oc directory
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Thread Topic: oc directory
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hello <3
welcome to my oc directory!
remember to please not post in this thread as i want to keep it neat. i'll use this as a place to keep track of all my ocs ^_^ -
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full name :
pronouns :
gender :
orientation :
astrological :
date of birth :
appearance :
strengths :
weaknesses :
communication :
fears and worries :
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i forgot to add ethnicity, nationality and age ^_^' silly me, i'll add them on.
full name : florence ade reza.
pronouns : no preference.
gender : nonbinary.
orientation : unlabeled.
astrological : sun in leo.
date of birth : august 7th.
current age : twenty years.
ethnicity : puerto rican, mexican, jewish.
nationality : american.
appearance : naturally inky black hair falling midback, olive complexion, warm and dark brown eyes. takes a liking to style eras from 1930s to 50s, and implements this in her everyday style and choice of clothing.
strengths : good communicator, intuitive, creative and innovative, extraverted, logical thinker.
weaknesses : victim complex, has difficulties with apologizing and sometimes caring, very clumsy and struggles deeply with accepting and admitting if they were wrong.
communication : very talented communicator. can get along with most everyone on a surface level, and knows just what to say to you and how to say it.
fears and worries : abandonment, after being left by her mother as a young child. finding someone that they'll end up getting too attached to.
chronicle : written in the following post. will be too lengthy for this one.
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FLORENCE'S CHRONICLE.
aldana blau had never quite planned on becoming a mother. nor had she planned on never seeing the father again. neither did she plan to marry and take on the reza name.
of course, she also didn't plan for the man she married for financial help for her and her young child to grow to hate her. but then again, no one ever plans for heartbreak, especially when they didn't plan to catch feelings in the first place.
but she needed the support, and the stability---it was difficult enough to get herself a consitent job as it was, but the circumstances grew far worse when she had a child.
she made the mistake of having a child with a man who ran away, and she had no one else. so, a year or so after florence's birth, hassan reza came into the picture, and the ""perfect, happy and finacially stable family"" option was proposed. and she was in pain. and she was desperate. so she said yes.
i, vividly, can recall the stained events of my childhood —— especially the ones with aether. everyone had told us that we would end up side by side. we would fall in love, date, propose, marry, maybe have children. looking back on it, it does seem a bit odd how people paired up children like that. back when ima lived with me and abba, she used to hold me close and plant a soft kiss on my forehead before i went to sleep, telling me that she would have everything planned for my future wedding. she would buy the most stunning suit for me to wear, and she would walk me down the aisle to my one true love because she hated abba and wanted to be "the one to give me away rather than that s---bag." looking back on it, I think she was just so excited for me to be happy in the future---she wanted me to attain everything she failed to get in her life.
her and i would dance to the country song she adored —— what was it called? i loved her first, i think. i was never a fan of country, but it seemed to make ima happy, so i sung along because seeing her smile was one thousand times better than seeing her after a fight with abba, entire body racking with every sob, cusses slipping from her mouth as she punches the floor and asks why she ever married him at all. i didn't want to see those times again, and neither did she, because i can clearly recall waking up one morning, up for breakfast with ima and our s---ty apartment was silent rather than how i would typically find it to be, devoid of her soft energy. i tip-toed to abba's room to see what was going on with ima. near-empty bud light can in hand, droopy face and tired eyes like the neighbor's hound, all he said to me was, "your mommy's gone, boy, and she ain't coming back."
i was only eight when i figured out that abba wasn't my biological father. ima must have never wanted me to know about my biological father, she must have truly disdained him. did he cheat? assault? abuse? or perhaps his name wasn't a coincidence, and he, in fact, was really the greek god apollo —— and she simply wanted to keep him a secret from the world, including her own child. as the painfully curious child i happened to be (i had gotten it from my mother), i once went digging through ima's old dresser drawers nearly three years after she left home. she had drawers stuffed completely full of old school and family photos, papers, letters, old mail, books. i stumbled across a letter at one point, it was written by ima. it had never been sent, and there was no recipient address.
the letter told of a relationship. An affair. a pregnancy. a birth. she had fallen in love with a man in a relationship with his boyfriend. they used to sneak out together and spend time at restaurants or fancy night clubs, and one night, they began an ongoing affair. a pregnancy came out of it. a child came out of it. i came out of it. this was the world-shattering moment in my life where t realized that my abba wasn't my abba. it was the moment i realized my ima had a child with a man in a relationship with a different loving partner and never saw that man again, leaving her holed up and alone for an entire two years until she finally opened herself up again, and then found herself stuck with the man i call abba now. of course, i didn't understand every little piece as the young child i was back then, but i understood one thing:
it was the day that i realized half my life was a lie. but what i didn't know back then was that one thing was only the tip of the iceberg —— my entire life itself was a lie.
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