#xo.intro

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.･:*:･ﾟ ’ valentino  espsito , a  twenty  three  year   old , cismale ,  works  as  a  musician  who  came  from  manhattan  roots  .  while  they  were  attending  st  jude’s  they  were  known  as  the  broken  bird  because  they  could  be  very  reticent  .  those  closest  to  them  say  they’re  quite  stoic  though  .  to  get  a  better  understanding  of  who  they  are  ,  some  things  you  may  notice  about  them  are  ferocious  memories  dancing  across  his  flesh  before  sinking  their  teeth  into  him  ,  the  feeling  of  pain  reminding  him  of  his  own  presence  in  the  world  ,  night  sweats  that  form  a pool  of  anger  and  an  ocean  of  sadness .  you  may  have  mistaken  them  for  justin  bieber .

hi   hello  peaches  !!    this  ?  is  a  fucking  train  wreck  i  call  valentino  but  god  do  i  fucking  love  him  ?  he’s  the  combination  of  two  muses  of  mine  and  well  i’m  really  excited  to  explore  him  !  all  while  going  back  to  my  jb  roots  (  can  you  believe  there  was  a  time  where  the  only  male  fc  i  could  use  was  the  love  of  my  life  justin  bieber  ?   is  it  crack  ?  is  that  what  i  was  smoking  ?  ) if  you  would  like  to  learn  more  about  valentino  ,  please  just  keep  reading  !!  oh  please  bare  with  me  ,  me   and  introductions  are  not  friends .  

❝   ┄  𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂  !

chapters  of  a  childhood  that  reflected  two  halves  of  then  and  now  .  like  a  book  that  cannot  be  ripped  from  your  hands  ,  the  esposito’s   story  captured  hues  of  millions  .  expect  ,  instead   of  unfolding  on  pages  of  a  book  ,  their  lives  were  recorded  by  the  hands  of  the  media  /  smiling  (  or  hands  up  covering  irritated  expressions  )  on  the  front  pages  of  magazine  ,  elaborating  on  success  and  fortune  with  oprah winfrey  ,  beautiful   photoshoots  that  are  plastered  with  such  brands  as  vogue  and  elle  magazine  .  adored  .  you  could  consider  them  that  .   they  were  affluence  dipped  in  sovereignty .

alessandro  esposito  ,  fifteen  years  old  when  he  came  to  america  from  naples italy  .  for  two  weeks  ,  him  and  his  family  of  seven  slept  on  the  cold  streets  of  new  york  .  his  father  ,  a  business  man  that  went  bankrupt  decided  to  allow  his  legs  to  run  and  run  until  they  landed  him  to  america  in  search  of  a  second  chance  .  that  year  ,  had  been  a  year  of  struggle .  but  it  taught  alessandro  all  he  needed  to  know  ,  showed  him  everything  he  refused  to  be  .  

alessandro  ,  he  put  himself  through  college  .  got  a  job  the  minute  his  feet  touched  new  york  at  an  italian  owned  pizza  place  , and  ran  himself  through  the  ringer  with  school  .  he  wanted  to  study  business  .  be  the  man  his  father  never  was  .  he  was  determined  .

it  was  his  junior  year  where  he  meet  sienna   remis  ,   the  twenty  something  year  old  break  out  model  ..  who  in  reality  should  of  never  given  alessandro  the  time  or  day  ..  but  she  gave  him  more  then  that  ,  four  years  later  ,  she  gave  him  her  word  that  she  was  in  it  with  him  forever  .  

she  did  not  want  children  .  she  was  a  model  .  used  her  body  for  her  work  ,  worked  for  her  body  .  struggled  with  herself  to  remain  the  model  of  every  company’s  dream  .  and  then  , she  accidentally  got  pregnant  .  and  despite  having  no  intentions  of  keeping  it  ,  one  look  at   her  husbands  face  and  she  made  a  decision  that  would  cost  her  .  she  had  it  .  

