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”Feelings are… complicated. But I’d rather feel everything than nothing at all. Even the pain—it means I’m still trying. “

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

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pairings:

• boy x girl or girl x girl

availability:

• open

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faceclaim:

• Violet Brinson

voiceclaim:

•Violet Brinson

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notes:

• messages are always open!

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” I don’t need people to fix me—I just need someone to stay when things aren’t easy. “

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𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫.

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• Arabella Grace Callahan had all the fancy things money could buy, but what she craved was time with the one person who meant everything to her. Inside the big house with its iron gates and marble floors, she walked through halls that were filled with more silence than laughter. Even though she grew up with privilege, she often felt lonely and learned to depend on herself, hiding her true feelings behind polite smiles and unsent letters. To everyone else, she seemed like the perfect daughter of a powerful man, but behind the scenes, she was just a girl hoping someone would pick her over the next flight, the next business deal, or yet another absence.

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” Sometimes I pretend I’m fine because it’s easier than explaining why I’m not. “

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full name:

•The name Arabella is often thought to mean “beautiful like a star” or “beautiful lioness,” which highlights both a charm and a fierce independence. It traces back to the Latin word "orabilis," meaning “prayerful” or “answered prayer.” There’s also a connection to “Arab,” adding a bit of culture from the Arabian Peninsula, along with “ella,” a term in Latin that ties back to lion. Arabella has always liked her name and feels it’s a gift in her life. While some people might not feel great about the meanings behind their names, she finds comfort in knowing hers was chosen thoughtfully.

• Her middle name, Grace, carries some serious expectations. It comes from Latin, meaning “goodness” and “generosity,” but it means so much more. In mythology, the Graces—three goddesses of charm, beauty, and creativity—represent elegance and enchantment. In a faith context, grace is all about divine mercy and love. Arabella has had a bit of a love-hate relationship with her name. While Arabella feels like her own, Grace feels like something she needs to live up to. She sometimes thinks her dad picked it as a way of expressing who she should grow into rather than who she already is.

• Her last name, Callahan, has Irish roots, coming from the Gaelic Ó Ceallacháin. It means “bright-headed” or “little bright-headed one,” though some say it relates to “strife” or “contention.” The original Gaelic word, Ceallach, can be taken as both “bright-headed” and “devotee of the church,” giving it a dual meaning. For Arabella, Callahan is more about legacy than meaning. It’s the name that opens doors and turns heads in boardrooms. But behind all that glitz, it’s also the name that kept her dad always moving.

nicknames:

Bella. | Ari. | Gracie.

•Bella was the name her mom gave her before she left. When Arabella was around five or six, her mom would tuck her in each night and say, “You’re as lovely as a fairytale, my sweet Bella.” It was a simple, sweet routine—one of the few memories that still felt warm and clear. Out of everything from her early years, this is the one that stays soft and gentle.

• Ari started as a nickname back in middle school when Arabella got tired of her name sounding so formal. One day, her best friend casually called her “Ari,” and it felt like a breath of fresh air. The name stuck around, finding a cozy spot in the parts of her life where she felt most herself. Now, it’s only used by a select few who manage to break through her walls.

• Gracie is what the family maid, Mrs. Whitmore, has always called her, drawn from Arabella’s middle name. Back when she was younger and the loneliness of her father’s absence felt heavier, Mrs. Whitmore would tuck her in at night and softly say, “Goodnight, Gracie,” as if the name itself could wrap her in comfort. It was her way of reminding Arabella that she was loved, graceful, and good—even when it felt like no one else saw her. The name stuck, but only in that quiet corner of the house where Mrs. Whitmore’s voice still carries it. No one else has ever used it.

titles/aliases:

The forgotten daughter

•It’s a name she’s never actually said out loud—just a thought that pops up every time her dad skips another important event. The Forgotten Daughter. She didn’t pick it; it picked her, settling in like dust in a room nobody cares to clean anymore. Some days, it feels pretty rough. Other days, it’s just reality—a low-key pain from being let down too many times.

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birthdate:

June 15th. | 23+, changes depending on roleplay!. | Manhattan, New York.

•She was born at 3:17 AM in a hospital in Manhattan, New York, entering the world during the quiet hours of night. Her dad was nowhere to be found, busy with another late-night business deal, while her mom was there, holding her close as she took her first breath.

• As the years ed, Arabella’s birthdays stayed pretty low-key. Her mom tried to make them special, filling their home with flowers and candles so each day felt memorable. They were cozy celebrations, just the two of them with a cake that often didn’t get finished. But everything changed when Arabella turned six—her mom left, and her dad remained distant, wrapped up in work. Those once-loved birthdays turned into just another day on the calendar. Sure, her dad sent gifts like designer watches and jewelry, but he was never around.

