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A M A R I S
H A M I L T O N
β½ βShe made broken look beautiful
and strong look invincible.
She walked with the Universe
on her shoulders and made it
look like a pair of wings.β βΎ
Unsteady || X Ambassadors /|\ Bet || Tinashe /|\ Desperado || Rihanna
Fα΄α΄α΄ α΄Κα΄Ιͺα΄ β¦ Jordyn Woods
DΙͺα΄Κα΄Ι’α΄α΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κ β§ #E8ADAA
TΚα΄α΄Ι’Κα΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κ β¦ #985D5A
H A M I L T O N
β½ βShe made broken look beautiful
and strong look invincible.
She walked with the Universe
on her shoulders and made it
look like a pair of wings.β βΎ
Unsteady || X Ambassadors /|\ Bet || Tinashe /|\ Desperado || Rihanna
Fα΄α΄α΄ α΄Κα΄Ιͺα΄ β¦ Jordyn Woods
DΙͺα΄Κα΄Ι’α΄α΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κ β§ #E8ADAA
TΚα΄α΄Ι’Κα΄ Cα΄Κα΄Κ β¦ #985D5A
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F U L LXN A M E
"Not gonna lie and say that there aren't a lot of things that can piss me off, because there are, but the number one pet peeve right now is when people mispronounce my name after the second time that I've corrected them. It's Am-uh-Reese. None of that complicated mess where you try to exotify shit."
Amaris Francine Hamilton
N I C KXN A M E S
Amy, Mare, Marie {Most common} || Reese's Cup {Common; tolerated; mostly by friends} || Madam President {Common; again, only tolerated} || Franny {Least Common; Hated; Only by birth mother}
A G EX:XD A T EXO FXB I R T H
21: May 31rst
G E N D E R
Female
N A T I O N A L I T Y
African-American
S E X U A LXO R I E N T A T I O N
Heterosexual
A S T R O L O G I C A LXS I G N
Gemini
M A J O RX:XM I N O R
Political Science & Gender Studies Double Major on Pre-Law Track || International Studies & French Double Minor
O C C U P A T I O N
Law Office Assistant at Akerman LLP
"Not gonna lie and say that there aren't a lot of things that can piss me off, because there are, but the number one pet peeve right now is when people mispronounce my name after the second time that I've corrected them. It's Am-uh-Reese. None of that complicated mess where you try to exotify shit."
Amaris Francine Hamilton
N I C KXN A M E S
Amy, Mare, Marie {Most common} || Reese's Cup {Common; tolerated; mostly by friends} || Madam President {Common; again, only tolerated} || Franny {Least Common; Hated; Only by birth mother}
A G EX:XD A T EXO FXB I R T H
21: May 31rst
G E N D E R
Female
N A T I O N A L I T Y
African-American
S E X U A LXO R I E N T A T I O N
Heterosexual
A S T R O L O G I C A LXS I G N
Gemini
M A J O RX:XM I N O R
Political Science & Gender Studies Double Major on Pre-Law Track || International Studies & French Double Minor
O C C U P A T I O N
Law Office Assistant at Akerman LLP
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H E I G H T
5'6
W E I G H T
180 lbs
B O D YXB U I L D
Full-Figured : Voluptuous
E Y EXC O L O R
Honey brown
S K I NXT O N E
Caramel
H A I RX:XC O L O RX||XT Y P EX||XL E N G T H
If you've been privy to Amaris' baby pictures, since she does still have access to them as she stole one of her birth mother's photo albums, you would know that Amaris has naturally curly and black hair, not the "[insert derogatory term used for African-Americans by white slaveowners] hair," as her birth mother used to lament that she herself had while her daughter had what was considered "good hair." Amaris has never thought she had good hair; she just had hair, like every other child, and so she has never actually felt ashamed of her hair texture. She just liked using protective styles for her hair, particularly because her adoptive mother used to perm her hair until Amaris was fifteen and Amaris was old enough to tell her that that was no longer an option. Up until junior year of college then, she had rocked sew-ins that typically ranged between brown, ombre, and full on honey blonde that looked and felt so natural most assumed that it was her natural hair until those moments in between weave installments where she would either have her hair straightened to whatever length it was at the time or had her curls pinned to the top of her head. However, just before the last first semester of her undergraduate career, Amaris deemed her own hair ready to be released to the world, as it had grown to a length much like her typicall sew-ins. She likes it much better now because it makes her look more sophisticated, older in a way.
G E N E R A LXA P P E A R A N C E
Amaris is a realist and she will stand by that title until the end of time. Because she is a realist, Amaris will keep it quite frank with you - she's fat. There's no sugarcoating it, no need for choosing a much more "politically-correct" (mind you, she hates the term "politically-correct" for its bourgeiise connotations and she has an entire speech planned out as to the other reason why it's a horrible term) term as there really is none. At the end of the day, she is fat and knows that she damn well makes the word look good. She is the actual definition of voluptuous since it's definitely not what those rich Instagram girls tell you it is with their fake asses, fake boobs, botox, and plumping creams. And she's perfectly fine with that - has been since understood that genetically, she has always been meant to be the thicker friend, the fat one. What one would be remiss to say is that her plumpness takes away from her attractiveness because that is simply not true. One thing to pay attention to is that for a woman her weight and height, it is evident that Amaris puts in the effort to care for her body. In the last year, she has definitely toned up a little, which attributes to a slightly smaller waist line and strong calves. Her arms are definitely smaller in bulk that petty bitches would tell you and her thighs, while thick, are soft and luscious. Amaris is curvy. She likes how round and perky her butt is, how full her bust can be (even though, as most large-chested women are, she can get annoyed with bras and the boobs in general), and she's perfectly fine with her stomach because she puts work into it and knows that she is what she is. That there is nothing to be ashamed of. More than that, she has never been a sloppy fat girl, if she would say so herself. Which she would definitely be the first to tell you. Her curves have never been unsightly and she loves every dip and valley on her body. Amaris has always been able to say that she never had an acne problem and with water being her main drink, her skin has always been rather smooth and blemish free with cinnamon-colored freckles being most prominent on her cheeks and across her nose. In fact, those same freckles she hates are the same ones people claim make her seem more younger, innocent. Pretty. That's one thing Amaris has heard her entire life. "You're awfully pretty for a fat girl," a friend would say. Or "damn, you've really got it going on for...ya know, a girl your size." Which is highly undeniable when you've got those warm brown eyes (that don't need no extra tweaking with makeup to almond-shaped, unlike some girls) with gold flecks like Amaris has, naturally plump and kissably-soft lips, high cheekbones on a rather rounded face, and curves for days. However, as much of a realist as she is, even Amaris would tell you that pretty is too one-dimensional of a term for her. Why not be sexy? Irresistible? Stunning? All of which she knows for a fact that she is.
