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ALEXA LOPEZ ➝ SECOND SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Alexa Valéria Lopez. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 22. (November 12th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Second. ❖ GRADE: Junior. ❖ MAJOR: Dance. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Naya Rivera.

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Born and raised in the heart of Los Angeles, Alexa is a total city girl through and through. Right from her take-no-crap attitude, down to her party animal, life loving ways, there’s no mistaking this Lopez’s routes. Despite the fact that they hadn’t planned on children so soon after getting married, Maribel and Pedro took to parenthood as well as they could. Not that Alexa gave them much choice, being a total handful right from the start. They were busy people, but from birth, Alexa made sure that she’d always have the attention she needed, and she’d never go ignored or fade into the background. She was one of those babies that cried loud enough for the patients at the other side of the hospital to get an earache when she made her entrance into the big wide world, though that was basically the last of her crying. A happy baby, she smiled the most, laughed the loudest, and never gave her parents time to breathe. Alexa demanded full attention, without even realizing it, and that was something that she never managed to shake. She wanted to be her own person before she even knew what individuality was, in fact.

One of Alexa’s earliest memories was appearing on a talk show with her parents, and completely stealing the show. She had one of those obnoxious, contagious giggles that had the audience laughing right along with her. She had a lot of energy, and despite being told to sit in her seat, she spent most of her time there running back and forth across the stage. Maribel and Pedro were kind of pissed, but they didn’t let it show. She was their firstborn, after all, so they were obviously kind of obsessed with her. That didn’t make her any less of a handful, though, and many an afternoon would be spent with her Abuela, when her parents just couldn’t handle their precious little handful. It was Abuela, in fact, who decided eventually that something needed to be done about the little girl. Sure, the older woman could handle her rebellious nature, but she knew she had to help out her son and his wife, so after a little research into the best ones in the area, she enrolled Alexa in dance classes. It started out with just ballet, and from the moment her pink ballet pump touched that hard wood floor, Alexa was hooked. Nobody could believe the amount of discipline that little girl could have, even if it was just for the short hour she was in ballet class. Alexa loved it, and her parents and grandmother loved that they’d found a way to control her, if only for the time she was there.

With Alexa outgrowing the rest of the girls in her class with her natural ability, Abuela enrolled her granddaughter in other classes, such as jazz and hip hop, and once again, Alexa loved it. Before long, she was appearing in recitals and her family would be the ones in the crowd clapping and cheering the loudest for their tearaway little girl, and Alexa loved the attention. She thrived on the applause, and as she grew, so did her ability. She could captivate an entire room whenever she broke out into a dance routine, and despite her young age she, as well as everybody around her, knew that she’d found her calling. By the time Alexa was twelve years old, she’d been in numerous competitions, both solo and group, and she’d won more first place ribbons and trophies than she knew what to do with. Dance was something that shaped Alexa’s life entirely, and she’s thankful for it every day. Still, outside of the dance studio, her behavior never really improved.

Sure, Alexa was a nice girl. She was bubbly, friendly, polite when she wanted to be. Total Lopez charm. She was still one to never allow herself to be tamed, though, and from the moment she got her first fake ID, she and her friends would frequent bars and clubs that they really shouldn’t have been in, but they weren’t harming anyone. They’d drink, but not excessively, and they’d just enjoy the all around atmosphere. It was at one of these bars where Alexa was spotted by a man with a plan. Though still only sixteen, she and her friends were regulars by this point, and they had the bar staff wrapped around their little fingers. Whenever the place was quiet, they’d get full control of the sound system, and this one night, they’d done just that. Alexa and a friend were dancing to their chosen song, when an older man approached them, making a beeline for Alexa. He told her about a new club he was opening, where he was looking for pole dancers, and he just knew he had to have her be one of them. Keeping her age a secret, she accepted the offer, and the rest was history.