• The only one who kept the spark alive on her birthday was the family maid, Mrs. Whitmore. She’d always show up with a thoughtful gift, a warm breakfast, and a homemade cake. Mrs. Whitmore’s kindness was a comforting presence when everyone else was MIA. Plus, every year, Arabella’s best friend would swing by, determined to make her laugh and remind her that birthdays still matter, even when it felt like nobody else cared. They were the ones who made sure she didn’t lose sight of the joy that birthdays should bring, even when everything else seemed to fall flat.

residence:

• Arabella lives in a grand brownstone right in the middle of Manhattan’s Upper East Side. The outside features deep red brick, tall bay windows, and fancy black iron railings that suggest wealth without being over the top. It’s the kind of place people stop to ire—not because it’s flashy, but because it has a quiet charm and classic style. Inside, the house feels more like a museum than a home. High ceilings with elaborate crown molding tower over marble floors that click underfoot. Each room has a certain elegance to it—art pieces in fancy frames, antique furniture, and chandeliers that have probably witnessed more silence than celebrations.

• But despite its size and beauty, the house feels way too formal. There are whole rooms that hardly ever get used—guest parlors with chairs that haven’t been sat in for years, a dining room used only for special occasions, and her father’s study, which is always locked up like it holds hidden treasures. The place feels echoey and cold, built to impress but not to be cozy.

• The one spot that feels like Arabella’s own is her bedroom on the third floor. The walls are painted blue, a nice change from the house’s fancy vibe. An ivory curtain billows at the windows, with a cushioned window seat below it where she reads, daydreams, or just watches the city go by. Her queen-sized bed, tucked under a light canopy, is usually half-made, with tangled sheets and mismatched pillows. At the end of the bed rests a faded quilt that her mom stitched before she left—old but cherished. On her nightstand, there’s a swan-shaped lamp, a well-loved paperback with dog-eared pages, and a delicate ceramic dish for her rings and little treasures.

• One wall is packed with bookshelves overflowing with novels and notebooks filled with sketches and thoughts. Stuck between the books are taped-up memories: a photo booth strip with her best friend, old doodles from when she was little, and postcards she wrote but never sent. Above her desk, a corkboard is cluttered with quotes, torn-out pages, and dreams too fragile to voice. On the floor sits her prized record player—a gift from her mom—and a growing collection of vinyl records: indie songs, haunting piano pieces, and jazz to fill the quiet. Her closet is a strange mix. It's packed with high-end clothes her dad got for her, his way of showing he cares while staying distant. But Arabella sticks with her favorites: cozy sweaters, worn jeans, and vintage skirts that feel much more like her than anything designer ever could. The mirror by her closet is lit up with soft fairy lights, her little rebellion against the house’s lavishness.

languages:

English. | French. | Italian.

• Arabella’s native tongue, spoken in her home, school, and everyday life in Manhattan. She’s articulate, well-read, and was raised in an environment that valued eloquence, often pressured to speak like the daughter of a legacy. From an early age, her father hired private tutors to ensure her speech was polished and precise.

• Taught from the age of seven by a series of tutors handpicked by her father, who believed fluency in French was a mark of refinement and education. Arabella initially resented the lessons, but grew to love the language on her —through reading poetry, watching French films late at night, and secretly dreaming of someday escaping to Paris. It’s one of the few things her father pushed that she ended up claiming for herself.

• She picked it up during summers spent at an art camp in Florence—one of the rare decisions her mother made before leaving, hoping to give her daughter something meaningful. Arabella learned to associate the language with freedom, color, and creativity. Though not fluent, she holds on to the basics.

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orientation:

• bisexual. | biromantic.

•Arabella figured out she was bisexual pretty gradually, like the pieces of a puzzle falling together over time. In middle school, she found herself daydreaming about girls along with boys, something she didn’t quite get at first. It wasn’t like a sudden lightbulb moment, but more of a quiet truth that settled in her like a secret she was still trying to figure out how to express. Her first real crush was on a girl in her literature class during ninth grade. They would sit across from each other in the library, and the girl would doodle poetry in her notebook. Arabella never spoke up about it, but that flutter in her chest said it all. She liked boys, too—sweet, messy, and complicated—but realizing she could crush on anyone regardless of gender helped her understand that she liked both.

gender identity:

female. | Assigned female at birth. | She/her. | feminine.

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social class:

Upper Class.

•Arabella was born into a life of privilege. Her dad, a big-time businessman with family money, made sure she had everything she needed. Growing up in a stylish brownstone on Manhattan’s Upper East Side, she went to private schools and wore designer clothes she didn't even pick out. From the outside, it all looks perfect—luxury, status, and all that. But for Arabella, wealth felt more like a fancy cage. Money couldn't buy love, attention, or that feeling of being truly seen. Her dad was often absent, which served as a reminder that having things didn’t mean having love. While her classmates showed off their wealth, Arabella often felt like an outsider, unimpressed by power and luxury, and craving something more genuine and simple. She knows how people see her: just the rich girl living in the ideal house with the so-called perfect life. But behind the fancy gates and expensive gifts is someone who's figured out how to look for meaning beyond all that money—and how to love quietly in a world that only cares about appearances.

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education:

private schools.

• Arabella went to some fancy private schools when she was growing up—places where everyone had to wear blazers, most of the kids were from wealthy families, like CEOs, celebrities, and politicians. She was always a solid student, not because anyone was pushing her, but because she needed something to dive into—something that felt like hers.