and  then  ,  she  had   another  one  .  and  then  another  one  ..  and  then  ,  another  one  .

the  esposito’s  were  a  traditional  italian  family  ,  spent  almost  every  moment  with  one  another  .  celebrated  holidays  at  nonna  &  nonno’s  .  did  family  vacations  with  their  four  aunts  /  uncles  and  their  seventeen  cousins  .  the  esposito’s  as  a  whole  ,   were  successful  .  alessandro’s  oldest  brother  being  a  plastic  surgeon  for  celebrities  such  as  kim  kardashian  and  kylie  jenner . his  sister  ,  she  dabbled  in  the  world  of  acting  before  settling  into  fashion  design  .  his  youngest  brother  worked  along  his  side  ,  building  an  empire  of  hotels  and  restaurants   .  and  ,  his  youngest  sister  whom  had  the  ability  to  capture  a  thousand  words  in  single  painting  moved  back  to  italy  to  live  a  normal  life  .  

zynaty ,  the  empire  that  holds  hundreds  of  hotels  and  restaurants  across  the  globe  .  the  business  that  took  alessandro  and  his  brother  everything  they  had  to  create .

valentino  navarone  clemente  esposito  was  the  second  child  to  alessandro   and  sienna  .   from  the  moment   he  open  warm  colored  hues  ,  took  his  first  breaths  ,  privilege  was  granted  to  him  .   a  child  in  the  spotlight  ,  it  was  what  he  became  .  one  of  the    esposito’s  destined  to  do  great  things  .  to  be  somebody  .  the  media  ate  him  up .  everything  he  did  ,  everything  his  siblings  did  ,  they  wanted  to  be  apart  of  it  ,  to  exploit  ,  to  adore  ,  to  wait  and  watch  how  they  would  unfold  .

the  first  eleven  years  of  valentino’s  childhood  consisted  of  tender  forehead  kisses  and  the  feeling  of  warm  comfort  wrapping  around  him  like  a  blanket  .  his  days  consisting  of  laughter  that  fell  from  his  siblings  lips  ,  sports  that  shook  all  of  his  energy  right  out  of  him  .  homemade  dinners  ,  forced  movie  nights  (  though  deep  down  he  always  enjoyed  snuggling  up  to  his  mother  ) ,  tutors  ,  piano  lessons  ,  and  guitar  lessons  .  by  the  time  he  was  eight  ,  he  was  fluent  in  italian  .  played  on  three  different  hockey  teams  .  bickered  with  his  oldest  brother  like  it  was  his  job  (  but  more  so  because  he  wanted  to  do  everything  he  did  and  did  not  like  being  told  no  .  )  spent  hours  in  his  fathers  office  gazing  out  the  windows  ,  eating  greasy  burgers  with  his  father  in  exchange  that  neither  of  them  would  snitch  to  the  others  .  summers  with  his   grandparents  in  italy  .  at  the  age  of  ten  he  was  staring  in  commercials  such  as  toy’s  r  us  and  even  chef  boyardee .  

the  esposito’s  were  being  offered  reality  tv  show’s  ,  the  spot  of  ambassador’s  for  ridiculously   prosperous  brands  .  everything  they  did  ,  it  was  an  article  .   sienna  takes  her  children  out  to  the  park  ,  alessandro  walks  the  family  dog  ,  valentino  scored  final  goal  .  and  then  ,  it  happened  .  headlines  of  ,  valentino  esposito  admitted  to  hospital  due  to  injuries  from  his  mother  .