Working in the club was great. It gave Alexa all of the attention she craved, as well as gave her yet another reason to dance outside of her many dance classes. She got paid for it, too. Not that money was an issue, but it was cool to make her own, rather than always having to ask her parents for the things she wanted. The advantages were endless, and even when the owner found out she was underage, he let the information slide, because Alexa was one of his best. She was a crowd favorite, and he wasn’t about to give that up. However, when she turned eighteen, she had to pry herself away from the place, because it was time for college, and despite her love for her hometown, she knew she needed to get out of there and do something huge. Taking off her clothes and dancing on a pole was great, but it wasn’t the career she wanted. Alexa’s life plan had been to dance back up for someone big, then she’d eventually ditch to become a choreographer for the stars, someplace worthy like New York City or back home in Los Angeles. She needed the qualifications under her belt first, though, and not just the experience.

There were plenty of schools that caught Alexa’s attention. Most of them in New York, and when Alexa visited, she loved the vibe and the thrill of the big city. She checked out schools like Tisch and Juilliard, both of which had specifically scouted her. Juilliard was a great school, but the atmosphere just didn’t fit what she wanted. NYU: Tisch’s Performing Arts program was something Alexa could put to use, though. It’d qualify her to dance in shows, which would be great for her plan to backup dance, and she knew the school was one of the best around. So, she wrote up an application, sent in an audition tape, and soon she was being called in for a real audition. Naturally, Alexa sailed through it with flying colors, and she received her acceptance letter soon after. Sure, it kind of sucked to have to leave LA, but Alexa was sure this was the right move for her, so she grabbed the opportunity with both hands.

To begin with, Alexa fit into college life naturally. With her talkative, bubbly nature, she had no problem adjusting, but she soon began to realize people weren’t as genuine as those she was used to. From kindergarten, Alexa had attended private schools, right through to high school, and nobody really made too much of a big deal about who she was, since there were a lot of other ‘famous’ students there, too. College, however, was a whole other ballgame. There had been a huge buzz around Alexa’s acceptance to Tisch ever since she’d posted an Instagram update about it, but it wasn’t until she actually started her freshman year there that she realized how terrible of an idea it had been to try to attend a normal school. The students were worse than the paparazzi; constantly swarming Alexa and trying to hang out. She had no time to herself, and while she usually would’ve liked the attention, this was suffocating, and she couldn’t cope with having absolutely zero privacy. As much as it killed her to drop out of her dream school, Alexa only lasted a few months before she was packing her bags and heading back out to California.

Despite her terrible college experience, Alexa was absolutely not ready to give up on her dream. She needed to continue her studies, and become the best dancer she could be. So, although it had never been on her list of places to attend, Alexa applied to Pacific State, knowing they had the artistic programs available to suit her needs, and was accepted for the fall semester. This put her a year behind, but that wasn’t a problem. Getting her old job back took absolutely no effort. It seemed, however, that whatever job Alexa had, someone would always want her for something more. Just like that night in the bar, when her current boss had found her and invited her to work for him, an almost repeat happened one night in the club. It was all in a night’s work for a stripper to flirt with the clients, and in an effort to keep one of the more wealthy clients around, Alexa put her game into full motion, pulling out all the stops. They talked for most of the night, until eventually he divulged his line of work to her, obviously assuming he could trust her. He’d been right, Alexa wasn’t one to spread people’s secrets, and before long, he’d hooked her in. The Lopez family are obviously wealthy, so two jobs weren’t exactly necessary on top of college, but Alexa barely thought twice about taking up his offer of working on the side as one of the escorts in his escort service.

As of right now, she doesn’t sleep with the clients, she’s just there to accompany them on dates and is total arm candy for them, and she gets paid a pretty penny for it. She gets fed, too, so it’s basically a win win for her. Especially since she has managed to keep it a secret so far, worrying that it might damage her reputation as one of the best young dancers around if anyone was to find out. Lately, her boss has begun to get a little pushy for her to do more than just link arms with the guys she escorts, but Alexa is yet to budge. She can hold her own, and doesn’t need the extra money it’d bring her. It’s all fun and games for now. Until it’s not, of course, but she believes she’s tough enough to not have to worry about that. Perhaps she’s just a little naive or something.