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occupation:

works at a bookshop.

• Arabella doesn’t need a job—her dad's money covers everything she could want—but she chose to work part-time at a cozy little bookstore squeezed between a café and an antique shop in her neighborhood. The pay isn’t great, the hours are pretty chill, and the shelves are filled with stories that feel more like friends than just books. It’s one of the few places where she can just be herself, not “the Callahan girl,” but simply Arabella—someone who recommends poetry to strangers and organizes novels by instinct. She took the job not for the cash, but for the peace it brings her. It’s an escape from the fancy life of silk gloves and silver spoons she never wanted. When she's not helping customers, she sketches during the quiet hours and dreams of being an artist. Not for fame or gallery shows, but to create something that's truly hers. Something real. Art is where her heart is. Her notebooks are filled with charcoal smudges and ink-stained fingers. She doesn't share her work with many people, but in her mind, every drawing is a step closer to the future she’s quietly building for herself.

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” I may have been born in a house full of chandeliers, but I find the light in things no one notices.”

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overview:

• Arabella’s the kind of girl who feels everything intensely, even if she doesn’t always show it. She’s quiet, not because she has nothing to say, but because she knows most people don’t listen like she wishes they would. She notices the little things others miss: the way someone’s voice changes when they’re hiding something, or that smell in the air just before it rains. There’s a gentle side to her, but she’s not easily broken. She’s been let down, left behind, and misunderstood more times than she can count.

• She’s the type who reads a bunch of books at once, dog-earing pages and scribbling notes in the margins. Her sketchbook is always within reach, usually lying open on the floor or stuffed in her bag, filled with half-finished drawings and bits of her thoughts. She tends to overthink everything and keeps her guard up, especially around people who are only interested in her last name. But what she wants is real connections—deep chats, quiet moments, friendships that stick around even when life gets messy.

• Arabella isn’t perfect. Sometimes she shuts people out without meaning to. She’ll laugh something off even when it stings, just to avoid being too vulnerable. But deep down, she just wants someone to see her. Not the rich girl or the quiet one, but the real her—the version that stays up late, lost in thought and still believes in love, even if she doesn’t say it out loud.

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moral alignment:

• Arabella’s all about doing what feels right. She follows her heart more than rules or authority. It’s not like she’s trying to be a rebel for the sake of it, but she definitely won’t just go along with orders, especially not from a dad who’s never really been in the picture. Her moral com is seriously personal; it's shaped by empathy, inner strength, and wanting to make life a bit better for the people she cares about. She’s not into power, money, or status, even though she grew up surrounded by that stuff. Instead, she finds joy in the little things—like helping out at the bookstore, expressing herself through painting, or just being there for her best friend.

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positive traits:

Empathetic. | Creative. | Loyal | thoughtful

• She has a knack for picking up on the feelings of people around her, even when they don’t say a word. It's like she can sense their heartaches, joys, and unspoken struggles, which makes her such a comforting presence when things get tough.

• Creativity runs in her veins; she pours her thoughts and emotions into art, whether it’s painting, sketching in a notebook, or writing in her journal. Each piece shows a little slice of her soul, turning her inner thoughts into something beautiful that connects with others.

• Loyalty means everything to her. Once she trusts someone, she’s their solid rock. You can count on her to stick by your side through thick and thin, ready to and lift you when things get rough. For her, loyalty goes beyond just a word; it’s a heartfelt promise. It might take her a bit to open up, but when you’re in her heart, she’s all-in for the long haul.

• She’s thoughtful in special ways, always noticing the little things that others might miss. She re how you like your coffee—just a splash of cream, no sugar—or that book you casually mentioned, and she’ll hunt it down just for you. Her love comes through in sweet little gestures: maybe a handwritten note tucked into your bag, a playlist made just for you, or a cozy blanket draped over your shoulders while you drift off on the couch. In those quiet moments, her affection shines bright, showing how much she cherishes the people in her life.

negative traits:

Emotionally guarded. | Holds grudges. | Tends to isolate.

• She struggles to open up, even to her closest friends. The fear of being vulnerable hangs over her, whispering that showing her true self will only lead to disappointment. It’s not that she doesn’t want to be known—she craves that deep connection—but her past has taught her to be careful. Sharing too much has often ended in awkward silence, loneliness, or painful betrayals. Because of that, she keeps her guard up, hiding her hurt behind gentle smiles and quickly changing the subject when conversations get too deep. Letting someone into her inner world feels risky, like giving them a weapon; she’s just not sure she can handle getting hurt again.

• For her, forgiving someone takes time, especially when trust has been broken. Trust isn’t something she gives out easily; it’s delicate and takes a long time to build with each shared moment. Once it’s broken, it’s really hard to fix it the way it used to be. She might seem graceful and resilient on the outside, moving forward like it’s no big deal, but inside, she’s still haunted by past betrayals. Those memories stick with her, serving as constant reminders of the lessons learned and the walls she’s put up. It’s not just holding onto grudges; it’s more about protecting herself from being disappointed again. While she does believe people can change, the sting of feeling abandoned is something she can’t fully shake off.