S T Y L E
Amaris' style is fashion and since fashion changes every single day, Amaris seeks to retain a timeless elegance even with her more casual outfits. To put it plainly, she likes looking good and people can make comments about her weight and build all day, but even they cannot ever say that she does not look good. Because she does, every single day that she can. When she was much younger and still living in The Bayou of Louisiana, there was no mistaking Amaris' socio-economic background. However, she had a neighbor who was exceptional at a needle and thread, Amaris found money to give, and she'd at least be able to look as presentable as she could during those earlier years. So, when she moved in with her adoptive parents, she still had a penchant for looking good - she just had more access to brands as opposed to hand-me-downs. Her style has even improved more now that she pays for mostly her own clothing as opposed to having her adoptive parents spend money on her, thus enabling her to choose for herself when, before, she had to deal with them telling themselves that they knew how to dress her. More specifically, how to dress her frame. Which only Amaris knows how to do and do well. While her adoptive parents thought she needed looser fitting clothes, Amaris does not shy away from bodycon dresses or bodycon skirt and top sets beneath her blazers and jackets as she knows what it means to be tasteful. She does not hesitate in wearing crop tops over high-waisted jeans with strappy heels. All because she knows her body and knows what looks good on it. And if it just so happens that, unlike the stereotypical Theta Chi sweetie, she happens to have a few luxury designer brands (all mostly on discount from her various online retailers and even coupons she has been able to gather, not to mention the occasional gift from her adoptive parents) like Gianvito Rossi, Givenchy, Saint Laurent, Alexander McQueen, well, it's not like it's really anyone else's business but her own.
5'6
W E I G H T
180 lbs
B O D YXB U I L D
Full-Figured : Voluptuous
E Y EXC O L O R
Honey brown
S K I NXT O N E
Caramel
H A I RX:XC O L O RX||XT Y P EX||XL E N G T H
If you've been privy to Amaris' baby pictures, since she does still have access to them as she stole one of her birth mother's photo albums, you would know that Amaris has naturally curly and black hair, not the "[insert derogatory term used for African-Americans by white slaveowners] hair," as her birth mother used to lament that she herself had while her daughter had what was considered "good hair." Amaris has never thought she had good hair; she just had hair, like every other child, and so she has never actually felt ashamed of her hair texture. She just liked using protective styles for her hair, particularly because her adoptive mother used to perm her hair until Amaris was fifteen and Amaris was old enough to tell her that that was no longer an option. Up until junior year of college then, she had rocked sew-ins that typically ranged between brown, ombre, and full on honey blonde that looked and felt so natural most assumed that it was her natural hair until those moments in between weave installments where she would either have her hair straightened to whatever length it was at the time or had her curls pinned to the top of her head. However, just before the last first semester of her undergraduate career, Amaris deemed her own hair ready to be released to the world, as it had grown to a length much like her typicall sew-ins. She likes it much better now because it makes her look more sophisticated, older in a way.
G E N E R A LXA P P E A R A N C E
Amaris is a realist and she will stand by that title until the end of time. Because she is a realist, Amaris will keep it quite frank with you - she's fat. There's no sugarcoating it, no need for choosing a much more "politically-correct" (mind you, she hates the term "politically-correct" for its bourgeiise connotations and she has an entire speech planned out as to the other reason why it's a horrible term) term as there really is none. At the end of the day, she is fat and knows that she damn well makes the word look good. She is the actual definition of voluptuous since it's definitely not what those rich Instagram girls tell you it is with their fake asses, fake boobs, botox, and plumping creams. And she's perfectly fine with that - has been since understood that genetically, she has always been meant to be the thicker friend, the fat one. What one would be remiss to say is that her plumpness takes away from her attractiveness because that is simply not true. One thing to pay attention to is that for a woman her weight and height, it is evident that Amaris puts in the effort to care for her body. In the last year, she has definitely toned up a little, which attributes to a slightly smaller waist line and strong calves. Her arms are definitely smaller in bulk that petty bitches would tell you and her thighs, while thick, are soft and luscious. Amaris is curvy. She likes how round and perky her butt is, how full her bust can be (even though, as most large-chested women are, she can get annoyed with bras and the boobs in general), and she's perfectly fine with her stomach because she puts work into it and knows that she is what she is. That there is nothing to be ashamed of. More than that, she has never been a sloppy fat girl, if she would say so herself. Which she would definitely be the first to tell you. Her curves have never been unsightly and she loves every dip and valley on her body. Amaris has always been able to say that she never had an acne problem and with water being her main drink, her skin has always been rather smooth and blemish free with cinnamon-colored freckles being most prominent on her cheeks and across her nose. In fact, those same freckles she hates are the same ones people claim make her seem more younger, innocent. Pretty. That's one thing Amaris has heard her entire life. "You're awfully pretty for a fat girl," a friend would say. Or "damn, you've really got it going on for...ya know, a girl your size." Which is highly undeniable when you've got those warm brown eyes (that don't need no extra tweaking with makeup to almond-shaped, unlike some girls) with gold flecks like Amaris has, naturally plump and kissably-soft lips, high cheekbones on a rather rounded face, and curves for days. However, as much of a realist as she is, even Amaris would tell you that pretty is too one-dimensional of a term for her. Why not be sexy? Irresistible? Stunning? All of which she knows for a fact that she is.
S T Y L E
Amaris' style is fashion and since fashion changes every single day, Amaris seeks to retain a timeless elegance even with her more casual outfits. To put it plainly, she likes looking good and people can make comments about her weight and build all day, but even they cannot ever say that she does not look good. Because she does, every single day that she can. When she was much younger and still living in The Bayou of Louisiana, there was no mistaking Amaris' socio-economic background. However, she had a neighbor who was exceptional at a needle and thread, Amaris found money to give, and she'd at least be able to look as presentable as she could during those earlier years. So, when she moved in with her adoptive parents, she still had a penchant for looking good - she just had more access to brands as opposed to hand-me-downs. Her style has even improved more now that she pays for mostly her own clothing as opposed to having her adoptive parents spend money on her, thus enabling her to choose for herself when, before, she had to deal with them telling themselves that they knew how to dress her. More specifically, how to dress her frame. Which only Amaris knows how to do and do well. While her adoptive parents thought she needed looser fitting clothes, Amaris does not shy away from bodycon dresses or bodycon skirt and top sets beneath her blazers and jackets as she knows what it means to be tasteful. She does not hesitate in wearing crop tops over high-waisted jeans with strappy heels. All because she knows her body and knows what looks good on it. And if it just so happens that, unlike the stereotypical Theta Chi sweetie, she happens to have a few luxury designer brands (all mostly on discount from her various online retailers and even coupons she has been able to gather, not to mention the occasional gift from her adoptive parents) like Gianvito Rossi, Givenchy, Saint Laurent, Alexander McQueen, well, it's not like it's really anyone else's business but her own.
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Q U I R K SX:XO D D I T I E SX:XH A B I T S
She has been diagnosed with a caffeine addiction and must have at least two cups a day in the largest size or else she will start having withdrawn. Headaches, fatigue, anxiety, a lot of irritability, a depressed mood, difficulty concentrating β¦ She stress cleans. Even when she was younger and lviing with her birth mother, when times would become quite stressful or she couldn't figure something out, she would clean and be very efficient about it. The piney scent somehow soothes her and it's rare to see her room in a disarray because of this. Others say that she's OCD but Amaris doesn't acknowledge this. β§ Has an obsession with sticky notes and always has them on her person. She keeps them in several different colors to put down on certain pages in text books or on particular files to make sure that knows what she's coming back to and she has a color system so that she doesn't get confused. β¦ Speaks rather "proper" and without a hint of an accent most of the time, but when she's particularly angry, her Southern accent comes out and since it's a mix of both Alabama and Louisiana, not many people can tell which state she's from. Which is the entire point. β§ Can always pin a face to a name. Something she was forced to do when residing with her birth mother. So, nine times out of ten, if Amaris is saying that she doesn't remember you, she's more than likely being a bitch. β¦ Feels absolutely bare without her Chanel NΒ°5 Perfume β§ Always carries at least one-hundred dollars on her person in case she sees homeless people on the street.