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Alexa has long, dark hair, with the ends dyed a subtle caramel color, pretty much down to her butt, and she usually wears it down and with its natural wave. Occasionally, she’ll curl it, but only for special events such as nights out or dance competitions, if the requirements allow it. For the most part, during the day, she dresses casually, opting for things like skinny jeans, cute shirts and casual day dresses. Night time is a different story, though, if she’s going out. Alexa likes to show off what she calls her ‘dancers abs’, so she’ll wear tiny, tight-fitting tops that show them off perfectly, with things like booty shorts, that can barely be considered shorts. Sometimes, however, she’ll go with a tight-fitting dress, and usually, the shorter the better. She likes her body, and sees nothing wrong with showing it off. Alexa has her ears pierced twice, as well as her navel, and has one tattoo; a small, pink bow at the top of her back, just below her neck.

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Maribel and Pedro are both famous actors, who were cast as love interests toward the start of Pedro’s career. The two shared a management team, and to put his name on the map, they were asked to date as a publicity stunt. They quickly fell in love and a real romance begun, with the two marrying and starting a family soon after. They’re still big names and very active in the acting world today.

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BIANCA LOPEZ ➝ THIRD SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Bianca Maria Lopez. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 20. (December 1st). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Third. ❖ GRADE: Junior. ❖ MAJOR: Acting. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Francia Raisa.

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Bianca Maria Lopez was born shortly after her brother, Emmett. Their parents apparently wasted no time in reproducing, which was hardly a bad thing. She always knew that she was lucky to be a part of her family and it had nothing to do with the fame. The Lopez children were blessed with kind, understanding parents. A lot of celebrity children couldn’t exactly say the same, so she wasn’t about to complain. Not that she hated the fame, because that wasn’t the case. It was the complete opposite, in fact. As a child, the cameras never bothered her. She would even pose for the, especially after she followed in her parents footsteps; becoming an actress. At first, it was only a few commercials, then soon she was doing guest spots on T.V. That part of her life was put on hold when she started high school, after making a deal with her parents. As sure as she was about acting, they wanted her to get an education first. She had tutors and was always smart, but that wasn’t the same as having her own high school experience. If she had known what that experience was going to be like, she would have stuck with her tutors.

It wasn’t like high school was all bad for her. Bianca has always been smart, so she managed the classes just fine. She even liked some of the teachers. It was the other students she wasn’t crazy about. Everyone knew her and her parents, so she never knew who her real friends are. She kept to herself at first, doing what she can to not be taken advantage of, but it didn’t last long. After a couple of girls had saved her from a guy that couldn’t say no, she thought that she had finally made real life friends. The three of them were always seen together, never going anywhere without one another. Shortly after, she met a guy who she fell for hard. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Until she didn’t. It wasn’t long before they all started showing their true colors. Her “friends” were talking behind her back, even selling some of her secrets to the tabloids. Her boyfriend, who she loved so much, loved being in the spotlight more than being with her. One day she decided that enough was enough and cut them out of her life. That’s when she stopped getting close to people and started doing what she wanted.

Bianca had never considered herself to be a rebel, but when she turned 15, thing changed for her. The naive, young girl she was would be a part of her past. She didn’t want to be the kind of girl to be taken advantage of, so she became the exact opposite. She became a bully. Her walls went up and suddenly, she was saying things she wouldn’t have said before. Things that would push people away, rather than keep them close. Suddenly, she had become very popular at school. It wasn’t intentional, and she knew it was because of her fame, but she didn’t care. She took it. It was better to be the mean girl than to be used by them. She thought that she had everything figured out for her. No one was using her, because everyone feared her. It seemed like a flawless plan. However, her parents felt otherwise. They constantly reminded her that this wasn’t the kind of experience they wanted for her. She never listened to them. What did they know, anyway? This was her life that she had to live every single day. Only she knew what was right for her. She was wrong. It was her senior year when things went from bad to worse.