• When she feels overwhelmed or hurt, she tends to shut down, pulling away from the people who care about her, even when she feels the loneliness creeping in. It’s a tough irony: in her need for alone time, she often finds herself wishing for their company, caught between wanting to connect and the instinct to guard her heart.

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hobbies:

Sketching & Painting. | Reading. | Record Collecting. | Baking.

• Her favorite way to express her feelings is through the art she sketches in her books. They’re filled with detailed portraits of strangers she spots on busy streets, peaceful snapshots of tucked-away corners in the city, and abstract shapes and colors that capture emotions she sometimes struggles to put into words. Each page is like a peek into her mind, showing the complexities of her thoughts and how deeply she sees the world.

• She has an unquenchable thirst for novels, especially those coming-of-age stories and character-driven dramas that hit home. The pages are her escape from reality—a cozy refuge that wraps her in engaging tales and characters she can relate to. Reading feels like her safe space, giving her comfort and understanding when she needs it most.

• Listening to music is another ion that started in her childhood when her mom had an old record player. Now, it’s become one of her favorite hobbies. The warm, crackly sound of vinyl creates a cozy vibe that she loves. On weekends, she likes to go on treasure hunts, looking through local shops for new records, each one holding memories and emotions that add depth to her life.

• Baking is a rare but special thing for her, something she picked up from Mrs. Whitmore, her favorite neighbor. When nostalgia or sadness hits, she finds comfort in the calming rhythm of mixing ingredients. Simple muffins or cookies come out of her kitchen, filling the air with a comforting smell and wrapping her in a bittersweet hug, reminding her that sometimes a little sweetness can help heal even the toughest emotions.

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likes:

Grilled cheese with tomato soup. | Cinnamon rolls. | Gilmore Girls. | New Girl. | Anything Disney. | Little Women. | fresh strawberries

• Grilled cheese and a bowl of hot tomato soup are her go-to comfort food when everything feels like it’s spiraling out of control—a warm hug that feels like a cozy blanket. Every bite takes her back to those rainy afternoons spent with Mrs. Whitmore, who would come over with a tray full of goodness, her warm presence filling up the big, echoey house while they enjoyed soft music in the background.

• Cinnamon rolls have a special spot in her heart, especially the homemade ones Mrs. Whitmore whips up for her birthday every year.

• Fresh strawberries topped with creamy whipped cream are another guilty pleasure, bringing back memories of her mom lifting her onto the kitchen counter with the smell of fruit and the sunshine flooding the kitchen.

• "Gilmore Girls" isn’t just a favorite show; it’s like a cozy friend, with its quick banter and the special mother-daughter bond that makes her feel a bit wistful for what she’s lost. On the other hand, "New Girl" is all about laughter, a light escape that can lift her mood.

• Anything Disney grabs her attention right away, transporting her back to a childhood filled with magical fairy tales that still bring her comfort. "Beauty and the Beast" is her top pick, not just for the plot but for the idea that true love sees beyond imperfections and embraces the beauty inside.

• Then there’s "Little Women," her all-time favorite, she’s read it more times than she could , and could probably quote the whole book.

dislikes:

Superficiality. | Being Forgotten or Left Behind. | Pressure to Be Perfect. | Olives

• Arabella can’t stand all the pointless small talk that goes nowhere or the fake vibe of people obsessed with appearances. Growing up in the fancy world of high society, she knows all too well the emptiness behind those shiny smiles that look good on the surface. She’d much rather dive into someone’s real struggles than hear about their flashy shopping trips. That’s why she avoids stuffy country club lunches and hates the phony feel of networking events. The fake laughter and the syrupy smell of forced compliments make her skin crawl.

• This dislike runs deep, hitting her in a vulnerable spot. While she’s fine being on her own, a nagging fear of being forgotten sticks with her. Her mom left without saying goodbye, her dad is always caught up in his work, and friends frequently bail on her or don’t even notice her. Each time someone overlooks her, it chips away at her already shaky confidence, pushing her to every birthday, favorite drink, and quirky habit of those around her. She just wants to ensure no one feels as invisible as she often does.

• Everyone expects her to be classy, smart, and composed—all because of her family name. But the constant pressure to be perfect is tiring. Arabella struggles with her flaws; she messes up, gets stuck overthinking little things, and feels emotions more intensely than she’d like to it. This struggle should be okay, but an invisible weight is always on her shoulders, as if one crack in her carefully built facade will send everything spiraling. She hates the unending pressure to always smile and succeed.

• And don’t even get her started on olives; make her cringe. It’s not just that they taste gross; it’s the memories they bring back. Olives were always at family gatherings, served on a fancy silver platter like they were something special, but nobody ever really liked them. Her dad, too busy with work to notice, never caught her grimace or her quiet dislike of that appetizer.

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habits:

Picks at her cuticles when anxious. | Twirls a strand of hair. | binge eats.

• Arabella has picked up a nervous habit of picking at her cuticles whenever she’s stressed or overthinking, often without even noticing it. This started back in childhood when she’d anxiously wait for her dad to show up for another missed promise. Even now, as an adult, this little gesture signals that something’s weighing on her mind.