G R E A T E S TXJ O Y S
The Thetas: Before pledging and even before just coming to Fulton, Amaris has never really had a family. She's lived with a drunk and somewhat abusive mother, gotten minor assistance from a deadbeat father, and then lived with lying "business people." To say that none of those instances can be classified as familial is an understatement. And so, when she says that she loves the Thetas, Amaris isn't saying it because she's predisposed to saying it. It's because she genuinely feels this. They're her sisters; they remind her to take a break and relax every now and then, they go on trips together, and she even takes the time to cook for these girls. They've been more of a family than anyone else in this world has ever been. β¦ Helping People: Say what you will about Amaris - that she's only trying to become a lawyer to build her own wealth and to build up her own self, but the truth is that she just wants to help. To be that voice and beacon for that mother who just wants to protect her kids from the man beating on her, or the big sister fighting for her younger siblings because she knows that that girl deserves custody of them over their deadbeat parents. Amaris knows how it feels to need someone to come to her rescue, didn't really get it since she had to fight for herself, and wants to do for someone what others didn't do for her. β§ Coffee: More specifically, since she's finally found her favorite blend, Lavazza's Intenso Dark Roast. Considering she's a caffeine addict, of course coffee brings Amaris so much joy and it's just because the caffeine interacts with her brain and all that. Literally the smell of coffee first thing in the morning is comforting and the warmth is soothing. She can't go a day without coffee. β¦ Doing for herself: Of course, being treated every now and then is wonderful, sure, but there's nothing like when Amaris can afford to pay for those pairs of shoes she's been eyeing or that dress that she's known for the longest while was going to look good on her. It makes her feel good...like she can distance herself from that little girl that she used to be.
G R E A T E S TXF E A R S
Letting her guard down: While her Theta sisters might see a softer side to her, there's no denying that there's still a wall between them and all that Amaris is. She erected that when she was ten years old and put into the foster system, and just the idea of allowing herself to be as vulnerable as she was back then is terrifying. She was weak then, weak and poor and needed someone to come and rescue her. And she hated it. So, getting herself to that point with any one person, let alone multiple people, is not something she's ready for. β¦ Never amounting to anything: Because if Amaris does not succeed, then she's back to where she started. If she doesn't get into law school and work with a firm, then she's literally better off going back to New Orleans because she doesn't think she can handle having to reinvent herself again for another shot at something more. She doesn't want to be that "fat, ugly, black bitch" her birth mother called her the last time they had a conversation face-to-face that did nothing more than put on the many faces needed to get as far as she has. She wants to actually feel like she belongs here, there - anywhere that she has worked her ass off to get to.
G O O DXP E R S O N A L I T YXT R A I T S
Straightforward β¦ Intelligent β§ Cunning β¦ Passionate β§ Compassionate β¦ Confident β§ Ambitious β¦ Independent β§ Resilient β¦ Witty
B A DXP E R S O N A L I T YXT R A I T S
Cutthroat β¦ Guarded β§ Deceitful β¦ Perfectionist β§ Competitive β¦ Relentless β§ Manipulative β¦ Critical β§ Proud : Stubborn
L I F EXP H I L O S O P H Y
"If any female feels she needs anything beyond herself to legitimate and validate her existence, she is already giving away her power to be self-defining, her agency." - Bell Hooks
She has been diagnosed with a caffeine addiction and must have at least two cups a day in the largest size or else she will start having withdrawn. Headaches, fatigue, anxiety, a lot of irritability, a depressed mood, difficulty concentrating β¦ She stress cleans. Even when she was younger and lviing with her birth mother, when times would become quite stressful or she couldn't figure something out, she would clean and be very efficient about it. The piney scent somehow soothes her and it's rare to see her room in a disarray because of this. Others say that she's OCD but Amaris doesn't acknowledge this. β§ Has an obsession with sticky notes and always has them on her person. She keeps them in several different colors to put down on certain pages in text books or on particular files to make sure that knows what she's coming back to and she has a color system so that she doesn't get confused. β¦ Speaks rather "proper" and without a hint of an accent most of the time, but when she's particularly angry, her Southern accent comes out and since it's a mix of both Alabama and Louisiana, not many people can tell which state she's from. Which is the entire point. β§ Can always pin a face to a name. Something she was forced to do when residing with her birth mother. So, nine times out of ten, if Amaris is saying that she doesn't remember you, she's more than likely being a bitch. β¦ Feels absolutely bare without her Chanel NΒ°5 Perfume β§ Always carries at least one-hundred dollars on her person in case she sees homeless people on the street.
G R E A T E S TXJ O Y S
The Thetas: Before pledging and even before just coming to Fulton, Amaris has never really had a family. She's lived with a drunk and somewhat abusive mother, gotten minor assistance from a deadbeat father, and then lived with lying "business people." To say that none of those instances can be classified as familial is an understatement. And so, when she says that she loves the Thetas, Amaris isn't saying it because she's predisposed to saying it. It's because she genuinely feels this. They're her sisters; they remind her to take a break and relax every now and then, they go on trips together, and she even takes the time to cook for these girls. They've been more of a family than anyone else in this world has ever been. β¦ Helping People: Say what you will about Amaris - that she's only trying to become a lawyer to build her own wealth and to build up her own self, but the truth is that she just wants to help. To be that voice and beacon for that mother who just wants to protect her kids from the man beating on her, or the big sister fighting for her younger siblings because she knows that that girl deserves custody of them over their deadbeat parents. Amaris knows how it feels to need someone to come to her rescue, didn't really get it since she had to fight for herself, and wants to do for someone what others didn't do for her. β§ Coffee: More specifically, since she's finally found her favorite blend, Lavazza's Intenso Dark Roast. Considering she's a caffeine addict, of course coffee brings Amaris so much joy and it's just because the caffeine interacts with her brain and all that. Literally the smell of coffee first thing in the morning is comforting and the warmth is soothing. She can't go a day without coffee. β¦ Doing for herself: Of course, being treated every now and then is wonderful, sure, but there's nothing like when Amaris can afford to pay for those pairs of shoes she's been eyeing or that dress that she's known for the longest while was going to look good on her. It makes her feel good...like she can distance herself from that little girl that she used to be.
G R E A T E S TXF E A R S
Letting her guard down: While her Theta sisters might see a softer side to her, there's no denying that there's still a wall between them and all that Amaris is. She erected that when she was ten years old and put into the foster system, and just the idea of allowing herself to be as vulnerable as she was back then is terrifying. She was weak then, weak and poor and needed someone to come and rescue her. And she hated it. So, getting herself to that point with any one person, let alone multiple people, is not something she's ready for. β¦ Never amounting to anything: Because if Amaris does not succeed, then she's back to where she started. If she doesn't get into law school and work with a firm, then she's literally better off going back to New Orleans because she doesn't think she can handle having to reinvent herself again for another shot at something more. She doesn't want to be that "fat, ugly, black bitch" her birth mother called her the last time they had a conversation face-to-face that did nothing more than put on the many faces needed to get as far as she has. She wants to actually feel like she belongs here, there - anywhere that she has worked her ass off to get to.
