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Welcome to A Cup-pella, Dean! We’re excited to have you and Colin Miller in the game! Please go through the checklist to make sure you’re ready to go and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

OOC INFO

Name + pronouns: Dean + she/her Age: 22 Timezone: GMT Ships: Colin/Chem, Colin/Power bottoms Anti-Ships: Colin/No chem

IC INFO

Full Name: Colin Chesqua Miller Face Claim: Chyler Leigh Age/Birthday: 26 / May 28, 1992 Occupation: K-5 Teacher / Member of April’s Growers Personality: Attentive, Pacifist, Indecisive, Sentimental, Loyal, Protective, Sceptical, Self-critical Hometown: San Antonio, Texas Bio:

Colin Chesqua was the first born to a veterinarian couple with a not-so-small animal practice in San Antonio, Texas. That being said, Colin grew up surrounded by animals and she loved it. It would be a lie to say that she got tired of endless barks and whimpers and hisses around her, but it would be a bigger lie to say that being surrounded by animals almost 24/7 made her want to follow her parents’ footsteps and, eventually, join their little team of veterinarians. Oddly enough, Colin preferred caring for kids like her. Human.

For so long, only she knew that about herself. Everyone had always expected her to be an aspiring animal doctor like her parents — the clients who always frequented the clinic, her classmates, her teachers at school, who seemed way too eager to help her find the best university she could go to when she graduates (which was honestly a very long way, at that time), and even her grandmother, who had always been a huge fan of letting her children and grandchildren do what they want to do in life. Colin knew she couldn’t blame them. Not with her not showing any signs of wanting something else for herself.

Well, maybe, just maybe, she did think that she was bound to be a vet as well. Maybe it’s just how life was. You’re a daughter of a pair of doctors; of course you’d be a doctor too.

That was until her younger sister, Dominique, was born the summer before fourth grade. As she grew up, it became very obvious that Dominique was everything Colin was not. Sure, they shared a mutual love for animals. They often bonded over cleaning cages and enclosures and equipment in the clinic, but while Colin only wanted to coo and care for the animals in a pet owner kind of way (because she honestly preferred human kids…), Dominique was the one always asking their parents about the intricate this and that of being a vet.

Years went by, Dominique became closer to their parents, but Colin did not resent her for that. Instead, she celebrated it. Gone were the questioning looks she often got from her parents when she’d bypass pamphlets from universities that catered to the field of Science, though she did get the occasional tut and shake of the head from her father. Colin would later on reason that she would not be a loss to them; that Dominique was there to continue their legacy while she… well, while she went to a catholic school to become a teacher, and she had her grandmother as an inspiration for that.

(No, her grandmother did not insinuate anything at all. Bless her soul.)

“A teacher! Your monthly salary will barely pay for an apartment’s monthly rent!”

Colin was aware of that, but nothing stopped her from applying, anyway. Her parents weren’t pleased, but there must have been something in the air that one night she announced that she’d been accepted in the University of her choice. Sure, it wasn’t as joyous as she’d hoped it would be, but her parents agreed to help pay for her tuition, full ride, while keeping her trust fund untouched. What more could she want? Nothing.

Or, so she thought.

She would have liked a warning. Schooling went perfectly fine and smooth for Colin. She had never been the kind of person who sought after parties and outdoor activities as her way of unwinding, so there weren’t a lot of distractions in Colin’s life. Though she did dabble in playing for bands during certain school occasions when they needed a guitarist, but that’s beside the point. The point was, the distraction came when it was finally time for practical semester. She’d been assigned to be an assistant teacher to an old, very gentle public teacher, who was contemplating retirement in the same year. She’d later on find out that she wasn’t the only assistant given to her.

Long story short, she discovered she’s one mess of a lesbian; the other practicing teacher was one hell of a confident woman, who made Colin’s body burn to the third degree while she’s underneath, barking her needs and wants, and was also the type who didn’t believe in all strings attached.

Long story even shorter, they maintained a girlfriends-but-also-kind-of-just-fuck-buddies relationship and it was on one, stormy day, when classes were suspended and they were free to stay home (at the clinic, in Colin’s case), that said practice teacher burst into the place, carrying her nearly lifeless dog and — it must have been the relief, the desperation for reassurance, that she cried out and ran to Colin and practically smashed her lips with her own. Right there. In front of her parents. And then it was a flurry of agreements between her and her parents — she was going to get a job in some place other than Texas after graduating — and, eventually, moving what was most valuable to her into her new apartment in New York.

Pets: None.

Relationships:

Nicola de Rocha and Kitty Wilde — Colin wouldn’t say that they helped her get settled down during her moving period, but she wouldn’t also claim to have been completely neglected by her … youthful roommates. It started off with a typical introduction to each other whenever either or both of them were present while Colin’s trying to find her place in the already well-occupied apartment. There’s the bathroom. I use it at this particular time. Do not mess with my schedule. Also, get your own copy of the key. That would be the summary of it, up until Colin came upon a quaint coffee shop not so far away from their building. It turned out that both her roommates also frequented the establishment. That didn’t exactly make them best friends all of a sudden, but there’s a comfortable connection there, knowing that she wasn’t going to confront New York city all alone after all.

Grace Fitzgerald — There’s nothing like the excitement of meeting a fellow teacher; of knowing that someone who shared the same interest of helping others also knew the struggles of writing lesson plans ‘til the break of dawn (if you’re slacking, that is). There are not a lot of shenanigans when it came to her casual friendship with Grace. They’re just two teachers who sometimes meet at the cafe to discuss potential charity events over a cup of coffee — if they’re not complaining about entitled parents and annoying, spoiled brats.

EXTRA INFO

Twitter name/twitter URL/description:

cc ☕👩‍🏫 @ccmiller:

always writing lesson plans and making instructional materials. always. no break. no. and i’m 26.

Five latest tweets:

@ccmiller: this twitter account is strictly accessible only by people i accept!!! @parents of my students, please stop typing my name in the search box and asking permission to follow me. thank you. @ccmiller: maybe i should just… replace my name, huh? #secretidentityletsgo @ccmiller: WE’RE HAVING AN EVENT THIS DECEMBER. WE COULD USE MORE HANDS TO MAKE IT HAPPEN. IT WILL INVOLVE PUPPIES. DM FOR FURTHER INQUIRIES. THANK YOU. @ccmiller: … holy shit. my guitar string snapped and it almost hit my eye. goddammit. THAT WAS A NEW SET OF STRINGS. @ccmiller: nothing like a good ol’ iced latte in the morning @acup ☕ p.s. mean girl to my three o'clock. damn.

#accepted

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