• When she’s lost in sketching funny worlds, wrapped up in a great book, or drifting into daydreams, Arabella has this thing of twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. It’s a simple comfort that helps her feel grounded when her thoughts start to get messy.

• Another habit she struggles with—one she’s not proud of—is bingeing on junk food when she’s feeling down or just having a rough day. What kicks off as a few salty chips or one cookie quickly turns into a full-on snack fest, leaving a mess of empty wrappers scattered around like a guilty pleasure graveyard. Even though she knows it’s not healthy, there’s something oddly comforting about curling up with a bag of crunchy pretzels or rich chocolate when everything feels too much. It’s her go-to way of turning down the noise, even if it’s just for a little while, and finding a moment of comfort amidst the chaos.

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fears:

Becoming like her father. | Abandonment. | Thunderstorms.

• She’s constantly worried about turning into someone cold, distant, and shut off from her feelings. Even though she hardly ever its it, there’s a nagging part of her that’s scared that all the disappointments over the years have made her heart hard.

• Since the day her mom walked out and her dad became just a ghost of who he used to be, Arabella has been hit with this ongoing fear that everyone she cares about will eventually slip away, just like them. This worry makes her take forever to trust people and even harder to let them go once she’s included them in her life.

• Thunderstorms have been her silent nightmare since she was a kid. That fear kicked in on a stormy night after her mom left—the sky lit up with lightning, and the rain pounded on the windows like it was trying to break in. She re hiding under her covers, wishing someone would pop up and comfort her, but no one ever showed up. Now, even as an adult, the sound of thunder makes her uneasy, tightening her chest with dread. She tries to act like it doesn’t bother her, but when the storms roll in, she turns to her little safe space—lighting scented candles to chase away the darkness, playing some calming tunes, and curling up in bed, hoping the storm will quickly and spare her from feeling that old fear again.

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” No matter what others think of me. I’m not a spoiled rich girl. “

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𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚.

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food:

• grilled cheese, strawberries, French toast, and cinnamon rolls.

color:

• blue.

animal:

• dogs and cats.

music artist:

• Jazz music artists and Taylor Swift.

drink:

• iced peach tea.

season:

• winter and fall.

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𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁

sweet or salty?

• sweet.

Hot or cold?

• cold

Optimist or pessimist?

• both

Early bird or night owl?

• night owl.

inside or outside?

• both.

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” Yeah, I’ve got scars. Some you can see, most you can’t. Doesn’t mean they don’t still hurt sometimes.“

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𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

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visage:

• Arabella has this easygoing beauty that catches your eye without even trying. Her skin is tan from her time out in the sun, with a blush. In the summer, a sprinkle of tiny freckles dusts her nose and cheeks, especially when she spends lazy afternoons by the window, lost in her sketching. Her long auburn hair flows in waves, often tucked behind one ear or thrown into a messy bun when she’s deep in thought. On quieter days, she lets it fall freely, framing her face like a soft curtain that offers some comfort when everything feels too loud. She has blue eyes with thick, dark lashes. Arabella's lips are naturally full and often fall into a thoughtful line, lighting up with shy yet genuine smiles when she’s comfortable. She keeps her makeup simple—a swipe of mascara or a bit of lip balm—preferring a look that feels real rather than perfectly polished. Even though she’s surrounded by nice things, her style is laid-back and cozy. Think oversized sweaters that feel like a warm hug, vintage tees that hint at untold stories, and roomy coats that give her an air of casual intrigue. Her boots, slightly beat up and well-loved, show the signs of many adventures. Overall, her wardrobe radiates that girl-next-door charm paired with a thoughtful, reflective essence that sticks with you long after she leaves the room.

physique:

• Arabella has a naturally slender frame, with long limbs and a graceful posture that makes her look like she’s trying to take up less space than she does. She’s about 5’6”, which isn’t super tall, but her quiet presence gives her an almost taller vibe, especially when she’s in her element—usually with a sketchbook or a good book in hand.

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voice:

• Arabella has a soft voice that has a gentle and flowy quality, drawing people in without being loud. She only raises her voice when she’s ionate or flustered; most of the time, she speaks calmly, as if she’s picking her words carefully and deciding how much to share. There’s a warmth in her tone that makes people feel listened to, even when she’s saying just a little. If she gets nervous, her voice might shake or go quiet, sometimes barely audible. But when she talks about her favorite things—like art, stories, or books—her voice lights up, full of emotion and energy. When she’s tired or has been crying, her voice gets a slight rasp, which she doesn’t like but can’t hide. And when she’s angry, instead of getting louder, her voice gets sharper and colder, cutting deep without the need for volume.