G O O DXP E R S O N A L I T YXT R A I T S
Straightforward β¦ Intelligent β§ Cunning β¦ Passionate β§ Compassionate β¦ Confident β§ Ambitious β¦ Independent β§ Resilient β¦ Witty
B A DXP E R S O N A L I T YXT R A I T S
Cutthroat β¦ Guarded β§ Deceitful β¦ Perfectionist β§ Competitive β¦ Relentless β§ Manipulative β¦ Critical β§ Proud : Stubborn
L I F EXP H I L O S O P H Y
"If any female feels she needs anything beyond herself to legitimate and validate her existence, she is already giving away her power to be self-defining, her agency." - Bell Hooks
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
If there is one person that you might not ever catch slipping, it's Amaris Hamilton. From the second she stepped onto Fulton University's campus and caught the eye of a Theta Chi representative, it was obvious that she would in no way conform to the stereotypical mannerisms of the Theta Chi sweetie pies. In fact, if you ask Amaris, she's not conforming for no one and especially not any time soon. One look at Amaris and it seems as though she has it all figured out from her what appears to be salon-styled hair (though, make no mistake - with her As I Am hair products along with a wicked flat iron, she'll have you thinking she stepped fresh out of a salon even if she actually can afford to go and abstains from doing so) and down to her immaculate Steve Madden shoes (that she hustled out of a discount). And, from that outside perspective and maybe in the eyes of those around her, she actually does have everything together. After all, she's a neurotic control freak - an insecure one at that, but that's not what matters and you would hardly be able to tell that even if you told yourself that you knew her the best. The point is that Amaris thrives on appearances - on perfection - and she wouldn't have it any other way. Which is why she has perfected her social skills, resulting in a well-formulated and precise rhetoric coupled with an icy charm and an easy-going smile that sublimates the occasional appearance of a Southern twang and use of colloquialism that she pretends doesn't exist. So what if it seems like she could care less about the plethora of haters and admirers whispering behind her back because she's not meekly surrendering to the dominant aura of Alphas or allowing anyone to talk to her any sort of way simply because of their expectations? The point is that she seems a certain way and that's fine with her. After all, she is in control of the image she has put out there now , in control of your opinion of her, and that is all that matters. Hell, because of the confidence she exudes and the naturally unbothered, hold-my-head-high-before-you-haters disposition, you would think this extremely intelligent and ambitious young woman was an Alpha. And her answer would be that she's not; she's something better.
And perhaps that's a bit of a self-righteousness within her that lays dormant, unexposed much like the rest of who she is and what she comes from. Because that's the big thing about Amaris: no one has a particularly concrete, raw perception of her. The most that anyone knows of her is what she allows them to, like the fact that she has parents in Alabama and that she just doesn't want to go home because that's boring. Which is a bit of the truth, but not the entire truth. Amaris has built up several walls around herself and you might be able to tell yourself that you've jumped over one only to find that there is another one whose foundation is constructed of iron. Let's be clear - Amaris is not cold, unfeeling, and mean. She has a bite and she will never deny that. Whether it's because she's simply a rather witty young woman who is always ready to exchange banter or because she's simply keeping things from getting personal, the answer is truly up to whatever you want to think it is, but the truth is that she's not some mean girl who happened to make it into the nicest sorority on campus. As her sisters and those who call her a friend would tell you, Amaris may hide her feelings for you behind unimpressed eye rolls and light smirks, but she's one of the most loyal and secretly loving people you will ever meet. She's one of the few people you can trust with private information, someone you can trust to be in charge without taking their power for granted, and can get things done. Needless to say, a lot of fundraising and connections were established when Amaris started her journey to presidency last year and it's no secret that her charm and hospitality are two of the reasons why she served as Fulton University Homecoming queen last year. To some, she's taken on the maternal role a much younger version of herself only dreamed of having; she cooks a lot of the meals (albeit, they usually are within her dietary restrictions), she's always ready to spit fire and even lay hands in defense of those she cares about, and Amaris dishes out affection depending on the situation. She is critical and not easily impressed, that much is certain. She walks with an indomitable air of confidence that borders on vanity, sure. She's usually quite sure of being the brightest and most hardworking mind in the room, you can't deny that. Yet and still, there's something redeeming about a person who will turn on that near iciness and callousness onto another being just for your sake. Or show up to your room with baked treats and a warm smile, with just a little pragmatic advice that she gives just before forcing you to go on a Netflix binge.
What most people fail to see, though, is that Amaris has all of her negative traits because she had to develop them. She was born into a disadvantage and for half of her life, she grew up in that disadvantage. She wore several different places if they warranted her different outcomes. She's worn the understanding daughter who wiped vomit away from a drunken mother's mouth so that she wouldn't have to face a verbal assault, sat patiently to a deadbeat father's mansplaining and tears just so that she could get money that would never pay her back for all the years and mental abuse that landed her in the foster system, the crocodile tears and helpless baby to get into the foster system so that the abuse could stop, and so many more just to feel like she belonged with the family that chose her. And that's the thing - Amaris wants to choose this time around. She never got to choose what she wanted other than in the minuscule things such as possibly that dress her adoptive mother would buy her, and she is adamant about choosing her future. Her destiny. Making the choice to have a life where she's happy and she's getting what she deserves. And not feeling used and abused. So, yes, she'll be a damn good perfectionist who works her ass off for what she wants and sure, that means that she has to uphold a certain image of herself. Has to deny herself a sign of vulnerability and allowing others to see the insecurities and hurt that she has welled up inside of her. All because she may not think she's really as gorgeous as she'd tell you all she is, but that she damn sure deserves better than what she's been given.
If there is one person that you might not ever catch slipping, it's Amaris Hamilton. From the second she stepped onto Fulton University's campus and caught the eye of a Theta Chi representative, it was obvious that she would in no way conform to the stereotypical mannerisms of the Theta Chi sweetie pies. In fact, if you ask Amaris, she's not conforming for no one and especially not any time soon. One look at Amaris and it seems as though she has it all figured out from her what appears to be salon-styled hair (though, make no mistake - with her As I Am hair products along with a wicked flat iron, she'll have you thinking she stepped fresh out of a salon even if she actually can afford to go and abstains from doing so) and down to her immaculate Steve Madden shoes (that she hustled out of a discount). And, from that outside perspective and maybe in the eyes of those around her, she actually does have everything together. After all, she's a neurotic control freak - an insecure one at that, but that's not what matters and you would hardly be able to tell that even if you told yourself that you knew her the best. The point is that Amaris thrives on appearances - on perfection - and she wouldn't have it any other way. Which is why she has perfected her social skills, resulting in a well-formulated and precise rhetoric coupled with an icy charm and an easy-going smile that sublimates the occasional appearance of a Southern twang and use of colloquialism that she pretends doesn't exist. So what if it seems like she could care less about the plethora of haters and admirers whispering behind her back because she's not meekly surrendering to the dominant aura of Alphas or allowing anyone to talk to her any sort of way simply because of their expectations? The point is that she seems a certain way and that's fine with her. After all, she is in control of the image she has put out there now , in control of your opinion of her, and that is all that matters. Hell, because of the confidence she exudes and the naturally unbothered, hold-my-head-high-before-you-haters disposition, you would think this extremely intelligent and ambitious young woman was an Alpha. And her answer would be that she's not; she's something better.