sienna  ,  she  was  tender  .  angelic.  had  a   smile  that  melted  hearts  .  her  laughter  felt  like  music  to  your  ears  ..  everyone  described  her  as  gentle  ,  a  beautiful  soul .  but  after  her  last  child  ,  she fell  into  such  dark  places  .  so  dark  that  drinking  her  way  out  of  them  seemed  to  be  the  only  way  to  survive  .  to  get  through  it  … but  the  drinking  always  made  her  violent  .  usually  ,  it  was  never  anything  more  then  her  screaming  horrid  words  to  her  children .  usually  she  saved  physical  contact  for  alessandro  .  the  next  morning  ,  she’d  beg  for  forgiveness  .  buy  the   gifts  and  allow  them  to  stay  home  from  school  .  she’d  swear  she’d  never  do  it  again  ,  and  for  weeks  she  wouldnt  .  and  then  ,  like  a  switch   she  would  .

nine  pm  ,  alessandro  headed  to  las  vegas  for  a  business  trip  (  one  that  included  his  mistress  ) ,  his  mom  she  found  the  liquor  cabinet  .   one  drink  turned  to three and  three  turned  to  the  whole  bottle  vanishing  . valentino  remembers  , her  screams  and  his  little  brother  crying  .  he  was  always  protective  ,  and  when  his  oldest  brother  was  not  around  he  always  felt  like  it  was  even  more  of  his  duty  to  watch  out  for  his .  so  that’s  what  he  did  .  his  feet  leading him  down  to  the  kitchen  ..  and  when  his  hues  reached  hers  ,  the  once  angelic  mother  he  knew  ,  he  loved  disappeared  .  she  was  a  monster  in  human  form   .   and  her  hands  had  reached  for  his  brother  and  non  stop  shook  him  as  she  repeated  ,  screamed  how  much  she  never  wanted  them  .  that  she  never  wanted  them  .

valentino  remembers  this  much  ,  fear .  confusion .  the  need  to  free  his  little  brother  .  and  then  he  remembers  covering  his  face  ,  pleading  for  her  to  stop  ,  and  pain .

it  was  his  brother  who  called  the  cops  ,  and  when  he  got  to  the  hospital  he  had  broken  ribs  ,  bruises  that  covered  his  faces  like  it  skin  tone  was  purple  ,  and   a  concussion .

the  months  after  that  ,  consisted  of  legal  actions  .  divorces  .  therapy  .  and  attempting  to  heal  .  something  that  was  deemed  impossible  with  the  media  constantly  throwing  it  back  into  their  faces . pleading  for  their  statements  ,  wanting  to  dig  deeper  .  paparazzi  harassing  not  only  his  family  ,  but  friends  of  his  family  ,  co  workers  ,  teachers  ,  nannies  .  it  got  so  bad  ,  alessandro  took  him  and  his  children  back  to  italy  for  an  entire  year  .  wanting  to  give  them  enough  time  to  adjust  ,  to  heal  ,  all  while  trying  to  heal  on  his  own  .  

❝   ┄  𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓯𝓽. 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼  !

hard  headed  and  words  like  knives  ,  a  burning  fire  lives  within  the  boy  .  one  that  holds  onto  pain  and  anger  ,  their  claws  slashing  violently  into  his  heart  .  after  the  accident  ,  he  was  told  he  had  sad  eyes  .  and  for  a  while  ,  it  was  because  it  was  true  .  sadness  had  intertwined  themselves  within  him  ,  and  when  he  finally  got  tired  of  the  hole  in  his  heart  that  dropped  to  their  needs  pleading  with  anyone  to  help  it  ,  he  pushed  the  sadness   out  and  let  anger  stand  in  it’s  place  .

there’s  sanity  in  the  constancy  his  fist  always  presented  him  ,  in  italy  he  found  himself  in  fights  after  fights  .  twelves  year  old  ,  fighting  his  demons  and  fighting  anyone  who  wronged  him  even  in  the  smallest  of  senses  .  

he’s  like  picking  up  dice  and  praying  you  land  on  a  good  number  ,  you  never  know  what  you’ll  get  ..  will  you  see  the  specks  of  playfulness  and  charm  ?  his  anger  that burns  brighter  then  any  fire ?  the  silent  sadness ?

