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BASICS.

full name: cecilia blair carlisle

nickname(s): cece, celia

gender: cisfemale

pronouns: she/her

birthdate: june 23th, 1990

occupation: owner of heritage square art gallery

sexual orientation: pansexual

APPEARANCE.

face-claim: amber heard

built: slim / athletic 

race / ethnicity: caucasian

nationality: american 

languages spoken: english & french

hair color: dark blonde

eye color: blue 

height: 1,70m

weight: 62kg

dominant hand: left

piercings: right ear (x), left ear (x)

tattoos: inner right arm she used to wish upon the moon with her mom (x), inner left wrist she embraced being the black sheep in her family (x), inner right wrist matching with a summer fling, paris, 10 years ago (x), left arm bc hometown (x)

BACKGROUND.

current residence: westport, georgia

hometown: lost angeles, california 

neighborhood: downtown westport

financial status: wealthy

degree(s): art (b.a)

education level: bachelor’s degree

high school: loyola high school, los angeles

college: University of California in Los Angeles 

FAMILY BACKGROUND.

mother: sierra carlisle, née fischer (58)

father: adrian carlisle (63)

brother(s): none

sister(s): celine carlisle (30), celeste carlisle (33)

pets: vista (x)

FAVORITE:

movie: home alone (1990, chris columbus) 

television show: friends (1994-2004, david crane & marta kauffman) 

book: le spleen de paris (charles baudelaire)

food: poutine

beverage: orange juice

song: killing me softly (frank sinatra)

music rock, blues 

CHARACTER.

moral alignment: chaotic good

mbti: isfp

temperament: phlegmatic-sanguine

western zodiac: cancer

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— JENKINS.

“Oh shut up girl, and be a woman!” Tiffany teased as she fell on the sofa, letting her friend fall on top of her.  They had always been touchy-touchy, it had been their nature. “Just shut up and let me have some of that” She grabbed the tequila bottle and slurped it. The girls had become inseperable recently, like sisters. She could never think of being mad at Cecilia with anything. She adored the girl. “News? None. Work…Interesting-” She sipped more of the tequila, she was never one to openly talk about her feelings. But with Cece, she felt like she could do. “There’s a guy–my partner actually…He’s pretty cool…” She wiped her lips before continuing, taking her time with it not wanting to explode with excitement. “Well, he’s fucking hot. But I’ll not fully go into detail.”

Cecilia let out a giggle at the girl’s comment and at the mention of a new partner, the blonde immediately perked up. Grabbing the bottle from the other’s hands, simultaneously spilling a good amount on her shirt, she gasped loudly and feign indignation at her friend’s revelation. ‘’Tiffany Jenkins you better spill it all out before I show up at the station Monday morning and ask my own questions!’’ she threatened, still with a hint of laughter in her voice. Truth was, she adored the other and asking about a potential man in her life was more like investigating a suspect, making sure he’d be the perfect fit for Tiffany. 

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❝ They called you golden girl and pushed you up to heavens to live amongst the stars. But you couldn’t bear the weight of the universe so you crumbled and you fell. And you burned. And you burn. ❞

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— HENDERSON.

          Taking her to the shooting of an episode of his show was a promise that Kyle had made her since The Henderson Hour had been picked up by the network. But the endless physiotherapeutic sessions and the move to Westport had made his schedule so hectic that he was forced to give a rain-check on their little trip to Atlanta. It was only after a good two weeks of unpacking and settling in that Kyle managed to make the arrangement to bring a guest along to watch the recording of an episode. Everything had gone according to plan, the ride from Westport had been peaceful and the live broadcast had gone perfectly well, he would later discover that ratings had even gone up. If he believed in that sort of thing, he would even have told her she had brought him luck. After the show finally came to an end, Kyle suggested that instead of driving back to Westport, they should spend the night in Atlanta, enjoy a little bit of the metropolis’ nightlife, which extended itself for much longer than Westport’s. And so, soon after leaving the studio, Kyle and Cecilia had found their way to Bar Margot, at the Four Seasons. “So, what did you think?” He asked, as they found a place by the bar and ordered their drinks. 

To say that she was proud of Kyle for what he’d managed to accomplish over the years would be an understatement. Growing up by his side, they had dreamed together and had planned their respective futures for hours on end during years and to see him succeed filled her heart with joy like nothing else could. Cecilia had been asking for weeks now and finally granting her her one wish, Kyle had took her along to film his show in Atlanta, having her sit in the audience and laugh at all the jokes he cracked up. She’d heard him say , over the years,  that watching her paint had become mesmerizing and almost hypnotic because of how good she was and she’d always brush his comments off, not too keen on compliments but now she understood what he meant. Watching him talk to the camera as if an old friend, as comfortable as he’d be talking to her was a wonder to the blonde and it just showed how suited Kyle was for the job. 

They were now sitting at one of the fanciest bars of the city, sipping on their favorite drinks and Cecilia couldn’t have found herself happier. “What did I think? Are you kidding, Henderson? That fucking amazing!” she exclaimed, a wide smile on her lips. “I have no idea how you do it, I don’t know how many times I’ve been on t.v. yet I manage to freeze every time and you just - you do it as if it was nothing. You were amazing, really,’’ she spoke softly, locking her gaze with his. 

