss, Zosia allowed her family to move her across the country to California. She was still in a deep state of grief when she learned she was with child and she still doesn’t understand how it all happened, only remembers bits of what is now another one of her family’s deeply buried secrets. The being whisked away to “have it taken care of”, and it wasn’t until she began to come out of her depression that she remembers the hospital and some of the whispers. A fight ensued with her parents and billionaire grandfather and Zosia received no real answers, only that she had taken herself out on her own once again. They lived in a world where they believed they were above just about anything and anyone, they made their own rules and had the power and influence to make them so. It was a pattern in her life of being forced to be apart of their world and her trying to get away from it, only now as an adult with some money and a name for herself in the art world she could make a real attempt at living her own life by her own rules. Back when she lived in New York, just outside of the city, Zosia attended Tisch School of the Arts to hone her talents and perfect natural skills she had with painting. Ever since she was capable as a child Zosia was drawing and painting, she enjoyed using her hands to craft and create things. Learning about sculpting and woodworking in high school she expanded upon her artistic skill set and often made mixed media artwork. Thanks to her family name being so known around the city and holding power she had much of her paintings seen, some even sold and displayed as abstract works seemed to be her greatest talent they were the most sought after when it came to selling or loaning pieces. She traveled south and away from her family in Long Beach and set to make a name for herself strictly on her artwork and talent alone, changing her last name from Svahnstrom to Solomon, in hopes that any influence it could have on the west coast be put to bed right away. It had been something she had always been insecure about if anyone truly liked what she created or if it was simply for whom she was and whom she was the child of. Now living in Los Angeles, the pressures of her parents aren’t far away but they have given her some room to be herself and do her own thing. Mostly due to her father’s say so because of his guilt and since her mother would like for Zosia to follow in her’s and her grandfather’s footsteps of the family business back in Sweden. While dining with the royal family was fun and quite an unforgettable experience the last thing she wants is to be anything like her family. Aside from her art, Zosia really wants to be a writer and has begun attending classes at the university and while she’s made some progress with her painting she has yet to fall anywhere with her words. With no romantic prospect in mind, Zosia took herself on lonely dates that mainly comprised of watching other couples and feeling her chest constrict at the sight. In free time that she had no clue what to do with other than lurk in libraries and street corner cafes when it came to reading and writing, it seemed a second chance would happen. It was at one of these cafes that Zosia heard the pleasant sound of his voice above all others, which is when her eyes first found the man she would learn was named Marco. He’d been alone and spoke English with a thick Italian accent, which was definitely what compelled Zosia to get up and introduce herself out of intrigue mostly. The gorgeous face, warm eyes, dark velvety hair, and soothing voice had nothing to do with it at all. Marco’s presence was the unexpected and anticipated sensation of sweet relief all at once. Zosia’s instant attraction to the brunette had brought down a barrier within her. She suddenly had desired to make her beautiful companion laugh and be interested and impressed. Conversation flowed from Zosia’s lips as if she was seventeen again. In Marco’s presence, her body instantly relaxed and unwound, as if recognizing an old friend. An old friend that it felt right to trust and kiss and touch and make moan in ways she had never felt drawn to in so many years. Zosia had never felt a love so charged before, was this what safety felt like? It had been so long since her heart had felt so open. There was a new tenderness in it that existed not out of pain, but out of her longing to be nearer. Moving in had seemed inevitable, as the longer they spent together the better. Zosia hadn’t thought they were moving fast, but some forces at be seemed to. She had never expected to lead a life with someone else in happiness. Alas, even her refreshed outlook on sharing a future with an equal did not go as planned either. If she had known that a few more days wrapped up in Marco is all she had to feel the warmth of love fluttering in her chest, she wouldn’t have let him out of sight. In the middle of one of the following nights, Marco unexpectedly fled without explanation, leaving an abundance of questions and worry behind. Zosia’s questions and worries, that is. Marco was brilliant minded and capable of being out in the world on his own, Zosia knew that much of the little she knew of the man, but his absence felt like death had walked into Zosia’s life again. The abandonment took a heavy toll on the already weary and grief-stricken shoulders of the artist, leaving her to cave in on herself a little. Putting her hands to work had seemed to be the only thing that pulled the gloomy woman from her bed; whether it was paint brushes in her hands or carving and sculpting tools in her grip, books held gently and typewriter keys under her fingertips, through her continued charity work and completely throwing herself into saving anything and everyone she could — Zosia found a way to maintain.

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