And perhaps that's a bit of a self-righteousness within her that lays dormant, unexposed much like the rest of who she is and what she comes from. Because that's the big thing about Amaris: no one has a particularly concrete, raw perception of her. The most that anyone knows of her is what she allows them to, like the fact that she has parents in Alabama and that she just doesn't want to go home because that's boring. Which is a bit of the truth, but not the entire truth. Amaris has built up several walls around herself and you might be able to tell yourself that you've jumped over one only to find that there is another one whose foundation is constructed of iron. Let's be clear - Amaris is not cold, unfeeling, and mean. She has a bite and she will never deny that. Whether it's because she's simply a rather witty young woman who is always ready to exchange banter or because she's simply keeping things from getting personal, the answer is truly up to whatever you want to think it is, but the truth is that she's not some mean girl who happened to make it into the nicest sorority on campus. As her sisters and those who call her a friend would tell you, Amaris may hide her feelings for you behind unimpressed eye rolls and light smirks, but she's one of the most loyal and secretly loving people you will ever meet. She's one of the few people you can trust with private information, someone you can trust to be in charge without taking their power for granted, and can get things done. Needless to say, a lot of fundraising and connections were established when Amaris started her journey to presidency last year and it's no secret that her charm and hospitality are two of the reasons why she served as Fulton University Homecoming queen last year. To some, she's taken on the maternal role a much younger version of herself only dreamed of having; she cooks a lot of the meals (albeit, they usually are within her dietary restrictions), she's always ready to spit fire and even lay hands in defense of those she cares about, and Amaris dishes out affection depending on the situation. She is critical and not easily impressed, that much is certain. She walks with an indomitable air of confidence that borders on vanity, sure. She's usually quite sure of being the brightest and most hardworking mind in the room, you can't deny that. Yet and still, there's something redeeming about a person who will turn on that near iciness and callousness onto another being just for your sake. Or show up to your room with baked treats and a warm smile, with just a little pragmatic advice that she gives just before forcing you to go on a Netflix binge.
What most people fail to see, though, is that Amaris has all of her negative traits because she had to develop them. She was born into a disadvantage and for half of her life, she grew up in that disadvantage. She wore several different places if they warranted her different outcomes. She's worn the understanding daughter who wiped vomit away from a drunken mother's mouth so that she wouldn't have to face a verbal assault, sat patiently to a deadbeat father's mansplaining and tears just so that she could get money that would never pay her back for all the years and mental abuse that landed her in the foster system, the crocodile tears and helpless baby to get into the foster system so that the abuse could stop, and so many more just to feel like she belonged with the family that chose her. And that's the thing - Amaris wants to choose this time around. She never got to choose what she wanted other than in the minuscule things such as possibly that dress her adoptive mother would buy her, and she is adamant about choosing her future. Her destiny. Making the choice to have a life where she's happy and she's getting what she deserves. And not feeling used and abused. So, yes, she'll be a damn good perfectionist who works her ass off for what she wants and sure, that means that she has to uphold a certain image of herself. Has to deny herself a sign of vulnerability and allowing others to see the insecurities and hurt that she has welled up inside of her. All because she may not think she's really as gorgeous as she'd tell you all she is, but that she damn sure deserves better than what she's been given.
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L I K E S
Theta Chi and all of the sisters its given her β¦ Coffee β§ Law and crime shows {Law and Order: SVU, Criminal Minds, Castle and HTGAWM mostly} β¦ Winning β§ Reading β¦ Solange, Cynthia Erivo, Beyonce, Jhene Aiko, Jojo, Emeli Sande, and Ciara β§ Shoes and lots of them β¦ Dramas with Black Protagonists {Queen Sugar, Greenleaf, Empire, The Haves and Have-Nots, and Pitch} β§ Sticky notes β¦ Italian cuisine β§ Bell Hooks, Audre Lorde, Toni Cade Bambara, Beverly Guy-Sheftall, and Alice Walker β¦ Politics β§ Art and museums β¦ The music heard in the streets of New Orleans β§ Red wine β¦ Cruises and being on the water β§ Treating herself β¦ Learning β§ Yoga β¦ Cosmopolitans β§ The satisfaction of finishing an assignment or project β¦ When she can afford to travel β§ Debates β¦ Being in charge β§ Law β¦ Sex β§ Cats β¦ Chadwick Boseman β§Watching the news β¦ Driving β§ The beach at night β¦ Dates with some thought behind them β§ Black-owned businesses β¦ Scented candles β§ Low lights β¦ Shades of brown β§ Bodycon Dresses β¦ Her natural curls β§ Crochet blankets β¦ So Delicious Dairy-Free Ice Cream β§ Sorority life β¦ Classy bars β§ Kale β¦ Finding new recipes β§ Mimosas β¦ Going to nail salons β§ J. Cole, Childish Gambino, Hazel Grace, Bryson Tiller, and Kendrick Lamar β¦ How she looks without makeup β§ Chocolate-covered strawberries β¦ Stuffed Animals β§ Old school R&B
D I S L I K E S
Cigarettes and smoking in general β¦ Close minded people β§ Her alcohol tolerance {It's too high, in her opinion} β¦ Fat girl jokes β§ Seeing homeless people, in general, but specifically children β¦ Liars, cheaters, and players β§ Any reminders of her birth parents β¦ Abuse of any kind β§ Leaving any project or assignment unfinished β¦ Her adoptive parents β§ Being late for work β¦ Most group assignments or projects, especially if she can't be in charge β§ Losing β¦ Deviating too far from her current eating habits {She primarily has a gluten-free, lactose-free diet} β§ Going a morning without coffee β¦ Dishes in the sink first thing in the morning β§ Questions about her childhood β¦ Being compared to other people β§ Stereotypes β¦ Any hint of her accent β§ Sushi β¦ Going out every single weekend β§ Feeling too full or extremely stuffed β¦ Holiday breaks β§ Being underestimated β¦ Having to ask for help β§ Not being able to have cheat days β¦ Getting sick β§ Vodka Straight β¦ Social media β§ Hangovers β¦ Bold or neon colors β§ Feeling like she's being judged unfairly β¦ Wearing too much makeup β§ Her freckles β¦ When guys think they need big girls for the winter β§ Having a lot of different people style her hair β¦ Dairy β§ Cake
Theta Chi and all of the sisters its given her β¦ Coffee β§ Law and crime shows {Law and Order: SVU, Criminal Minds, Castle and HTGAWM mostly} β¦ Winning β§ Reading β¦ Solange, Cynthia Erivo, Beyonce, Jhene Aiko, Jojo, Emeli Sande, and Ciara β§ Shoes and lots of them β¦ Dramas with Black Protagonists {Queen Sugar, Greenleaf, Empire, The Haves and Have-Nots, and Pitch} β§ Sticky notes β¦ Italian cuisine β§ Bell Hooks, Audre Lorde, Toni Cade Bambara, Beverly Guy-Sheftall, and Alice Walker β¦ Politics β§ Art and museums β¦ The music heard in the streets of New Orleans β§ Red wine β¦ Cruises and being on the water β§ Treating herself β¦ Learning β§ Yoga β¦ Cosmopolitans β§ The satisfaction of finishing an assignment or project β¦ When she can afford to travel β§ Debates β¦ Being in charge β§ Law β¦ Sex β§ Cats β¦ Chadwick Boseman β§Watching the news β¦ Driving β§ The beach at night β¦ Dates with some thought behind them β§ Black-owned businesses β¦ Scented candles β§ Low lights β¦ Shades of brown β§ Bodycon Dresses β¦ Her natural curls β§ Crochet blankets β¦ So Delicious Dairy-Free Ice Cream β§ Sorority life β¦ Classy bars β§ Kale β¦ Finding new recipes β§ Mimosas β¦ Going to nail salons β§ J. Cole, Childish Gambino, Hazel Grace, Bryson Tiller, and Kendrick Lamar β¦ How she looks without makeup β§ Chocolate-covered strawberries β¦ Stuffed Animals β§ Old school R&B
D I S L I K E S
Cigarettes and smoking in general β¦ Close minded people β§ Her alcohol tolerance {It's too high, in her opinion} β¦ Fat girl jokes β§ Seeing homeless people, in general, but specifically children β¦ Liars, cheaters, and players β§ Any reminders of her birth parents β¦ Abuse of any kind β§ Leaving any project or assignment unfinished β¦ Her adoptive parents β§ Being late for work β¦ Most group assignments or projects, especially if she can't be in charge β§ Losing β¦ Deviating too far from her current eating habits {She primarily has a gluten-free, lactose-free diet} β§ Going a morning without coffee β¦ Dishes in the sink first thing in the morning β§ Questions about her childhood β¦ Being compared to other people β§ Stereotypes β¦ Any hint of her accent β§ Sushi β¦ Going out every single weekend β§ Feeling too full or extremely stuffed β¦ Holiday breaks β§ Being underestimated β¦ Having to ask for help β§ Not being able to have cheat days β¦ Getting sick β§ Vodka Straight β¦ Social media β§ Hangovers β¦ Bold or neon colors β§ Feeling like she's being judged unfairly β¦ Wearing too much makeup β§ Her freckles β¦ When guys think they need big girls for the winter β§ Having a lot of different people style her hair β¦ Dairy β§ Cake
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T H O U G H T SXO NXG R E E KXL I F E ?