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☎

NAME: My Man

RINGTONE: Icon — Jaden Smith 

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED:

txt — kyle: i cleaned out my apartment and i legit have a suitcase full of your clothes

txt — kyle: maybe i should sell them, it’ll teach you to clean up after your mess when you sleep over

LAST TEXT SENT:

txt — cecilia: hahahahahhahahahahahahhahahah kyle, you’re too funny sometimes

txt — cecilia: sell my clothes and i’ll burn your house down, hubby💖

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☎

NAME: Hurricane Hale

RINGTONE: Wires — The Neighborhood

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED:

txt — kieran: party @ the twins tonight, don’t forget to bring fancy booze 

txt — kieran : and bring some hot friends of yours, i’m looking to hunt 

LAST TEXT SENT:

txt — cecilia : ‘fancy booze’ as if you won’t show up with enough blow to send the whole of westport flying 

txt — cecilia: i’m not bringing anyone for you hale. i mean who says ‘hunt’ anyways for fuck’s sake! you’re gross 

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☎ ( from Lennox )

NAME: My Muse

RINGTONE: Delilah — Florence + The Machine 

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED:

txt — lennox: babe, guess what?? i talked to jordan and he agreed to have his show at HS!! 

txt — lennox: like, can you believe that? our favorite local artist having his first art gallery show at our place! 

LAST TEXT SENT:

txt — cecilia: NO WAY!!! YOU DID NOT OH MY GOD? 

txt — cecilia: if anyone knew i was jumping around for a show, i’d be sent to the asylum asap but i can’t believe this? you’re the best xoxoxo ilyyy

Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone

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My very best friend died in a car accident when I was 16 years old. That was the hardest blow emotionally that I have ever had to endure. Suddenly, you realize tomorrow might not come. Now I live by the motto, ‘Today is what I have.’

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— JENKINS. 

“Right, Bitch.” Tiffany let herself in as she walked into her friends apartment, having a key. “I’ve had a long fucking week- And I’d love to down all this tequila, dance and watch some shitty chick flicks whilst I cry because I’m alone..How does that sound?” Tiffany dropped the bag of groceries, and slumped on her friends coach. “Please tell me you are up for this-Or I shall cry more, as I nee you tonight to get drunk with me.”

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‘‘Are you being bossy with me now, daddy?’’ Batting her eyelashes, Cecilia looked at her friend and bit her lip, overdoing the whole act before losing it and crashing on the sofa, right by Tiffany. Hardly grabbing the bottle of their favorite tequila from the bags the other had just dropped, she placed her legs on top of the blonde and took a swig before handing it over to Tiff. ‘‘Even if I wasn’t, would you really drop it?’‘ Not even a question to ask, of course. When it came to the pair, they would drop their own wedding if the one needed the other and Cecilia was actually surprised that hadn’t happened yet. 

‘‘So, any news? How’s work going?’‘ 

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Cecilia always believed in faith. When an apartment happened to open up for rent in her favorite neighborhood in Los Angeles right when she needed to move out from the family mansion, Cece had thanked her lucky stars for the opportunity. She’d thank them again nine years later when she moved to Westport and just as luckily had found a beautiful art gallery that the previous owner was ready to sell, with an even more beautiful loft waiting for her right on top. Her stars had been there on her prom night, the first time she sold a painting of her own and when he parents finally accepted to let her be. All of those signs made Cecilia a fervent believer of the sky and all the opportunities it had to offer and as she looked up from her phone that night, the blonde had to refrain from looking up to the glass ceiling of the fancy bar she was at and smirk at the night. 

Cecilia made her way to the bar and a wide smile spread on her lips as she leaned on the granite counter, just beside the man. ‘’My drink was either too strong and I’m seeing things or maybe life is too good and Calvin Rogers is in fact, standing next to me.’’ the teasing in her voice making her sound almost childish but she didn’t really care in that moment. She hadn’t seen Calvin in years, in fact, the only information they’d bothered exchanging that night were their names but it had been just enough to Cecilia. They were in the same bar now, years later and she’d only kept fond memories of the man, having shared a marvelous six hours in his hotel room that night. 

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“You are my person. You will always be my person.”

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— MAJIDI.

Jemima types furiously at her laptop, brows furrowed in deadly concentration as she reorganises the red thread on the pin-board in her mind. Pregnant. Fucking pregnant. Raleigh Monroe is a familiar name, and she pulls up the file she’d created about the Reapers (though at the moment, that was an article for another time- when she was established, when she could write about whatever the fuck she wanted.) But the other man- David Someone? She didn’t know, though was certainly about to make sure she did. The appearance of a figure had her lifting her gaze, and she slides the copy of the Westport Herald towards the visitor, finger pointed at the article. “Westport’s golden girl wasn’t so golden, huh?” 

‘‘So I’ve heard,’‘ Cecilia looked down at the article, brows furrowing as she finally read the headline everybody had been talking about. The blonde had been so caught up, working on an upcoming event at the gallery that she hadn’t even picked up the newspaper. Suddenly again, everyone had Alexis’ name on their lips and only now did Cecilia understand why. 

To her, as insensible as it was, it didn’t really matter. She had never even met the girl and had no ties to Westport whatsoever but still, she’d have to at least fake compassion for the days to come. ‘’What does it all mean, though? It looks straight up out of a movie, with the jealous boyfriend and all that.’’

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Amber Heard on the July 2015 cover of ELLE

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