BASIC INFO
Full name: Phoebe Marie Baker
Nickname(s): Pheebs, P
Age: 23
Birthday: November 2, 1999
Hometown: Atlanta, Georgia
Zodiac big three: Scorpio Sun, Pisces Moon, Virgo Rising
Sexuality: Bicurious/still exploring
Residence: Coral Coast
Occupation: Waitress at Sunrise Diner/Content Creator on OnlyFans
PERSONALITY
Part bad bitch and part soft girl is the perfect way to describe Phoebe. The lack of a father figure in her life, combined with her mother who can’t seem to make it work with any man she meets, has caused serious problems regarding her relationships. She can be a tad bit needy and can get attached too quickly, but she means well. She is just desperate to find real love and has been burned way too many times in the past. She still has faith and is a true romantic at heart.
BIOGRAPHY
Trigger warning(s): Child neglect, alcoholism, toxic parent, sex work
Kelly Baker never had good luck when it came to love. She always got too attached quickly and most of her relationships plummeted to the ground. It was no surprise when she gave birth to two daughters, both by different men. Phoebe Baker was the second-born daughter. Her older sister had the luxury of being able to choose to live with her father at a certain age. A luxury Phoebe didn’t have access to, given that she never knew her own. She had no idea what his name could even be since she was the result of a one night stand with unprotected sex. With the long string of men her mother had seen over the years, it was easy for her to muddle their names together or forget them entirely. Her father’s name happened to be one of them.
Phoebe's childhood wasn’t normal by any means. She became used to her mother’s various failed relationships from a young age. She would get a new boyfriend. Then he would be practically moved in and living there rent-free. Some stayed around longer than others, but they always left in the end. And when they did, Kelly would turn to alcohol to numb the pain. She would pass out on the couch with a bottle of bourbon in her hand, leaving Phoebe to fend for herself regarding her basic needs. By seven, she had fully learned how to operate the stove to make a basic grilled cheese, which was usually her food of choice since it was so easy to make. Her mother did manage to have moments of clarity where she swore she’d never have another drink again. And Phoebe being the young and naïve child she was, actually believed her. As she got older, she realized it was just a constant cycle. Her mom meets a guy and gets taken advantage of, he leaves her when he gets what he wants, and she turns to alcohol to numb the pain. She may have a brief clarity before the inevitable cycle starts again.
The faces and names of the various men got lost and muddled inside her head, one generic, mediocre man after the next. But occasionally, a few would be nice to Phoebe and treat her as if she were their own daughter. It was nice to daydream that maybe after so many failed relationships, her mother finally got it right. Only for those fantasies to be crushed by the inevitable cycle kicking in. When she was a teenager, her mom started dating this one man who, for some reason, gave Phoebe the creeps. It was just something about his beady eyes and his awkward demeanor. It wasn’t until one evening when her mother wasn’t around he made some inappropriate comments and massaged her shoulder in a way that sent shivers down her spine. She began locking herself in the safe haven of her room just to ensure he never attempted anything again, which he never did since he was gone just as fast as he came. She started writing in her journal as a much-needed outlet to vent her feelings and frustrations surrounding her life. She wondered where her older sister was. They had lost touch after the few moves Kelly insisted upon for a “fresh start” after a really bad breakup. She imagined her sister was living a more stable and enjoyable life than she was and even began to grow envious of her. In her mind, she pictured her older sister having a picture-perfect life. She lived with her father, who eventually married a woman and had their own children. Meaning her sister could have other half-sisters that actually got the chance to know her. Even though Phoebe grew jealous from the made-up fantasies in her head, she longed for the presence of her older sister. They didn’t really ever have the chance to get to know one another. Phoebe was only a few years younger than her when she went to live with her father. Meaning the extent of their sisterly relationship had been spent fighting over Barbies and then again over whose Barbie gets to wear the prettier outfits. She knew wherever her sister was out there, she got to be the lucky one to escape a life of being raised by Kelly Baker and her string of men. She didn’t have to fend for herself when mom went a little too hard on the booze. For that, she would always be envious of her sister.