his  ambition  is  gold  .  he  wants  to  be  something  in  this  world  .  and  his  passion  and  intelligent  helps  keep  him  on  this  path .

being  an  athlete  has  always  come  natural  to  him  ,  he  was  that  kid  who  was  good  at  literally  everything  he  did  ..  and  while  he  doesnt  play  hockey  anymore  ,  or  as  much  as  he  use  to  ,  he  still  gets  himself  up  at  five  am  to  run  .

his  family  is  a  priority  .  the  only  people  who  get  all  of  him  ,  his  sadness  ,  his  softness  ,  his  broken  pieces  ,  his  protectiveness  ,  his  loyalty  ,  his  undying  love .

despite  what  you  may  think  ,  he  has  a  big  heart  .  it  sneaks  to  the  surface  with  small  acts  of  kindness  ..  the  way  his  hand  will  reach  out  to  you  with  intentions  of  affection  before  retreating  .  it’s  in  his  words  of  , ‘ did  you  eat  ? ‘  and  ,  ‘ let  me  walk  ya  home ‘

he  is  a  lover  ,  no  matter  how  hard  he  tries  to  convince  you  his  heart  is  cold  that  will  never  be  the  case  .  ever  .

he’s  a  curious  person ,  and  usually  ends  up  getting  suck  into  people  and  things  despite  his  promises  that  he  wont  .

he  hates  commitment  and  attachment  .. but  can  you  blame  him.

has  this  fear  that  everyone  he  loves  will  somehow  someway  hurt  him .

has  a  bad  habit  of  hurting  those  who  hurt  him .

he’s  unpredictable  ,  stubborn   ,   a  little  sarcastic .

he  can  be  cruel  ,  unemotionally  unavailable  .  it’s  always  easier  to  feel  nothing  then  feel .  (  has  a  constant  fight  with  himself  on  whether  he  should  let  you  in  ,  but  he  will  if  you  are  determined  enough  ..  as  much  as  he  can  )

he’s  super  intelligent  ,  quick  with  numbers  .  his  dad  use  to  tell  him  he   was  going  to  be  a  king ,  at  least  in  the  business  industry  ..  

loves  children  ..  definitely  cannot  wait  to  have  children  of  his  own  some day .

he  still  spends  a  lot  of  his  time  in  italy  ,  usually  with  his  grandparents  or  his  aunt .  he  likes  it  there  ,  likes  being  able  to  breathe  ,  to  walk  down  the  street  without  harassment  .

he  wanted  to  go  into  his  dad’s  business  ,  his  dad  wanted  him  to  come  into  the  business .  but  ,  he  instead  found  his  passion  in  music ?  it  was  not  surprising ,  the  baby  has  always  been talented  ..  it  just  took  him  a  little  longer  to  realize  that  it  was  what  he  wanted  to  do .

has  a  journal  he  carries  with  him  almost  every  where  ,  he  remembers  in  the  seventh  grade  someone  teased  him  about  it  being  a  diary  .  he  also   got  suspended  that  day  . it’s  his  song  book  ,  the  only  way  to  really  know  him .

he  learned  fast  that   ,  he  never  wanted  to  inflict  harm  onto  anyone  else  like  his  mom  did  ..  and  at  twenty  four  is  not  a  violent  guy  .  he  acts  out  of  self  defense  but  will  never  put  his  hands  on  you  first  .

on  that  note  ,  do  not  put  your  hands  on  him  .  he  does  not  like  to  be  handled  ,  slapped  , shoved  .  he  does  not  like  being  grabbed  ,  dont  even  poke  him  aggressively  .  

he  flinches  ,  if  you  move  too  fast  near  him  . if  you  move  your  hands  when  yelling  at  him .

he  had  night  terrors  for  years  .  therapy  helped  him  with  it  ..  but  sometimes  they  make  a  recurrence  .  more  so  if  he’s  really  stressed  or  anxious .

