FULL NAME : Amayah James ALIAS : Maya AGE : 36 DATE OF BIRTH : March 2nd, 1989 BIRTHPLACE : Castries, Saint Lucia RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married to Wesley James TIME IN KISMET HARBOR : 1989-2013, sept 2023 - present. RESIDENCE : Cresthill Meadows. FACECLAIM : Nathalie Emmanuel
EDUCATION : Oregon State University - Art History, University of Ain Shams, Cairo - Archeology. OCCUPATION : Stay-at-home-wife GENDER : Cis-Female PRONOUNS : She/Her SEXUALITY : Straight. HAIR COLOUR : Dark Brown EYE COLOUR : Brown HEIGHT : 5′7″ BUILD : Slim ACCENT : American, with a slight Egyptian tone picked up the last decade. LANGUAGES : English, Spanish, Arabic, French TATTOOS : Flowers on her right shoulder, right foot and a butterfly on her left arm. SCENT: Lancôme La Vie Est Belle ZODIAC : Pisces RELIGION : Hinduism LOVE LANGUAGE : Words of affirmation, quality time CLOTHING : Jeans with tops or croptops/short shirts. Occasionally with a long flannel (Men's collection), sneakers. CURRENT APPEARANCE: ( x )
CONDITIONS : Depression ALLERGIES : None. EATING HABITS : Vegetarian EXERCISE HABITS : Yoga and Pilates. SLEEPING HABITS : 5-6 hours sleep a day. ADDICTIONS : Mobile phone. DRUG USE : None. ALCOHOL USE : Only on the weekends and special occasions.
POSITIVE TRAITS : Dreamy, Spiritual, Gentle, Compassionate NEGATIVE TRAITS : Easily Distracted, Melancholic, Private PHOBIAS : Autophobia, fear of being alone. FEARS : Ending up alone, losing her loved ones, losing her passion. HOBBIES : Drawing, Yoga, Meditation, Hiking. HABITS : Humming, playing with a strand of hair, touching an ear piercing, saying "sorry" too much, gazing off into space USUAL DEMEANOUR : Calm.
FATHER : Kenneth Fontenelle MOTHER : Shani Sanah-Fontenelle SIBLINGS : Unnamed (older brother), Francisco Fontenelle (Younger brother), Lexi Fontenelle, Carmen Fontenelle. (Younger sisters), unnamed (younger brother) PARTNER : Wesley James CHILDREN : Autumn Wynona Levitt-Fontenelle (deceased), Imani James (2025) PETS : A border collie named Zinzi.
BIOGRAPHY
tw: death, pregnancy, child loss, depression
Amayah's first hours in the world had been spent in the arms of a stranger. A nurse holding on to the prematurely born baby girl, seeing as her mother could no longer give her warm skin to skin contact, having died during childbirth. As sickly as she was, she received all the love on a daily basis from all the nurses working in the hospital on the small Caribbean island. It didn't take long for Amayah to be assigned through adoption to a loving couple living in Kismet Harbor, Oregon who came to pick her up as soon as she was declared healthy at four months old, bringing her home to the United States.
Her family was most certainly not comparable to that of most people. She wasn't related to anyone by blood, but by bond and love. All of her siblings originated from different corners of the world, as well as her parents and their home reflected just that. They were taught multiple languages, hobbies, sports, religions and more, being taught that commitment was both important and rewarding on its own. By the age of twelve, Amayah was fluent in four languages, was able to play symphonies on the piano by fourteen and was a competitive fencer by the age of eight til sixteen. The fact that Amayah was able to achieve such feats were impressive, as she was often described as having her head in the clouds, dreaming of fantasies and thinking of geography while she was supposed to be focusing on biology. Whenever she put her mind to something and actually focused, got well into the zone, it was hard to pull her out of it. A trait that eventually helped her through her future academic career.