"Believe it or not, I had always wanted to join a sorority. I used to be on the step-team at my high school and we met so many different organizations, so my goal had always been to join a historically black sorority. Obviously, I didn't go to an HBCU and Fulton doesn't have those, so I almost decided against it because I was specifically going for the culture of those Greek organizations. However, the group I fell in love with are my Theta Chi sweetie pies and I've never regretted that decision. It helps that there are so many lawyers, politicians and even doctors who are chapter members, but the girls I have met are literally the loves of my life. I don't save up money to go with a set of girls, including my Kappa guys, on a cruise just because, after all."
While the rivalry between the Greek life organizations make Amaris roll her eyes, she does have a lot of love for the friendships she has formed, particularly within the Theta Chi sister hood and the corresponding relationship with the Kappas.
P L A N SXA F T E RXC O L L E G E ?
"My next plan, as I have been talking about with my counselors since high school, has always been law school. I didn't spend all this time studying law and becoming as involved in the field as I have been to not attend law school, and I took the LSAT back in September. It was a 176, if anyone's asking, which sucks in a sense because I really wanted the highest score you can get. At the same time, I'll be proud because I worked my ass off day and night to study, reading whenever I could and getting friends to quiz me on information. Nick and I already talked about moving to California together so Stanford's been where I've set my eyes on, but there's no denying that if Harvard accepts me, I'm going. One of my counselors, though, apparently got Institute of Advanced Legal Studies, which is weird because I never even know it was an option, but I'm applying."
As far as Amaris is concerned, she's undoubtedly attending a law school once graduating from Fulton, preferably at either Stanford University or Harvard University, and then she'll hopefully be able to work with as a criminal defense lawyer. The number one goal is to gain a large enough clientele that she can own her own law firm because as much as she understands that partnering with a firm is realistic and doable, Amaris wants to own her own and be on her dime.
"Believe it or not, I had always wanted to join a sorority. I used to be on the step-team at my high school and we met so many different organizations, so my goal had always been to join a historically black sorority. Obviously, I didn't go to an HBCU and Fulton doesn't have those, so I almost decided against it because I was specifically going for the culture of those Greek organizations. However, the group I fell in love with are my Theta Chi sweetie pies and I've never regretted that decision. It helps that there are so many lawyers, politicians and even doctors who are chapter members, but the girls I have met are literally the loves of my life. I don't save up money to go with a set of girls, including my Kappa guys, on a cruise just because, after all."
While the rivalry between the Greek life organizations make Amaris roll her eyes, she does have a lot of love for the friendships she has formed, particularly within the Theta Chi sister hood and the corresponding relationship with the Kappas.
P L A N SXA F T E RXC O L L E G E ?
"My next plan, as I have been talking about with my counselors since high school, has always been law school. I didn't spend all this time studying law and becoming as involved in the field as I have been to not attend law school, and I took the LSAT back in September. It was a 176, if anyone's asking, which sucks in a sense because I really wanted the highest score you can get. At the same time, I'll be proud because I worked my ass off day and night to study, reading whenever I could and getting friends to quiz me on information. Nick and I already talked about moving to California together so Stanford's been where I've set my eyes on, but there's no denying that if Harvard accepts me, I'm going. One of my counselors, though, apparently got Institute of Advanced Legal Studies, which is weird because I never even know it was an option, but I'm applying."
As far as Amaris is concerned, she's undoubtedly attending a law school once graduating from Fulton, preferably at either Stanford University or Harvard University, and then she'll hopefully be able to work with as a criminal defense lawyer. The number one goal is to gain a large enough clientele that she can own her own law firm because as much as she understands that partnering with a firm is realistic and doable, Amaris wants to own her own and be on her dime.
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β¦ Terry-Ann Moreau β¦ β£ Biological Mother β£ Status Unknown
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β§ Francois Hamilton β§ β£ Biological Father β£ Status Unknown
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β¦ Deborah Castillo β¦ β£ Adoptive Mother β£ Living
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β§ Richard Castillo β§ β£ Adoptive Father β£ Living
P L A C EXO FXO R I G I N
New Orleans, Louisiana, USA {Newborn-10} || Dothan, Alabama, USA {10-17} || Miami, Florida, USA {17-Current}
H I S T O R Y
What Amaris' background, if she were to give you the full and unedited version of it that is, would tell you is that if this girl is anything, it is smart and strong. Definitely a fighter because only those with the strongest of willpower can get out of a situation like hers and not be broken by it, like she hasn't allowed it to do. There was no positive start for her, if we are being completely honest. No beginning that consisted of both of her parents being together, there being some stability that was shattered upon some unexpected tragedy, and there are scarcely any happy memories that consisted of either of her parents. Terry-Ann and Francois were both relatively well-off kids at one point. Neither of them had come from much money, but what they had both had, their families had made it work. Granted, his family had more wealth than hers, but when you tell yourself that you're going to become a musician in a city filled with musicians from birth band streets brimming with art, it's really hard for anyone to believe that you're really going anywhere special. Especially when your parents had at least thought that you could make it as a teacher, considering how well he commanded the attention of those younger than him and succeeded really well in school. Even Terry-Ann, for all of her wild girl tendencies, had something to be proud of as her mathematical and problem-solving skills had been phenomenal in those younger years. They could have made her something...if she hadn't followed in her own father's footsteps and turned to alcohol to drown out everyone else's expectations. Or, more importantly, fallen under the illusion that was Francois. He had come off as slightly older and being a member of and up-and-coming band that was eventually going to go on tour, they had said. And she ate it up. Came to every live performance on the French Quarter and at various bars, had kick-back acoustic sessions as various homes, and even more-so fell for Francois' charm. The two of them were never in love, but it didn't stop them from falling into bed with one another several times. But his obsession with chasing a limelight that was never meant to be his and her own obsession with the Hennessy bottle would be what kept them apart. And it would be those nine months that followed that kept Terry-Ann shackled to Louisiana while Francois went about his business, never knowing about the little girl he helped create.
