ISLA SERRANO
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"She stops to reflect, and her thoughtful air, her air of pretending that she has forgotten, has the perfection of a work of art."
She stops to reflect, and her thoughtful air, her air of pretending that she has forgotten, has the perfection of a work of art.-Marguerite Duras
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xxxxx|| Nicknames || n/a
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xxxxx|| Pronouns || she/her/hers
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xxxxx|| Age || 27
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xxxxx|| Role || the jock xx
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xxxxx|| Hometown || gravity Falls, Mainexx
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xxxxx|| Height || 5'8"
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xxxxx|| Build || Slender
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xxxxx|| Description || Isla has a sort of exaggerated feminine style; she wears a lot of skirts and dresses, bright colors, florals, the most feminine of styles, all in an attempt to never ever look anything short of show-stoppingly gorgeous and feminine. She keeps her hair long, and thinks the natural waves compliment her well, though she does occasionally curl or straighten it. If she had a choice, she'd always wear it down, but she likes messy buns and braids when she has to tie it up. She doesn't tend to wear too much makeup, though she does certainly know how to do it well. Isla has a lot of insecurities, and she tries to highlight the things about herself that she likes to hide the things she doesn't, this often leads to her looking very put together, almost all the time. Isla is always well groomed, but thanks to her profession tends to have short, unpainted nails and rough hands from all the washing, which doesn't exactly match the rest of her appearance sometimes.
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Ever since Sam died, Isla has been a bit of a secretive person. She tends to keep her thoughts, emotions, and ideas to herself. She was bubbly and vibrant as a young child, but a mixture of the trauma and the expectations thrust upon her turned her into someone that didn't ever seem to be able to speak the truth. Lying has become a bit of a habit now, and not even big lies. She lies about little things, things that don't matter, things that do. She's not sure when she started lying, but she does know why. It's a hard habit to break, and so far she's been entirely unsuccessful. Other than the lying, she tends to be a little on the serious side, but certainly kind enough. One kind word can make a world of different, and she's made a pact with herself to never bring someone down who doesn't deserve it.
Isla has learned that people will give her whatever measure of respect she allows, so she's learned not to allow disrespect. This doesn't mean she's loud- or even vocal- when she feels disrespected (that's not always the safest option), but she does tend to remove herself from situations where she's not receiving the respect she deserves. It's taken a lot of work to get to the point where she knows her worth, and she does sometimes still fold under pressure (or when her parents are concerned), but she's built up a lot of confidence in herself and her intrinsic worth, not just her abilities or what others tell her about herself.
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Her friends never cared about how good she was at baseball, though. Sam was only a year older than her, and Isla just adored her. She loved being friends with the girl, felt more like herself every day with the little group of friends she was a part of. And then, all at once, it was over. Sam died, it was horrific. Isla has never been able to talk about it, can't even really remember it. Her mother smothered her with love, but she came out of that situation thinking that her father's plans for her were probably what was best. So she threw herself into baseball and gender roles, leaving all the silly ideas she'd had of being one of the girls behind. She became a little toxic for a while while she tried to cope, but did her best not to leave her childhood friends behind. Nobody knew how she felt about that night like they did, so every once and a while she'd find herself back with one of them, talking, just trying to connect with someone in a meaningful way.
She figured out that she was transgender in high school, tried to tell her parents in senior year. It didn't go so well, and it led to her moving as far away as she could for college. California would be better, she thought, and out there she slowly started to piece herself together out there. Her parents largely ignored her, and her transition, while still wanting to take credit for her achievements. She's the only one of her siblings who kept up the "family business" in some way, going through culinary school for pastry making and getting a job in a successful patisserie in LA. Her mother is proud of her achievements, but her father still wishes she'd gone down the path he'd planned for her. Neither of them want to talk about her being their daughter.
Despite the family restaurant being successful when Isla was younger, times have gotten tough. Isla is the only one of the Serrano children who was willing (with a little begging on her mother's part) to come and help run the restaurant. Her mother just knows things will get better again if they get things under control. Isla thinks that the town's population might not be able to support the place, but nobody listens to her.
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