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tattoos:

• She has a tiny crescent moon inked behind her left ear. It’s minimalist and easy to miss unless you’re looking for it. She got it on her 18th birthday, and she just really liked the design.

piercings:

• She has two lobe piercings in each ear and a helix piercing on her right ear. The lobe piercings are usually adorned with small gold or silver studs or delicate hoops, while the helix sometimes holds a tiny star-shaped earring or a dainty cuff.

scars:

•There’s a small scar on her right knee that takes her back to that fun day when she took a tumble off her bike at six years old. She had been racing down the sunny driveway, heart racing with excitement, trying hard to impress a kid from the neighborhood. She re her mom rushing over to pick her up, showing that warmth and care that always made things better. The feeling of those butterfly bandages being gently put on, along with soft kisses that seemed to take away the pain, still lingers with her. It’s one of the last comforting memories she holds onto, a piece of a happier time.

• On her left wrist, there's a faint burn mark that tells the story of her determination on her fourteenth birthday when she decided to bake herself a cake. Her dad had forgotten her special day for the umpteenth time, so she poured her heart into making the cake, determined not to let disappointment ruin the celebration. She accidentally got burned in the heat of the moment, but she kept it to herself, opting for long sleeves to cover up her little battle scar and show her quiet strength.

• A tiny white scar on her thumb is a reminder of when frustration got the best of her. While trying to open a stubborn box of art supplies, she got a bit too carried away, and a quick slip resulted in a sharp cut from the cardboard. It’s a small mark, but it captures those moments of creativity mixed with a bit of pain—an ever-present reminder that making something often comes with its own set of challenges.

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clothing style:

• She doesn’t stick to any one style and just goes with the flow when it comes to fashion. Her closet mixes casual comfort with some quirky finds; you’ll usually catch her in distressed jeans that scream chill vibes, paired with a comfy sweatshirt or a cool jacket. On her feet, she often wears ankle boots or trendy sneakers that give off a city vibe. It’s funny because her wardrobe is packed with fancy stuff, but she always leans towards that easygoing, down-to-earth look.

accessories:

• She always wears a silver necklace with a small, simple pendant—a gift from her mother before she left. It’s a piece that Arabella holds onto tightly, as it’s one of the few tangible connections she has to her.

• She also has a collection of rings that she switches out depending on her mood. Some are simple bands, while others have small stones—turquoise, moonstone, and amethyst. A few of these rings were gifts from her best friend, who knows how much she treasures them.

•Arabella’s favorite accessory, however, is her worn leather satchel. It’s seen better days, but she’s had it for years. She uses it for everything—from carrying sketchbooks and novels to keeping mementos and old postcards. It’s her constant companion, worn in all the right ways, and it’s one of the few possessions she doesn’t think twice about.

• Occasionally, she’ll wear a thin scarf, usually tied loosely around her neck or worn as a headband, depending on the season. It adds a little bit of flair to her laid-back style.

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aroma:

• She gives off a lovely mix of lavender and vanilla, a light and charming scent that sticks around her. This calming aroma mainly comes from her go-to shampoo and fancy body wash, both packed with soothing floral notes. Sometimes, she adds a quick spray of perfume, layering that warm, sweet smell to create a welcoming vibe that attracts people.

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” Sometimes, the quietest moments speak the loudest. “

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overview:

• no abilities

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combat:

some karate

• Delilah’s dad runs a lively karate dojo, buzzing with the sounds of students shouting and the thud of kicking pads. Whenever Arabella hung out with Delilah, her dad would generously share his tips, showing them cool self-defense moves. The girls would throw on their fresh white gis, laughing as they practiced punches and kicks. Each lesson was a chance to not just learn but also to connect. The dojo turned into their go-to spot, where discipline mixed with fun, and every moment was filled with the exciting vibe of martial arts.

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” I may not have everything figured out, but I’m learning to embrace the mess along the way. “

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mental overview:

• Arabella’s in a pretty good place mentally, for the most part. She has her rough days, like anyone else, especially when her dad bails on something important again. Those moments hit hard, and sometimes they leave her feeling low or even a little depressed. But overall, she’s learned how to take care of herself emotionally. She knows how to cope, how to pull herself out of those darker headspaces, and she’s gotten pretty good at keeping herself grounded. It’s not perfect, but she’s doing all right.

Physical overview:

• She keeps herself pretty healthy and tries to fit in walks and jogs, especially when it's nice out in the summer. But when she's feeling down, she tends to dive into junk food, looking for comfort in all her favorite snacks.

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phobias:

Astraphobia (fear of thunderstorms)

• Storms have always made her feel on edge. The loud crack of thunder or a flash of lightning sends a wave of anxiety through her. When she was a kid, she’d hide under the warm blankets or curl up in a dark corner of her room, hugging her knees and covering her ears. The rumble of thunder felt like something dark was looming over her little world. Now that she’s grown up, she still gets that same tense feeling when storm clouds roll in. She tries not to look out the window at the churning sky and keeps her headphones close by, ready to block out the unsettling sounds of a storm if it happens.

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” I don’t need the whole world to understand me—just one person who tries. “

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mother:

Juliette Moreau-Callahan. | 45. | alive.

• Juliette Moreau-Callahan used to be the picture of elegance, fitting right into the elite scene of Manhattan. Coming from the creative and ionate Moreau family, she had this captivating mix of sophistication and a wild side that peeked through her polished facade. Although marrying into the well-to-do Callahan family wasn’t her dream, she tried to carve out some happiness in that life, mostly for her daughter, Arabella.