is  such  a  boy  when it  comes  to  cars  .  love  speeding  ,  showing  off  ,  making  you  hold  on  for  your  dear  life .

he  does  not  like  drunk  people  ,  is  not  the  guy  that  will  normally  take  care  of  you  unless  you’re  his  siblings  ,  or  a  very  close  friends  .  does  not  really  drink  himself  .  has   a  drink  here  and  there  ,  but  has  never  gotten  drunk  … he  could  truly  go  the  rest  of   his  life  without  ever  drinking  again .

he  is  a  smoker  ,  smokes  a  blunt  every  night  before  bed  .

he   is  signed  with  a  record  label  ,  and  has  released  two  albums  !  also  he  went  on  two  tours !  music  is  something  he  truly  enjoys  .  it  makes  him  feel  all  light  and  happy ?  like  he’s  his  old  self  again .  voice  wise  ,  think  justin  bieber   but  singing  post  malone  songs  ..

he’s  doing  a  little  soul  searching  ,  soaking  up  life  ..   as  much  as  he  can  .  trying  to  remind  himself  of  all  the  reasons  it  feels  soo  good  to  be  here  ,  right  now  ,  living  and  breathing.

❝   ┄  𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼  !

asdfg okay  ,  i  wanted  to  write  out  super  long  and  detailed  connections  but  im  already  annoyed  with  myself  and  cannot  even  imagine  how  yous  will  feel  having  to  read  this  mess !  so  i  want  a  bromance  ,  something  cute  and  simple  .  they’re  there  for  him  non  stop  ,  he  considers  them  family  ,  would  do  anything  for  them  ,  they  bring  out  old  valentino  who  just  wants  to  have  fun  and  act  like  a  fool !  a  childhood  friend  ,  someone  who  knows  everything  about  the  accident  he  doesn’t  speak  to  anymore  to  avoid  the  memories .  some  party  friends  and  bad  influences  .  hookups  !!!  a  sibling  like  friendship  ,  someone  who  reminds  him  of  his  younger  brother  or  sister  .  an  messy  ex  of  some  sort  .  one  sided  relationships !!  one  sided  friendships  !!  that  one  person  who’s  soooo  determined  to  break  down  his  walls .

[masontylr]

.･:*:･ﾟ ’ MASON TYLER, a TWENTY SIX year old CIS MAN/HE/HIM works as an PHOTOGRAPHER who came from BROOKLYN roots. while they were attending ST JUDE’S they were known as THE MERCURIAL because they could be very CYNICAL. those closest to them say they’re quite TALENTED though. to get a better understanding of who they are, some things you may notice about them are THE CLICK OF A CAMERA AND ITS FLASH, ALWAYS BEING BEHIND A CAMERA AND NEVER IN FRONT OF IT, SNIDE REMARKS AND AN ANGRY EXPRESSION. you may have mistaken them for DOMINIC SHERWOOD (bea, 22, est) 

hey what’s up hello i’m bea. this is mason. my baby. my son. my stars. i’d die for him. he’d die for nothing but his camera, the self-absorbed asshole. below the cut is an about. 

mason tyler. born and raised in brooklyn. the boy with a camera. the boy with an eye for detail. breaks from school to go on shoots. an angry man. broken, unexplainably so. expression comes through photograph. a sharp jaw. sharper words. sarcasm instead of blood in his veins. a penchant for chinese takeout. peppermint lip balm. a camera's shutter. a half-packed apartment. a pulitzer prize, dusty and forgotten.

how do you explain yourself ? you went from nothing to everything in the blink of an eye. you started as nothing. a boy in brooklyn. a kid forgettable to everyone who passed you on the street. you were second best at every sport, forgettable in school clubs. you were nothing. it’s simple.

but then, something changed.

your father went on a trip to south america, you came along. you were meant to be on a mission trip, building houses and working at churches. someone tossed you a camera and that was it. that was your defining moment in life. you took pictures of everything. of kids playing soccer with balls that were falling apart. of adults, huddled together, with coffee and conversation.