By the start of high school, Kelly and Phoebe moved to Tennessee for yet another “fresh start”. Phoebe was determined to stay in town long enough to have the full high school experience. The last thing she wanted was for her mom to insist on packing them up and moving again. She just needed to make it four years, then she would be able to leave her mother’s toxicity behind. In the process of trying to avoid becoming her mother, it happened without her even realizing it. She entered her first relationship halfway through her sophomore year and quickly fell hopelessly in love with the boy. She lived for the feeling of butterflies in her stomach whenever he told her exactly what she needed to hear. When they finally decided to have sex, Phoebe hoped their relationship would grow even stronger. She became even more attached and needy to the point where her boyfriend broke up with her. Throughout her tears and her heartbreak, she was blind to all the similarities there were between her and her mother. She unknowingly entered a cycle of her own where she would crave the attention of guys and become heartbroken when they left her behind.
The rest of high school was rough for Phoebe. She kept falling into the trap of running to men for validation. And it’s not like she had any close girlfriends to fall back on. She had fucked that up by going after the guys they liked or were dating. That just caused those girls to spread rumors, and a few of them even spread around photos she had privately sent to her ex to the rest of the school. All she had wanted was a regular high school experience. But the level of drama she was involved in made her understand her mother’s mindset a little more. The only thing she wanted to do was pack her bags and move to a different location where no one knew her or anything about her history. She just had her senior year to get through. She did her best to lay her head low and fly under the radar, though there always seemed to be some catty girl talking shit about her because of who she dated and how she was the easiest girl in school. Phoebe’s already low self-confidence plummeted further. She was so desperate for love and to be loved, yet she still kept the hope alive that her great romantic love was somewhere out there, just waiting for her. She continued scribbling her feelings down in her journals, having already filled a couple over the years. Every heartbreak she endured, she vented about. Though there were plenty of pages ripped out and even burned because the boys she wrote about on them were no longer worth her time or energy. She hoped to one day be able to fill the pages of her journals with love notes and silly little squiggles and hearts to emphasize how happy she was, though she wasn’t sure if that would ever really happen for her.
The week after she graduated high school, Phoebe packed her bags to move to Los Angeles, California. It was an impulsive decision, but she had high hopes that it would be the turning point in her life and everything would become instantly better now that she was on her own. She picked up a part-time job as a barista at a coffee place near her apartment, but she soon realized the paychecks weren’t cutting it when it came to her bills. On a whim, she began auditioning for small parts in movies. She would get twenty bucks here or fifty bucks there, but it wasn’t anything that made it worthwhile for her to continue to pursue. By nineteen, she found herself on a casting couch for an audition in the porn industry. One thing led to another, and the next thing she knew, she was getting handed a check for hundreds of dollars and more opportunities being handed her way. The money she was making was not only enough to pay her rent, but it allowed her to have enough money to put off to the side in a savings account. For the first time in her life, she felt like she had become independent in a way her mother never was. Despite the industry she worked in, she felt she didn’t need a boyfriend to be happy.
By the age of twenty-one, she left Los Angeles and the porn industry behind and settled in a small town in Washington named Fairford. She had gained quite a following while she was in the industry, so it was easy for her to transition into creating content for OnlyFans. She preferred it this way since she had complete control over the content she was making and putting out for the world to see. It wasn’t as if she was completely ashamed of her past, but being a few years older and wiser, there were certain things she would want to go back and do differently if she had the chance. Having more creative control was definitely one of those things. Phoebe picked up a part-time job at Sunrise Diner to have a normal job, so she didn’t have to tell everyone exactly what she did for a living. She knew how judgey people can get and it was something she tried to avoid as best as she could.
About a year later, she was working an overnight shift at the diner. Business was quite slow, considering it was the middle of the night on a Wednesday, but there were a few night owls lingering around. A man that came in alone was seated in her section, and something about the way he gawked at her sent chills down her spine. She faked a smile and proceeded to take his order. It wasn’t until she was bringing him the food that he let it slip and told her how big of a fan of hers he was. She played dumb and pretended not to know what he was talking about, but he instead described a video from her past in detail. She assured him he was mistaken and denied that it was her. The last thing she wanted was for her past to catch up with her and potentially ruin her reputation in the town she was cozily settling into. That encounter was the last time she ever saw him, but she continues to be afraid of spotting him around town again. Especially since he knows exactly where she works.