• When Arabella was born, the hospital room felt sterile and uninviting. Juliette gripped the edge of the stark white blanket, acutely aware of her husband’s absence. For the first six years of Arabella's life, she filled their grand but empty home with warmth—doing her daughter’s hair in lovely braids, telling magical bedtime stories, and stitching a colorful quilt, all to show Arabella that she could be anything she dreamed of.

• Then one night, Juliette just disappeared.

• She walked away from everything—the cold marble house, the expectations, and the endless string of fancy parties filled with meaningless chatter. She left behind not just her wedding ring but also a deafening silence and her little girl, who was just starting to understand love. For Juliette, surviving in a world that prioritized appearances and treated love as just a transaction became too much, yet she didn't take Arabella with her. That goodbye was incomplete.

• Now, Arabella holds on to the pieces of her mother, like the bright quilt spread across her bed, offering comfort, and a silver pendant against her skin that reminds her of a once-cherished love. But these treasures feel like just fragments of what once was. Arabella tells herself she’s okay, that she’s moved on, but deep down, a storm of emotions simmers. She’s angry; Juliette hasn’t reached out—not a call or letter, nothing. Even as Arabella tries to cling to joyful memories, the sting of abandonment remains. With every birthday candle she blows out, part of her wishes for the mother she barely knew, while another part wants to forget her entirely.

Father:

Harrison Callahan. | 48. | alive.

• Harrison Callahan is the kind of guy who built his empire one brick and one dollar at a time. Even though he inherited a lot of money, he turned it into something massive, multiplying his wealth tenfold. As the CEO of Callahan Global Holdings, he’s all about navigating the cutthroat world of investments and real estate with sharp smarts and a no-nonsense attitude. His portfolio includes fancy hotels, high-tech campuses, and prestigious commercial properties around the globe. In negotiations, he’s tough and fixated on control over his business, his public image, and all the tiny details in between.

• When Arabella’s mom, Juliette, walked out one day, Harrison didn’t fall apart. Instead, he dove headfirst into work, hiding his heartbreak under a mountain of meetings, strategic buys, and late-night calls to clients all over the world. Even though Arabella was just six at the time, she quickly picked up on the heavy realities of being left behind—not just by her mom, but also by her dad.

• Harrison struggled to figure out how to comfort a kid, so he went with the wrong approach: he just threw money at her. He flooded Arabella with expensive tutors, top-notch schools, designer clothes, and over-the-top birthday presents. But his actual presence was as rare as a unicorn, just a fleeting figure in his sharp suit, appearing and disappearing between business trips and swanky investor events.

• Their relationship is a complicated mess of feelings. Arabella doesn’t hate him—he’s not a bad guy—yet she deals with a growing frustration about their emotional gap, the silence that hangs between them, and his false belief that cash can replace real connection. He’s polite and maybe even a bit protective, but they never get into the serious stuff. They don’t talk about Juliette leaving, their feelings, or the real issues that matter.

• Maybe underneath all the formality and distance, there’s a hint of care. But for Arabella, gifts don’t mean much. What she craves is a dad who shows up for her, who connects with her heart and soul, bringing the warmth and presence she’s always needed.

siblings:

• Even though Arabella is an only child, she sometimes wishes she had a brother or sister—someone to share the mansion with, someone to talk to, or just to have around when things get lonely.

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close friends:

Delilah “Lilah” Reyes. | Alive.

•Delilah Reyes has been Arabella’s best friend since they were twelve, after a chance seating arrangement in middle school science class. Where Arabella was quiet, guarded, and always polite, Lilah was bold, loud, and endlessly curious. She was the first person to call her Ari—a nickname that started as a joke and somehow became sacred.

• Lilah is the kind of friend who doesn’t wait to be let in—she simply shows up. She’s fiercely loyal, emotionally honest, and never afraid to call Arabella out when she’s retreating into herself. She knows every version of Ari: the soft-spoken girl who cries during old Disney movies, the one who gets overwhelmed in loud rooms, the one who flinches at sudden thunder. She’s seen the quiet anger, the broken hope, the aching loneliness Arabella tries so hard to hide. And she never runs.

• She was there for every birthday after Arabella’s mom left, sneaking into the brownstone with glittery cards and store-bought cupcakes. She makes the effort every time, without being asked. Even now, when college and work have them in different places more often than not, Lilah stays connected—late-night FaceTimes, voice memos, the occasional spontaneous visit.

• Lilah is loud music in the car. She’s thrifted jean jackets and lipstick smudges and dared Arabella to take risks. She’s home, in a way Arabella never found in her own house. And even though they’ve both grown up, changed, and gotten busier, their friendship is one of the few constants Arabella believes will last.

close friends:

Eleanor Whitmore. | Early 60s. | Alive.

• Eleanor Whitmore—always “Mrs. Whitmore” to Arabella, despite her repeated invitations to drop the formality—has been working in the Whitmore household for over twenty-five years. Hired originally as a housekeeper when Arabella’s parents were newly married, she remained even after most of the other staff came and went, becoming one of the few permanent fixtures in an otherwise shifting and distant home.