She thought her old boyfriend was bad, but he was nothing compared to the guy she met then. He was your typical bad boy type. He drove a motorcycle, smoked, was covered in tattoos. Like most girls her age, Bianca ate it up. She thought that they were in love. They even tattooed each other’s names on their wrists, which pissed her parents off when they found out later. Again, she didn’t care what they thought. She really should have, though. It was close to graduation when things went south for them. As much as she loved him, she loved her career even more. When he found out she planned on breaking up with him, he lost it. He never laid a hand on her, but he spent the better part of two hours screaming at her, telling her how worthless she was and how much she needed him. It ended with him saying that he never loved her. It hurt more than she let anyone believe, but she figured she deserved it. She broke up with him without warning, so he had a right to be hurt. Then it happened again. Someone she trusted was telling her secrets to the tabloids, but not for money. This time it was to hurt her. Everything she had ever done, from doing drugs to crashing a car while driving drunk; had been exposed. She went from being Hollywood’s ‘Bad Girl’ to ‘Hardened Criminal.’ Not knowing what to do, she decided to join her siblings at PSU. She never confirmed the stories that were being told, but they were mostly true and she was sure they knew that. She decided not talking about it was the only way to move on, so she’s focusing on her career more than anything else right now.

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Bianca is 5'3 with long, black hair. Although she was covered in piercings in high school, now she just wears the ones in her ears. She also had a tattoo removed from her wrist, where she still has a scar.

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Maribel and Pedro are both famous actors, who were cast as love interests toward the start of Pedro’s career. The two shared a management team, and to put his name on the map, they were asked to date as a publicity stunt. They quickly fell in love and a real romance begun, with the two marrying and starting a family soon after. They’re still big names and very active in the acting world today.

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CASSIUS LOPEZ ➝ FIRST SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Cassius Aiden Lopez. ❖ PRONOUNS: He/Him. ❖ AGE: 25. (February 15th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: First. Adopted. ❖ GRADE: Junior. ❖ MAJOR: Music. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Non-Labeled. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Matthew Daddario.

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TW: Death, TW: Spousal abuse, TW: Abuse, TW: Drug use

Life for little Cassius was a struggle from one point to another. He didn’t grow up in a home full of smiles and warm embraces, of goodnight kisses and sweet dreams. No. What put him to bed were the sounds of his mothers tears as his father raised his fist against her, again and again. The sound of curse words he was yet to understand, the slurs of his fathers tongue as another drunken night rambled on. He always told himself if he had been a little bit older…A little bit stronger. That he could have stopped it. Well, his father beat that idea out of him as soon as it came.

Eventually, throughout that time in his life, social services had been called and one bright morning, Cassius was just stripped away from all he had ever known. Maybe that’s why he didn’t cry? Or maybe at the young age of 5, he had already lost his will to fight. He was thrown into a system that wasn’t on his side and it proved to him time and time again that things would never really change. Cassius missed his mother some nights. When the dead of night had crept over everyone and the souls had gone to rest, he would stay up and think about her. Where she was? What she was doing? Was she alive? Though, soon enough those thoughts faded, but never really went away.

It was when he got adopted by the Graham family, that things went from bad to worse. They seemed lovely enough and were really interested in giving him a new home. There didn’t seem to be a reason to worry until the storm came. The Grahams has two other sons, both much bigger than he. The boys made a habit of getting him in trouble and in the Graham house, that would not be tolerated. First came the beatings, the scars, the isolation. He took it all again and again, until eventually they decided to throw him back into the system claiming that he was trouble and would constantly hurt himself. After that day, Cassius never really felt too much.

