Full Time Student, Part Time Artist… and Rebel!Background:
Following in the footsteps of her mother, mother’s mother and all the mothers who came before that, Stacy’s life has been a rigid ode to perfection since the day she was born. Each and every step she’s taken has been followed closely by careful grooming and direction, with the smallest signs of resistance - or even a fumble along her perfectly crafted road - met swiftly by a harsh punishment. Stacy wasn’t even permitted to fail socially, a fact which forced her to suffer doubly with each call the school made to her parents. This in turn only caused her to withdraw further from the other pupils, to the point where she wasn’t even noticeable enough to tease or harass anymore.
It was only once Stacy reached her later years that she emerged slightly from the bubble her parents had inadvertently forced her in. And while she remained mostly quiet and well-behaved, it was during this time that she gradually summoned the will to rebel. She started with small tokens of defiance, such as ripping off the tags on mattresses and pillows (no, really, she has hundreds of the things stashed inside a drawer), but quickly moved onto bigger acts with each passing day. Once she even bought a delicious tub of chocolate dessert, despite her family’s strong policy against junk food. Scandalous! She swiftly passed it on to the nearest child before hurriedly making her escape in a fit of maniacal giggles. Despite these noble efforts against her family however, Stacy knew she wasn’t gaining much ground.
It was during her seventeenth birthday that the catalyst for her biggest change would take place, an act of rebellion that she neither planned nor initiated. It started with the young teen simply standing and watching idly by while her guests mingled, focused on the sight of so many familiar faces and yet not one she’d deign to call “friend”. She hadn’t even noticed the approach of a young man until he’d wrapped his arms gently around her shoulders before softly whispering into her ear. He offered small comforts, sweet nothings and thrilling promises.
[Deleted, I tried to leave the sex scene lighthearted, since this is the public area, but decided I'm still uncomfortable putting it here]
It wasn’t until the next day that Stacy learned the name of her mysterious lover, who had teasingly dodged the question after their brief romp. He was the son of one of her dad’s associates, wealthy like the Nakamura family but unrestricted by the rules and traditions which plagued Stacy. The two continued to connect after the incident but the fire they felt on that one night never returned. Instead they became close friends, with Stacy picking up on some of his hobbies, such as art. She even had her back marked by a permanent tattoo, all thanks to her new friend’s urgings. It wasn’t a friendship that would last however as it didn’t take long before her dad’s associate had to leave the country, bringing his son with him.
Stacy has since sought to break free from her parents. A feat she finally achieved by convincing them to allow her to enlist in a foreign school. She took the time to find the most prestigious one she could before creating a compelling argument, with a long list of reasons, for the good it would do her. She also had to promise to drop her hobby in art before they finally agreed. A promise she broke the moment she landed, going so far as to buy clothes she believes artsy people would wear.Personality:
Stacy tries to put on a strong front even if she can’t help but squeak and cringe inwardly at the slightest misdemeanour or nudging of a rule. The last year has taught her how to interact with others more confidently but she can still be intimidated, or enthralled, by those with presence or a touch of rebelliousness in them. Strict Off's:
My “Ons” and “Offs” can be found in my preferences but, to sum it up, the only elements I consider a NO-GO are excretions, “extreme” pain and excessive gore.
Picture of a character:Which clothes they have on:
Stacy’s wearing a pair of sleek black combat boots along with a matching, pleated, skirt and a dark beret. Over her torso she’s wearing a comfy hot-pink tank top with the word Bitchy purposefully scrawled across the front.