-moving into retrograde-

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|a wreck|
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|looks like steel, acts like diamond, is actually a marshmallow|
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|no seriously guys this girl is really fucking tired, give her a break|
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|has an all encompassing hate for the word 'moist' and will punch anyone who says it in the face|
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|protects her family at all costs|
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|self sacrificing af|
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|wanted to go to Juliard but was trapped anchored here|
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|will cut you if you mess with her|
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|v threatening when she wants to be|
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|v bad relationship with her dad & his family, my poor bb|
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|the type of person who works 40 hours a week and still smiles for other peoples' benefit|
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|majorly depressed|
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|obsessed with bad teen soaps|
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|needs hugs & deserves better|
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full name


Regan Alexandra Hall


nickname


Regi, Alexa, R.H, Ria, Halls 


age


23


gender


Cis-Female


orientations


Panromantic & Pansexual


birthday


Nov. 12th


role


Other


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face claim


Stella Maeve


body frame


average build, slight curves 


height


5'7 1/2 in, 171.45 cm.


weight


143 lb., 64.8637 kg.


hair


Dark-brown w/ Caramel-highlights, shoulder length.


eyes


Brown-Hazel


style


Ideally? Casual, elegant and comfy: cardigans, sweaters, beanies,  long dresses and silk shirts. Realistically? Comfortable, affordable yet still stylish: Tees, hoodies, jackets, sweatshirts,  button-ups and plaids.


noticeable feature


tattoo on back of neck; small, faded scar running down her jaw


voice claim


Stella Maeve


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vices


|inhibited|


|emotional|


|cynic|


|martyr|


|vindictive|


virtues


|loyal|


|hard-working|


|protective|


|determined|


|perceptive|


likes


black-and-white movies, classical music, B-Horror movies, graffiti art, photography. piano melodies, bad teen soaps


dislikes


white noise, heat waves, reality tv, root-beer flavored everything, hospitals, the word 'moist', the smell of smog in the morning air


habits


-mumbles her thoughts under her breath when she thinks no one is listening-


-gestures subconsciously when excited/angered/in arguments-


-fiddles with sleeves, bracelets and necklaces when nervous/anxious-


fears


-Scared she'll forever be tied down to the shit-hole she calls home-


-Fears that what she's doing won't be good enough to pay off their debts-


-Horrified by the thought that she could lose her entire family due to her father's past mistakes- 


skills


piano. photography, reading body language   


weaknesses


slow reflexes, horrible memory, terrible liar


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biography


(WARNING: The following biography contains sensitive material that may not be appropriate for all readers. If you have any history regarding: Depression, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, mental illness in general, child neglect, blackmail & bribery, anxiety & panic disorders, or anything else, be advised that this bio may have triggering content. If you feel you are comfortable enough to go through this, then please continue If you are not comfortable enough to go through this, then please step away or skip through this biography. I repeat, do not go through this bio if you think this could be harmful to you and your psyche. No amount of reading or writing is good if it harms you or anyone else. You have been forewarned, if you need to take a break in between the readings please do so. Have fun, stay safe, and have a good day!


|the then|


/'The Juilliard girl', 'The dreamer in the clouds', 'The free-spirit', 'The one unshackled to this place'\


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She know's it's stupid to listen in, that in doing so she's only feeding into her own insecurities and doubts about her decision to stay in Chicago and take care of her siblings while working in this dump, but she wants to know what they think happened. Wants to know their opinion on why the girl who had a free-ride to Juilliard suddenly decided to say 'fuck you' to the once in a lifetime scholarship to take up an apron and greasy elbows instead.


Some say that she had gotten knocked up, that the brief weight gain she had gotten as a result from bouncing back from a momentary sorrow (depression, the word rings faintly in the back of her mind. Depression is what it was, undermining it won't make it any less true) was weight she had put on because some guy had knocked her up; some say that she'd gotten into drugs (shaky hands, pale skin, sunken eyes, gaunt features- took Blake shaking her awake and crying like no tomorrow to drag her away from death's tempting embrace) and that she lost the scholarship because she got caught doing whatever they decided was the best/worst drug imaginable; some say that she had just lost it, that she had too much of her mother in her and she had finally succumbed to the same insanity that Chicago inevitably drilled into you.