Now eventually, Aiden did make it out of the system and into a home much less like he had been used too. Many things had changed for the boy, including the use of his full name and only going by his middle. Being adopted by the Lopez family and kept was something all too surreal for the boy in question and while all he truly had to do was give it a chance, he didn’t. Aiden rebelled against everything and anything, giving them all reasons to throw him back and send him away. They never did. Cassius had to accept things as they were and as they weren’t. Though most everyone in his life could only ever get so close to him, there were a few who ever manged to peek through the cracks.

In the middle of his Senior year in high school, Aiden just left. There were no warm goodbyes, no second chances. Well, maybe one. Cassius knew what he was leaving behind, who he was leaving behind, but he didn’t let that stop him. How could he? He couldn’t be expected to believe that people cared for you when they said they did. That who he was, was nothing but a mere flaw in the system. With nothing but his car, a couple of clothes thrown in a bag, and his guitar. He was off. The journey that was supposed to guide him so to speak, ended up having him spiral into the darkest places of his mind. Places that to this day, creep up on him when he least expects it. The anger that never really left him, the bright smile that people can’t seem to look past to ever truly understand.

Aiden spent month around people that made him feel anything. The drugs weren’t supposed to be apart of the plan and yet he found himself immersed in them. He wasn’t sure if he didn’t have an addictive personality or his body was just now immune because it never seemed to be enough for him. For a year and a half it went on. Cassius was a ‘bad boy’ in every sense of the word but took it in stride and laughed off the comments. He lived his life to the fullest extent as if he had plans on dying tomorrow. It was when the overdose happened, that it all became real. His friend had taken too much, too fast. Aiden could remember scooping his body up and running towards the nearest hospital s his lungs threatened to explode. They couldn’t save him. He couldn’t save himself.

After all of that, it was somber. Mundane. He did much of noting. Was nothing. Music was the only thing that ever fueled him and that’s when it took off. When music became his one and only vice and that is what eventually drew him to LA. To the bullshit cliches and talks of dreams. Aiden wasn’t sure where he was going, who he was, or who he wanted to be. There was no set path or goal. He was a lost boy who felt like he was on top of the world and would tell you no different. A dark cloud who had shaped him into a form of a man he never wanted to be.

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Aiden stands about 6′0, can be found with an occasional cigarette in his mouth, and has a multitude of tattoos. One including a dark outline of a heart on the far left corner of his right hand. Another would include the word ‘A fucking mess’ scribbled in his own writing on the inside of his left arm. You can usually find him in leather jackets or band t-shirts.

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Maribel and Pedro are both famous actors, who were cast as love interests toward the start of Pedro’s career. The two shared a management team, and to put his name on the map, they were asked to date as a publicity stunt. They quickly fell in love and a real romance begun, with the two marrying and starting a family soon after. They’re still big names and very active in the acting world today.

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VERA LOPEZ ➝ FOURTH SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Vera Anastacia Lopez. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 19. (January 17th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Fourth. ❖ GRADE: Sophomore. ❖ MAJOR: Communications and English. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Lindsey Morgan.

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Vera had always felt the pressure of being perfect. She knew that she had to do well in school, had to get into an ivy league school, and had to fulfill her parents expectations. And she enjoyed the pressure. She found books, and school fascinating, and it was rare to find her without her nose in a book. In fact, it was her love for school so much that drew her into tutoring. She was determined to help other students feel the same love and passion that she felt. And more than anything, she loved the sense of pride she got whenever someone she tutored finally began to understand their coursework. And she was stubborn, she could never give up on someone she was tutoring, she’d explain things 300 different ways until there was finally a way for them to understand.

It was this passion that had originally given her the idea to become a teacher, however, that dream changed quickly. While she thought being a teacher was a fantastic path, and she could see herself being undeniably happy in that role, there was something else tugging at her attention. Underprivileged schools. Schools that could not afford the tools that she’d always had at her disposal growing up; schools that could not even afford books in some cases. After tutoring a pupil from just such a school, she was drawn into charities to try and help raise money for educational programs. And it was a short jump from there to education reform and local politics.