no one noticed you.

not until you got home.

your father remarked that your pictures were incredible. you had a gift. suddenly, your father said everyone needed to see them. you were talented. suddenly, you were something. within a few months, your photos were hanging in galleries, they were reprinted in magazines. you were given awards men three times your age dreamed of.

they called you a prodigy.

but you were twelve.

you lived in a small apartment in brooklyn.

at least, you did when you weren’t on shoots. you shot for time and national geographic. your parents never asked if you wanted to, but time after time, you were whisked away to exotic places. you liked it, sure, but sometimes you’d have rather been playing spyro on your playstation. you couldn’t tell anyone that though. instead, you listened to praises thrown at you. you kept taking photos.

that was the one consistent thing in your life.

you see, your parents divorced. your mom moved to california. you stayed in brooklyn with your father. weekends were for quick trips — to anywhere, to everywhere — weekends were to practice your craft. suddenly, it was all you could do.

you couldn’t say you didn’t love photography. it was the one thing you were ever good at.

it was what you became.

mason the photographer. mason with the camera. there was never just mason.

maybe that’s why you began pulling away from people in high school. maybe it’s why you began to find yourself alone more often than not. by twenty-six, more than half of your life had been spent behind a camera. you were a success, you would never want for work so long as you had a camera in hand.

but the idea of being something else haunted you. you became what was expected of you and you never had a choice. you love it. but still you wonder what if things had been different.

you think about disappearing sometimes. you could do it. your mark on the world has already been made, what is there left to do ?

headcanons

he used to do primarily nature photography, but sometime in high school, he started going to hollywood to do photoshoots there. there were movie promos and magazine spreads, and suddenly it was all he did. models, actors -- if there was a big name, they wanted to be shot by mason tyler.

he has a flat in brooklyn, not too far from his father’s place. it’s tiny and compact, and god is it cluttered. but it’s his. and it’s quiet. it’s perfect. there are floor to ceiling windows that overlook the city. his futon has a quilt his grandmother made. the coffee table has leftover cups that are days ( weeks ? ) old, half full with coffee remnants ( two sugars, no cream )

he won the pulitzer prize for photography at twenty-one. he doesn’t talk about it.

with him always is a tan messenger bag. in it is at least four pens, his camera, a film camera, film, a charger, his phone,  his business cards, and his wallet. if it’s not around, something is wrong. it’s scuffed and old, and the strap has been sewn back on at least three times. he can’t bring himself to buy something new.

[rushofaith]

- ̗̀ * FAITH’S INTRODUCTION * ̖́-

FAITH RUSH, a CISFEMALE, SENIOR AT PARSONS IN FASHION DESIGN was made in MANHATTAN. when you think of them, the first thought you have is of their tendency to be INCONSIDERATE. it’s okay though, because it’s outshined by their ALLURING personality. they can be distinguished for their knack of wearing CROP TOPS on the daily. they are often mistaken for MADISON BEER . 

tw; parental neglect, physical abuse, alcohol, drugs, stabbing 

PAST

Faith grew up in a extremely wealthy family in and has always been really spoiled in general. Her way through basically everything is daddy’s money. However since her family’s way of dealing with everything has always been financially, she didn’t really get any love either. Anytime she had any personal issues her mother never really any advice or listened and that’s why she’s extremely closed up about any of her issues and has the constant belief that no one really wants to bother with her problems and that she needs to be strong and go through everything herself.

Having said that, she had to grow up to fend for herself emotionally at least. For the most time she did have a maid that helped her with the chores like cooking, doing laundry which no one taught her to do ever but emotionally, she did develop to a independent person that didn’t really shy away from taking care of herself. 