Since a young age, and no doubt thanks to her busy home life, Amayah was a social butterfly, helping out whenever she could and making conversation with strangers on the bus. She was often the first to befriend the new kid in the class and sit next to the lonely student, even if it was just to give them company without talking. Despite this, Amayah could appreciate some quiet time, rarely knowing a calm moment in her busy home of eight. Though as much as she focused on friendship, Amayah was never really busy with boys, befriending them rather than dating them. All that changed when she met Wesley James. The boy with the charming smile that made her jumble all of her words and lose her thoughts. It didn't surprise her parents that as soon as she announced she had a boyfriend and brought him home with her for dinner, that they were in for the long run.
She left the comfort of Kismet Harbor to travel with Wesley to university. Pursue her passion for the arts, no doubt inspired by her father's profession as an archeologist. She expanded her knowledge from the Minoan era, to the bronze era. From the first intermediate period to the ptolemaic period, Amayah was terribly fascinated by it all, and in particularly focused on the history of her hometown, the local museum having been a place she wanted her father to bring her to as much as they could. Rounding off her studies, life seemed to be on a fast track for Amayah, finding that she was pregnant in her early twenties rather than in her early thirties, as she had always imagined her life with Wesley to look like. Overcoming any fears and doubts, Wesley remained her rock, even going as far as to propose to her so that they would all, eventually, would carry the James name. Her pregnancy had been one the doctors baptised as the perfect pregnancy. Right on schedule, none of the side effects and her skin glowed, her hair was full of volume and if she had to complain about something, it was about discomfort on her feet and back from the weight hanging from her waist.
Except Amayah knew no happy ending where she would have her bundle of joy in her arms after a textbook birth. She drove home after a party with Wesley, similar as to any other car ride. Being the designated driver, the two were talking as they drove home, laughing about a comment of one of their friends making a fool of themselves that Amayah hadn't seen that another driver wasn't giving them leeway where they should've gotten it, and ended up being driven off the Kismet Harbor bridge. The last thing she remembered was how the dark water came closer in a rapid pace before a flash of pain and everything went dark. She woke up nearly twenty hours later, her body bruised and aching, barely responding to her willing to move her arms. She had noticed her belly wasn't as large as it was before she lost consciousness, but was confirmed it wasn't a trick of the mind when confirmed to her that they had lost the baby. The fact her memory played games on her, from both the trauma and the fact she had been deprived of air for so long, they had to break the news of her little girl being gone at least a dozen times before she stopped forgetting, each time as heartbreaking as the last. She had held her treasure in her arms before they took her away, but Amayah can only recall her tiny perfect face from the pictures taken by her family.
Weeks went by and turned into months where she wouldn't leave her bed, couldn't stand the daylight and the smell of fresh air made her want to spit, losing herself to the tragedy of her life. She needed time, needed a chance to get over the trauma her mind and body went through. At the time she didn't understand why Wesley stayed by her side the one day and left her the other, urging her to leave and join her family to her father's digsite near Cairo, Egypt. She went from having everything to nearly nothing, and with tears in her eyes, she watched how the state of Vermont grew smaller and smaller until she could no longer recognise it as she flew to her new home across the world.
Cairo took some getting used to. She was nowhere near ready to live a normal life and forget what had happened. But day by day, Week by week, the change of scenery and the different culture helped Amayah overcome the pain her hometown held for her. She slowly gained more interest in her father's finds, in his enthusiasm until she adapted and joined him. A year later, she was able to start her new studies at the university in Cairo for archeology, focusing on preserving and studying relics and artefacts rather than digging them up, even though she enjoyed that aspect just as much. Having two phds to her name, she worked with the best that Cairo (and the world) had to offer. Her father's job, that was supposed to last two years, turned into four, which turned into eight, which turned into a permanent position as more and more digsites were unearthed.
Amayah thrived, becoming her old self again, even if she would never forget the darkest days of her life and for a long while accepted that she was able to live a life in Cairo of all places, with its heat and long days. Sure she explored the world, traveling to countries in Europe, Africa and Asia, but wondering to herself when she would make the decision to go back to the place that held so many memories for her. The chance came in the form of an invitation to a wedding, one that made her decide that she was happily going to close her current chapter and continue the one she was never able to close on her own terms. In the end it was the right decision to be made. She was welcomed back by all of her loved ones, rekindling her relationship with Wesley to the point they got back to being engaged again, moving in a new home together and expecting a child. A second chance at a family.