While she dreamed of making a real positive change in her very own community, she knew there were definitely obstacles, mainly her insecurities. She often got so nervous before public speaking, that she’d get physically ill. A trait that was disappointing to her parents who both loved being in the public eye. Fortunately, most times, once she finally got over the stage fright, she’d have an outward appearance of grace and charisma, even though on the inside she’d be terrified. Vera just hoped that after enough practice, this would change and she could grow more comfortable in front of a crowd.

She had high hopes for this, solely because of the realization that even just looking back to her childhood, she’d grown much more outgoing than she had been as a child. She was quiet, and unbearably shy. Her first grade teacher actually suggested having her tested for learning disabilities, and getting her into speech therapy, solely because she almost never spoke. Her parents knew what those tests would say, however, and that was that she was quite smart, advanced for her age, even, and that she was just quiet. Then, as a teenager in high school, while she was still not nearly as out-going as her siblings, she was able to speak up in class, and she had a rather solid group of friends, which was all she really felt she needed.

Things seemed to be going very well for the girl, she had her group of friends, she had her dreams of the Ivy League and even knew what she wanted to do after, but of course, things don’t always work out they way we want them to. Like many teenage girls, Vera met her first love during high school. Things were wonderful at first, he was completely supportive of her dreams, and they were genuinely happy. Her friends liked him, as far as she knew everyone liked him, and why not? He was wonderful to her, and no one seemed happier for her than he did when she was accepted into Yale, her dream school.

After they had been together for an entire year, just shortly after graduation, Vera knew things would be hard for them, especially since they’d be going to different colleges. He didn’t have the same money her family did, nor did he have the grades that she did, and though he’d been accepted to a few schools, he couldn’t totally afford them, but he was going to a respectable community college and would be working and she vowed to come home and see him every chance she got. Still, she finally decided that she was ready to sleep with him a few nights into summer vacation. He talked her into letting him take some pictures of her during it all, for memories, he’d told her, and she’d agreed, wanting to make him happy, and trusting him a fully. A huge mistake, as it turns out, as it was just a few days later that somehow those private, memory pictures had ended up in the hands of a tabloid reporter. And then they were everywhere.

Vera was devastated. She didn’t understand how this could happen, how anyone could have gotten access to those photos, and her loving boyfriend wasn’t answering her calls. After almost a week of humiliation, and barely being able to leave her own house, she finally got a text from him, explaining that he was sorry, but that he’d sold them for tuition money to go to a better school, and that they were over. Vera didn’t know what to do, she was completely heartbroken, and betrayed, and left to question if he had ever really loved her, or had been trying to use her the whole time. After that, her insecurities just grew, especially after reading some nasty comments about her own body online, and she built high walls around herself, finding it difficult to trust anyone.

Her troubles didn’t stop there, though. Vera had hoped that she’d be able to slip away from all the drama and to school in the fall, but after all of the stories about her had circulated, Yale revoked her acceptance into their school, not wanting her scandal to drag down their prestigious name. She thought her heart couldn’t break anymore, and yet it had. She felt the disappointment from her parents everyday after that, and could barely look them in their eyes. She needed to get away from them, and PSU was her only choice, it was the only school who didn’t care about her ordeal because almost everyone there had something in their past. And while she still hoped to get into politics eventually, she couldn’t help but fear that she’d never be able to live this down. So for now, Vera tried to find a new dream, taking classes in anything and everything trying to find anything to strike her passion the same way her old dream did.

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Vera tries to stand out as little as possible. Her hair is long and generally down, she wears very light make up, if any at all, and dresses to blend in. She likes jeans and comfortable shirts, generally dressing more conservative, and covering herself. She knows that in general many people have seen most of her body, so she hides as much of it as she can.

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Maribel and Pedro are both famous actors, who were cast as love interests toward the start of Pedro’s career. The two shared a management team, and to put his name on the map, they were asked to date as a publicity stunt. They quickly fell in love and a real romance begun, with the two marrying and starting a family soon after. They’re still big names and very active in the acting world today.