Of all of her parents, Amaris is loathe to admit anything about Terry-Ann other than the fact that she had given birth to her. Terry-Ann never fed her breast milk because she drank as much alcohol as she could the second she had been informed that it was technically okay, as long as she wasn't planning on breast-feeding. What Amaris will admit is that she appreciates that Terry-Ann cared for as much as she could, in a sense, if you call leaving your child in the care of your next door neighbor of your apartment complex the best you could do while you went off as if you were still 21. A lot of Amaris' fonder memories consist of jazz and blues players in the French quarter playing the saxophone to the tempo of heavy feet along the cobblestone, powdered sugar getting stuck up her nose from the big bite of the freshly prepared beignet she had bitten into, grooving into a lindy hop during the Fleur De Lindy, and using the big spoon to stir the huge pot of seafood gumbo her neighbor, Mama Bartee, taught her how to make during one of their many after school cooking lessons. But those, despite how much she would love to return to the lively city, can't fully overshadow the memories of being locked out of their apartment because Amaris had come home late from the library for doing her homework instead of immediately returning to start the dinner Terry-Ann didn't want to make. The constant leers from the men her mother brought to their apartment instead of doing their business in the streets, forcing Amaris to lock her door and eat her stress away or hide away at Mrs. Bartee's. The ridicule from Terry-Ann for her subsequent weight gain and the fact that by nine, Amaris was first starting her period and gaining a "fat enough ass that they both could make money off of." There had always been police intervention at some point, enough so that Amaris was teased during school - when she could attend - because of Terry-Ann's drinking. Public nudity, public intoxication (which said something serious in a city where whiskey was passed as commonly as water), and the occasionally verbal outbursts. Most directed at Amaris and others, rarely, at Mrs. Bartee for being too nice or Terry-Ann being bitter. Amaris had long since dispelled the naive idea that her mother would one day become an actual mother, but it was one particular night when she had thrown a glass bottle at Amaris that sealed the deal. To this day, she shuts all the way down and shuts you out if you mention the permanent scar on her right ear from where the glass had cut her deeply and had bled for as long as she had cried. It was also the night she had decided that she needed to get out of that house. Mrs. Bartee had done all that she can, but no one had ever come to Amaris' rescue. Police had known she was an endangerment, but it wasn't like Terry-Ann was bad every single day. That her drinking was a particular problem every day. Sometimes she was too passed out. And Amaris had had a roof over her head yet, food to be cooked in the house, etc. But she had realized that the only one who could truly help her was herself. So, she had to turn on the crocodile tears she had learned to hide behind stony expressions and went to the cops. She exaggerated some of the less spectacular episodes of her mother's alcoholism, like the time she had been trying to get into Amaris' bedroom and had passed out after yelling. Instead, in her story, Terry-Ann had banged on the door and Amaris had feared for her life. She did what she had to do to get out of a bad situation. To survive. And she didn't regret it in the slightest when Terry-Ann was relieved of her parental rights and Amaris was placed in the system.
New Orleans, Louisiana, USA {Newborn-10} || Dothan, Alabama, USA {10-17} || Miami, Florida, USA {17-Current}
H I S T O R Y
What Amaris' background, if she were to give you the full and unedited version of it that is, would tell you is that if this girl is anything, it is smart and strong. Definitely a fighter because only those with the strongest of willpower can get out of a situation like hers and not be broken by it, like she hasn't allowed it to do. There was no positive start for her, if we are being completely honest. No beginning that consisted of both of her parents being together, there being some stability that was shattered upon some unexpected tragedy, and there are scarcely any happy memories that consisted of either of her parents. Terry-Ann and Francois were both relatively well-off kids at one point. Neither of them had come from much money, but what they had both had, their families had made it work. Granted, his family had more wealth than hers, but when you tell yourself that you're going to become a musician in a city filled with musicians from birth band streets brimming with art, it's really hard for anyone to believe that you're really going anywhere special. Especially when your parents had at least thought that you could make it as a teacher, considering how well he commanded the attention of those younger than him and succeeded really well in school. Even Terry-Ann, for all of her wild girl tendencies, had something to be proud of as her mathematical and problem-solving skills had been phenomenal in those younger years. They could have made her something...if she hadn't followed in her own father's footsteps and turned to alcohol to drown out everyone else's expectations. Or, more importantly, fallen under the illusion that was Francois. He had come off as slightly older and being a member of and up-and-coming band that was eventually going to go on tour, they had said. And she ate it up. Came to every live performance on the French Quarter and at various bars, had kick-back acoustic sessions as various homes, and even more-so fell for Francois' charm. The two of them were never in love, but it didn't stop them from falling into bed with one another several times. But his obsession with chasing a limelight that was never meant to be his and her own obsession with the Hennessy bottle would be what kept them apart. And it would be those nine months that followed that kept Terry-Ann shackled to Louisiana while Francois went about his business, never knowing about the little girl he helped create.
Of all of her parents, Amaris is loathe to admit anything about Terry-Ann other than the fact that she had given birth to her. Terry-Ann never fed her breast milk because she drank as much alcohol as she could the second she had been informed that it was technically okay, as long as she wasn't planning on breast-feeding. What Amaris will admit is that she appreciates that Terry-Ann cared for as much as she could, in a sense, if you call leaving your child in the care of your next door neighbor of your apartment complex the best you could do while you went off as if you were still 21. A lot of Amaris' fonder memories consist of jazz and blues players in the French quarter playing the saxophone to the tempo of heavy feet along the cobblestone, powdered sugar getting stuck up her nose from the big bite of the freshly prepared beignet she had bitten into, grooving into a lindy hop during the Fleur De Lindy, and using the big spoon to stir the huge pot of seafood gumbo her neighbor, Mama Bartee, taught her how to make during one of their many after school cooking lessons. But those, despite how much she would love to return to the lively city, can't fully overshadow the memories of being locked out of their apartment because Amaris had come home late from the library for doing her homework instead of immediately returning to start the dinner Terry-Ann didn't want to make. The constant leers from the men her mother brought to their apartment instead of doing their business in the streets, forcing Amaris to lock her door and eat her stress away or hide away at Mrs. Bartee's. The ridicule from Terry-Ann for her subsequent weight gain and the fact that by nine, Amaris was first starting her period and gaining a "fat enough ass that they both could make money off of." There had always been police intervention at some point, enough so that Amaris was teased during school - when she could attend - because of Terry-Ann's drinking. Public nudity, public intoxication (which said something serious in a city where whiskey was passed as commonly as water), and the occasionally verbal outbursts. Most directed at Amaris and others, rarely, at Mrs. Bartee for being too nice or Terry-Ann being bitter. Amaris had long since dispelled the naive idea that her mother would one day become an actual mother, but it was one particular night when she had thrown a glass bottle at Amaris that sealed the deal. To this day, she shuts all the way down and shuts you out if you mention the permanent scar on her right ear from where the glass had cut her deeply and had bled for as long as she had cried. It was also the night she had decided that she needed to get out of that house. Mrs. Bartee had done all that she can, but no one had ever come to Amaris' rescue. Police had known she was an endangerment, but it wasn't like Terry-Ann was bad every single day. That her drinking was a particular problem every day. Sometimes she was too passed out. And Amaris had had a roof over her head yet, food to be cooked in the house, etc. But she had realized that the only one who could truly help her was herself. So, she had to turn on the crocodile tears she had learned to hide behind stony expressions and went to the cops. She exaggerated some of the less spectacular episodes of her mother's alcoholism, like the time she had been trying to get into Amaris' bedroom and had passed out after yelling. Instead, in her story, Terry-Ann had banged on the door and Amaris had feared for her life. She did what she had to do to get out of a bad situation. To survive. And she didn't regret it in the slightest when Terry-Ann was relieved of her parental rights and Amaris was placed in the system.