It was amusing to hear their theories- The stories they'd tell just to satisfy this sick and twisted need to know what had happened. It gave her a good chuckle to hear the folk-tales that they'd base around her and it made her laugh at how far-fetched they were. Well, that is until they started becoming less 'far-fetched' and more on-the-nose than they'd know. That's about the time she'd stop listening and work harder and harder to get whatever the hell was on the damn table this time.


Because the tall tales she could handle. The truth? The honest, unadulterated truth that broke every single damn thing inside of her?


That was another story.


...


-w.i.p-


|the now|


/'The girl who wasted it all', 'The one who stayed behind', 'The girl at the diner', 'The one who's torn apart inside'\


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Placing her dreams back on the shelf and out of her reach, Regan gives up her scholarship and decides to stay in Chicago to take care of her family.


She replaces her daily practices with new shifts at Al Mac's Diner, working day and night and sometimes even overtime just to make enough to pay whatever bill comes in this month. Instead of partying like the college kid she was supposed to be, Regan helps her siblings with their homework and attempts and fails to make dinner suitable enough for three (Her father gets none because- well, he's just a dick). And instead of the piano consuming her life, it's now her father's debts that envelop her every waking moment: The loan shark's goons that lurk in the alleyways and the shadows behind the diner, demanding compensation in the form of either money or mutilation; the Lewis Twins' who wants the two-grand her father owes them; the owner of the Alibi Room, who's always kept a tab that was ten pages too long and hundred dollars too much- and even 'sweet' Ms. Adler next door who always seems to catch Regan off guard, sweetly reminding her to cough up a 50 each week that way she doesn't report her dad's drunken behavior to the cops and have her siblings taken away. Every single second, every minute that damned diner clock ticks and tocks, her entire being is consumed with worry  and panic and stress and fear and, and-


She hates fucking this- hates that this is how she lives now. She hates working forty-hours a week only to wind up working even more just to pay this month's water bill. Hates that she has to endure the treatment that some of the diner's clientele give her, giving her goose-chills every time she feels them lay there pervasive and burning stare on her body. Hates that every time a knock comes to the door she fills with dread- anxious that it might be the police coming to take A.J and Blake away from them, or even worse: That the loan shark finally made due on his promises and sent someone to 'give them a lesson'.


It's horrible, it's all-consuming, and quite frankly? It's a fucking depressing way to live.


But there's nothing she can do about it. Absolutely nothing. Because it isn't like she can just pack up her bags, throw them in her car and drive off into the damn sunset. No, not when A.J and Blake are here. If she did, who knows what would happen to the two of them. Because Andrew wouldn't take care of them! He'd probably just drain them of their college funds to fuel his poker addiction- Hell, he probably already has! And then not to mention that the fact that he's gone ninety-nine percent of the time- so not only would they be stuck with his awful ass, they'd be here. Alone. No one to supervise them, no one to make sure that they got up, no one to make sure that they got to school on time, no to make sure that they had eaten that day or even this week, ect. And not to mention that they'd just wind up in the cross-fires of their father's past misdoings, and if something were to happen to them- Regan just wouldn't know what to do...


So, she sucks it up. She wakes up, puts on her 'happy' face, drags her dad from whatever shit-hole he's at and goes throughout the day without complaint- no matter how badly she wants to scream at the next person who complains that they're damn burger has 'too much ketchup' on it or maybe murder the next customer asking to 'see her manager' after they were being rude ass shits.


And besides, it isn't like it's a permanent thing. It's only temporary, just until she can pay off her dead-beat dad's debts and save up enough to move her and her siblings out of this shit-hole of a town. Just until then.


So for the sake of her well-being and her siblings' as well, she will never break- she refuses to...


Even though part of her is starting to feel like it's already broken.


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family


[Father - Andrew B. Hall, 47, FC: George Clooney, other]


[Half-Brother - A.J Hall (Aiden Joseph Hall), 16, FC: Roshon Fegan, other]


[Half-Sister - Blake R. Hall, 15, FC: Kiernan Shipka, other]


theme(s)


x, x


other


-Diagnosed with chronic depression and severe anxiety, takes Lexapro to manage it.-


-Currently employed at Al Mac's, day shift on weekdays and round the clock on weekends.-


-Offers piano classes in her home every two-weekends, at the cost of 18 dollars an hour-


-Just really needs a hug, guys.-