The first years of high school were rough for her. Her parents started coming home less often and the female started to look for closure in the wrong people. She got into not so mild drugs and alcohol and fell in love with the wrong person. While in the beginning, riding on motorbikes at 2 am with a bottle of whiskey with someone you love worked out just like a dream. It soon became her worst nightmare when she found out about her boyfriend’s love for trouble and not any of the good amount. It was when she tried to stop it that she became the issue. While it began with a couple of meaningless fights it soon turned into smashed plates and black eyes until she was laying unconscious on the kitchen floor for accidentally dropping a glass. However, the female didn’t want to take it for long but breaking up with him wasn’t the greatest of ideas because once the words left her mouth she was attacked with a knife. Luckily, she got away and spent some time in the hospital which she told her closed ones it was just a vacation in Cali. The only reason why her ex is not trying to finish what he started is because she paid him a huge sum of money to stay away in hopes he’d be gone forever. 

Therefore, Faith still has some ongoing trauma. Anyone who gets aggressive towards her makes her panic, also whenever she drops something in company of someone that could get mad. She gets nightmares fairly often taking her back to what happened hence why she has company  over at night. However, she is frightened of therapy and genuinely believes that it wouldn’t help her and referring back to her family situation; she has to fight her own demons. 

That’s also why she never has any serious relationships, at least they aren’t serious to her.  She enjoys playing with people’s feelings and gets bored of her flings really quickly. Her mother has always cheated on her dad since she was a child so she probably has those ways from her, besides just the fact that she doesn’t want to risk getting hurt again. She could definitely be considered backstabbing when it comes to people she doesn’t care about or wants to toy with. She is pretty unpredictable in that matter because in some moments it might seem like she’s in love with someone and on the next day she ignores them just because she doesn’t really care about any of the consequences because the worst has already happened -- ya feel.

She keeps anyone who gets too close to her at a distance, avoiding any feelings in case she gets heartbroken like once before. Nevertheless when it comes to her body the girl is more open than anything, she’s the biggest flirt and tease and she’ll show it. Hook ups and one night stands aren’t anything new to her. She knows she’s attractive and will use it to her advantage to get her ways. It’s all just a big distraction to avoid any reoccurring situations and just live of the high.  Sure, the lows are really low but she kept herself together all this time. 

PRESENT

Faith was forced to learn how it is to be responsible as soon as she got into Parsons. Before, school wasn’t that much of an issue. Her father was able to buy her out of any trouble and good grades were somewhat easy to achieve with being able to manipulate some of her classmates. This soon changed though, considering her parents stopped coming home all together and she hasn’t seen either of them in approximately two to three years. This wouldn’t be that much of an issue, however, when they heard about Faith entering Parsons, they cut the money. Telling her to be responsible and that she should start living like a normal adult. 

Of course, this was extremely rough on the usually spoiled female. She had some leftover money from her last monthly allowance you could say which she paid the college with and bought herself a seriously way to small apartment, at least for what she had before that. She had to start living off instant noodles but she soon switched around her current position in life when she walked by this strip club in the middle of the night. Most who know her, knew that she had always been a pole dancing fanatic herself, having a own pole in her own house and doing it artistically. However, you couldn’t make much money from doing it as a sport or form of art so as confident as she was, she applied there and has been working there through almost all of her college time. Of course, as someone who was trained in pole dancing already years before, she was highly demanded in comparison to the other females who just did it to be sexy. However, this is a secret to anyone really because if there’s one thing she is kind of embarrassed about, it’s that. 

However, it did indeed keep her over the surface. She’s constantly making good money so that she got back on track on wearing more expensive clothes -- at least, that is if she’s not designing them herself already, healthy food and even a pet cat called Kasper. However, she keeps her small apartment because she doesn’t wanna raise suspicion either. 

I can’t say that much about her personality has changed. She’s still pretty closed up and a stone cold bitch . She’s still a hoe, not much has changed there because she’s kind of focused on her job and studying because she really does love fashion and aspires to be a well known designer. Not big on love, that’s for sure.