Amaris had seen her birth father once before getting adopted by the Castillos and it hadn't exactly been some grand first time meeting. Even though she was a ward of the state, Amaris was allowed to attend school still. It was one particular evening when she had walked by a mechanic's shop on the way to an ice cream store with a few of the older orphans when Francois called to her. He had said that he could recognize Terry-Ann's eyes anywhere, asked how she had been and told her that he hadn't even known Amaris existed until four years ago. To which Amaris promptly and bluntly responded by telling him that if he had been any type of man, he would've come then instead of hiding out. And that she was no longer with "that woman" because she was an abusive drunk that he left his only child with. Amaris doesn't waste her time thinking about the tears Francois had shed that day since the interaction had taken up the time she could have gotten back to the orphanage to start her homework, but she did remember being a bit pleased when she hid away the one-hundred dollars he had given her then and there. He didn't try coming for her and as much as little Amaris had hoped that he would, the woman that she is now (albeit, bitterly) acknowledges that she was better off not having interacted much with him. Besides, despite how much of an aversion she seems to have towards returning to the home she has in Alabama, the Castillos were nice. Granted, Amaris didn't think she would have gotten them to pick her over some tiny toothpick of a child if she hadn't put on the tortured big brown eyes routine, but she had gotten them. It was another mask, sure, but it gained her a new home and well, it was a good home. From the beginning, Deborah and Richard were this ideal couple, both in respect to their careers and their passion for one another. There was never a day Amaris didn't see Richard snatching his wife up by the waist and laying a kiss on her that made even Amaris' heart swoon with longing for something like that in her future. Deborah was a really successful coporate lawyer and Richard was a stockbroker who had gotten a really decent job in a growing company a few years back. And once he had drawn up some proposals his employers couldn't ignore because it would gain them a substantial amount of wealth, life had been made for them. However, with Deborah barren due to medications she took at a young age, they could never have a flesh-and-blood-child of their own since Richard didn't want a baby to be born when Deborah was the one who wanted to give birth to his babies. So, they had agreed upon adopting and while she doubts this, they had loved Amaris from afar for awhile. More than that, she was a good...distraction from the government.
You see, as Amaris would soon discover and become disgusted by, Deborah and Rick, along with this 'good company' he had worked for had been fraudulent and laundering money. Of course, it wasn't like they had flat-out told this to Amaris the second she had come into their home. It took years for her piece it all together on her own and Deborah had managed to do a pretty decent job with distracting her from their secrecy. They had bi-weekly nail shop sessions, she filled Amaris' closet up with as much clothes as she could to ward off the unpleasant stirrings of feeling undesirable due to weight she had a hard time accepting as her own, made sure her hair was always together and really influenced the desire for bigger and better within her, and she even got Amaris all the books her little heart could want. Deborah had made her want to become a lawyer with how much Amaris had admired her. And Rick...Rick for a time, made her his own little princess. They planned out her possible future. It wasn't always perfect. Amaris had to paint on smiles during dinner parties or various holiday events so that people didn't know how fat she felt and how much she wanted to dig into an appetizer platter so bad, play nice with kids who complimented her dress while lamenting her unattractiveness in the same breath, and there were so many instances where she had to pretend. But she had sucked it all up because where she was at the time was so much better than where she had been. However, it was during her junior year of high school when she had decided help straighten up Rick's office for him since he had caught the flu that she had discovered some paperwork and Amaris? She may had needed a few summer school sessions to really catch up, but it wasn't long before people realized that she was an exceptional student, particularly a reader. And so it wasn't hard to put two and two together and eventually, she made Deborah and Richard explain the hush hushness of everything. The secrecy, the frequent trips away, the fact that they would have guests over late at night. And even why they adopted her, which was really to make them look good, like a seemingly successful couple who only needed one missing piece in their life. A little girl.
Amaris had been absolutely disgusted. She refused to go into corporate law like Deborah anymore and she worked her ass off to not have to depend on them for much. And when she had gotten accepted into Fulton University on a full-ride since Spelman didn't offer much money because of her parents, it was no longer a competition. She was going to a large university and she was doing for herself. She had immediately found two jobs during her freshman year, built up her resume and got involved with as much as she could, and was even able to get the car that Rick had bought her in her own name. And if people question why she gets reluctant to return to her Alabama home in favor of staying on campus or going with a friend, Amaris politely tells them to mind their goddamn business. As much as she appreciates Deborah and Rick giving her what they gave her, she didn't want to be associated with that. With their lies and their robbing people of their money. Which is why she's so adamant about being a successful criminal defense lawyer. She'll gain her money, sure, but it will be for the right reasons. And she'll actually be able to sleep with herself at night afterwards.
You see, as Amaris would soon discover and become disgusted by, Deborah and Rick, along with this 'good company' he had worked for had been fraudulent and laundering money. Of course, it wasn't like they had flat-out told this to Amaris the second she had come into their home. It took years for her piece it all together on her own and Deborah had managed to do a pretty decent job with distracting her from their secrecy. They had bi-weekly nail shop sessions, she filled Amaris' closet up with as much clothes as she could to ward off the unpleasant stirrings of feeling undesirable due to weight she had a hard time accepting as her own, made sure her hair was always together and really influenced the desire for bigger and better within her, and she even got Amaris all the books her little heart could want. Deborah had made her want to become a lawyer with how much Amaris had admired her. And Rick...Rick for a time, made her his own little princess. They planned out her possible future. It wasn't always perfect. Amaris had to paint on smiles during dinner parties or various holiday events so that people didn't know how fat she felt and how much she wanted to dig into an appetizer platter so bad, play nice with kids who complimented her dress while lamenting her unattractiveness in the same breath, and there were so many instances where she had to pretend. But she had sucked it all up because where she was at the time was so much better than where she had been. However, it was during her junior year of high school when she had decided help straighten up Rick's office for him since he had caught the flu that she had discovered some paperwork and Amaris? She may had needed a few summer school sessions to really catch up, but it wasn't long before people realized that she was an exceptional student, particularly a reader. And so it wasn't hard to put two and two together and eventually, she made Deborah and Richard explain the hush hushness of everything. The secrecy, the frequent trips away, the fact that they would have guests over late at night. And even why they adopted her, which was really to make them look good, like a seemingly successful couple who only needed one missing piece in their life. A little girl.
Amaris had been absolutely disgusted. She refused to go into corporate law like Deborah anymore and she worked her ass off to not have to depend on them for much. And when she had gotten accepted into Fulton University on a full-ride since Spelman didn't offer much money because of her parents, it was no longer a competition. She was going to a large university and she was doing for herself. She had immediately found two jobs during her freshman year, built up her resume and got involved with as much as she could, and was even able to get the car that Rick had bought her in her own name. And if people question why she gets reluctant to return to her Alabama home in favor of staying on campus or going with a friend, Amaris politely tells them to mind their goddamn business. As much as she appreciates Deborah and Rick giving her what they gave her, she didn't want to be associated with that. With their lies and their robbing people of their money. Which is why she's so adamant about being a successful criminal defense lawyer. She'll gain her money, sure, but it will be for the right reasons. And she'll actually be able to sleep with herself at night afterwards.
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F A C EXC L A I M
Jordyn Woods
R O L E P L A Y E DXB Y
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M I S C .
Bedroom
Jordyn Woods
R O L E P L A Y E DXB Y
Girl2Fine2
M I S C .
Bedroom
