Birthdate: October 31st, 1986 ( 31 )
Gender and Pronouns: Female, she/her
Hometown: New York, New York
Neighborhood: Brooklyn Heights, Brooklyn
Occupation: Dancer
Faceclaim: Tessa Thompson
Trigger Warnings: None.
Amara Meadows knows New York City like the back of her hand. Born to a mother who worked in a dingy diner around the corner as a waitress pretty much twenty-four hours on seven days a week, she was often on her own in the dirty almost cellar like one bedroom apartment they shared. Her father had been gone, never to be seen again – her mother never talked much about him, and throughout her life, Amara came up with several stories of who he could be. They ranged from him being from another planet or a prince to him being nothing better than an awful drug addict who ran away for his next dose when she was born. Her mother never confirmed nor denied any of her theories, and once she hit her eighteenth birthday, Amara stopped caring about the man who had clearly never cared about her either. In her early teenage years, Amara wanted to help her mother out with money. To that, she wanted to have at least a little bit of money to herself. She got a job at the same diner her mom worked at, the one that had always been her second home – where she did her homework and had her dinner for free. She already knew every other employee at the place, and did well as a waitress. But Amara wanted more than just to be a waitress. For as long as she could remember, she had been more interested in music thanks to the huge collection of vinyl her father left behind in the apartment.
She tried to join bands whenever an option arose, but somehow she just never truly fit in. She got small gigs here and there, but they mostly took place in bars where no one was listening to her, no one was seeing her either. No matter how much she saw herself on big stages, in magazines and the radio, it just didn’t want to work out. The dream of an agent walking up to her during one of her very few and rare gigs never happened. But the waitress job wasn’t one she wanted to keep either, and instead started going from bar to bar, club to club, from bartender to dancer to part-time singer. She dated the wrong boys and found the wrong friends, tried to go back to a better life, but was pulled back down by another bad job over and over again. She learned how to take a hit, how to take verbal insults left and right. From drugs to too much alcohol and back to toxic relationships, Amara climbed down the ladder of feeling awful, and only ever managed tiny steps back up the same ladder. Sooner or later, the dream of being a professional singer one day faded, her voice only ever heard by herself and maybe some drunk guests when she jumped in for a sick singer. Instead, Amara focused on her dancing skills. She wasn’t good enough to do it professionally either, but she got good tips for the job, and figured that was still better than handing out drinks to people who were already too drunk to care about much else.
Her mother doesn’t know that nowadays, Amara works as a dancer at Genesis – Amara still tells her she sings at small clubs, because she can’t bear to see the disappointment in her mother’s eyes if she told her the truth. Said disappointment would only be a mirror of the disappointment in her own eyes, after all.
( + ) independent, passionate, spontaneous.
( - ) impatient, possessive, temperamental.