• Technically, she’s the maid. But to Arabella, she’s far more than that.

• When Arabella’s mother left and her father threw himself into business deals and board meetings, it was Mrs. Whitmore who made sure she never felt entirely alone. She was the one who ed her favorite meals, who noticed when she was having a bad day, who taught her how to sew on a button, and how to make tea just the way she liked it. She never pried, never pushed—just quietly stayed, offering comfort in a world that often felt cold and too big.

• She bakes Arabella a cake every year on her birthday and insists on sitting down with her to eat breakfast together when she can. Her room, tucked off the kitchen, is small but cozy and filled with framed pictures of her children and little gifts Arabella’s made or bought her over the years. She’s one of the only people Arabella truly trusts, and while they may not say it aloud, there’s a quiet understanding between them—that in the absence of Arabella’s real mother, Mrs. Whitmore has filled the space as best she could.

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enemies:

Veronica Easton. | Thomas Greaves.

• Veronica is the daughter of one of her father’s business partners. Veronica and Arabella went to the same private school, and while they were never close, there was always an unspoken tension between them. Veronica saw Arabella’s quiet nature and independence as weakness, often mocking her in subtle, cutting ways behind a polished smile. She represents everything Arabella resents about the upper-class world—fake friendships, empty validation, and cruelty masked as charm.

• Thomas Greaves is a former family “friend” who worked closely with her father. When Arabella was a teenager, she overheard Thomas talking about her like she was just another asset—something to be married off or used for her family’s image. That moment solidified a deep distrust in people who orbit her father’s world.

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pets:

• Arabella doesn’t have any pets, but she’s always wanted a dog. She dreams of having a small, fluffy companion, like a Yorkie or a Pomeranian. However, she refuses to use her father’s money for it. Instead, she’s been saving up her earnings from working at the bookstore, determined to buy her furry friend with her hard-earned cash.

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love interest:

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” You can miss someone who was never really there. “

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•Arabella Callahan had a life that seemed like a dream—full of wealth, luxury, and privilege. But behind that shiny exterior, things weren't as perfect as they looked. When Arabella was six, her mom, Juliette, decided she was fed up with the high-society lifestyle that came with marrying Harrison Callahan. One stormy night, Arabella woke up and noticed her mom packing bags and hopping into a cab, leaving without a word. After that, it was radio silence—no letters, calls, or any sign of her ever again.

• Harrison, her dad, shut down completely. Instead of comforting Arabella or even dealing with his feelings about her mom leaving, he threw himself into his work at Callahan Global Holdings. He became more of a ghost than a father, showing up at home just to grab his briefcase and rush out again for business deals. Arabella grew up in that big, empty house, feeling like a stranger to the man who was supposed to be her dad. Sent off to private schools that she didn’t want to attend, she often wished for a more normal life, one where she could just be a regular kid.

• The one bright spot in Arabella’s life was her friendships, especially with Delilah, who was like a sister to her. Delilah, with her loud and vibrant personality, perfectly balanced out Arabella's quieter nature. They trained in self-defense at Delilah’s dad’s karate dojo, which made Arabella feel safer in a world that often seemed shaky. But what meant the most to Arabella was Delilah’s loyalty. She didn't care about Arabella's wealth; she just loved her for who she was. They spent countless nights watching Disney movies, chatting for hours, or just hanging out in front of the TV. Delilah was there for her through everything.

• Arabella had a complex relationship with her wealth. Even though she never had to worry about material stuff, she wasn’t into the flashy lifestyle it brought. The parties and social events just didn’t phase her. She wasn’t spoiled, and she worked hard to carve out her path. One of her favorite places was a small local bookstore in Manhattan, where she felt free to be herself, lost in the stories that took her away from her reality.

• Her birthday, which landed on June 15th, was another reminder of her loneliness. Instead of big blowout parties like you might expect, her birthdays were pretty low-key and often felt empty. Her dad was rarely around to celebrate, and if he was, it would just be a quick in-and-out before he dove back into work. The gifts he gave were always pricey, but they didn’t fill the void left by his absence. Mrs. Whitmore, the maid who acted like a mother figure after Juliette left, would bake simple treats for her, which brought some comfort as they would spend time together listening to music or just hanging out.

• As she got older, Arabella stopped waiting around for her dad to show up on her birthday. Instead, she made the day special for herself, enjoying the little moments with Delilah and doing things that made her feel good. It was during one of those birthdays that she realized she didn't care about the grand gestures or fancy gifts anymore. What mattered was the meaningful connections she had, especially with people like Delilah, who made her feel valued and loved.

• Arabella saved up her own money from working at the bookstore, all so she could buy herself a dog—a—small one, like a Yorkie or a Pomeranian. She didn’t want to dip into her dad’s wealth for something like that. This was her way of taking charge and making sure she was building a life on her .

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” Loneliness doesn’t always come from being alone—it comes from being forgotten. “

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credits:

images from Pinterest

images edited by me on PicsArt

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