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name: ava elise bancroft.
age: forty-one.
hometown: manhattan, new york.
current location: manhattan, new york.
occupation: democraticΒ political strategist.
gender: cis woman.
orientation: heteroromantic heterosexual.
status: divorced, currently single.
If Gossip Girl was around in the 90s, Ava Bancroft would have been the main character. She is the pinnacle of wealth & privilege. Born and raised in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, she had everything handed to her - what she wanted, she got. It has always been that way, and frankly, it still is. She has a talent for having anyone wrapped around her little finger, especially men.Β
She studied political science at Harvard (her first choice, plus the President of the university at the time was her godfather). With immaculate grades and a lot of popularity around campus, Ava thrived. That college was her hive, and she was the queen bee... everyone knew her, and every girl wanted to be her. Youβd think she would have peaked then, but somehow she didnβt. Once graduating, she moved on to bigger and better things - returning to New York City, she interned at the Mayorβs office for several years before moving between different political consulting firms. She found her niche and stuck with it, eventually moving her way up the hierarchy in the political world as the years went on.
Along the way, Ava met the man who would eventually be her husband. They couldnβt stand each other initially, until they slept with each other in the heat of the moment and the rest is history. They were married for 10 years (and together for 12) before divorcing. Despite how crazy they were for each other, their careers got in the way and it was just easier to split.
Fast forward to current day, Ava is one of the most sought after political strategists in the business, she worked for the Hillary Clinton presidential campaign in 2016, before working closely in the Biden campaign in the 2020 election.Β
When it comes to her career, she calls the shots. Sheβs ruthless, cunning and knows exactly how to play the game to her advantage. Itβd be a wise option to stay out of her way, otherwise sheβll tear you apart.
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
Ex-husband:Β (link to information)
Assistant.
Neighbor(s): she lives in the Upper East Side.
Best friend: bad bitches stick together.
Enemy.
Friend with benefits.
Recent ex: they probably didnβt date for too long, it was probably more passion & lust than actual feelings. They probably still sleep together tbh.
βOh gosh, this is so embarrasing. I thought you were one of them, my bad.β Klara said, referring to the people around her who she took selfies. To those who were familar with cinema and fans of her films, she was easy to be spotted without her big sunhat and large glasses.Β βOh..Iβm sorry.β She responded to the womanβs somewhat bitter response.Β βIβm fine..perhaps a little overwhelmed.β She awkwardly giggled.Β
βOne of them?β Her interest was piqued. Ava hadnβt taken notice of the handful of people whoβd just been occupying the strangerβs space.Β βWhat, are you famous or something?β A serious question. She wasnβt quite good with knowledge of whoβs who in Hollywood, unless there was a connection to politics weaved into the starβs life.Β βThatβs nothing a little caffeine boost canβt fix, right? I mean, I have a flask of whiskey in my Birkin if youβre an Irish coffee fan.β Okay, that was kind of a joke, but the part about the flask wasnβt. Sometimes a girl needed a little kick.
βOh, an autograph or selfie?β She said with a friendly smile.Β βWhatever you like honestly.β Klara blushed nervously. Sometimes she got noticed on the streets by fans and strangers, and signed things or took pictures. Klara typically wore larges sunglasses due to her light sensitive eyesight which helped concealed a bit of her identity, but she forgot them today. She was seated down at a cafe, her son was off at school.Β βHow are you by the way?β Despite her status and business, she wanted to make friendly talk with people and closed her laptop.Β
Ava always tried to grab a quick coffee break in-between meetings, in her line of work it was always a possibly that she wouldnβt get sleep until the early hours of the morning, if any. Still, that kind of life was something she thrived off, even if she sometimes found herself fighting off exhaustion as she found solace in brief moments.Β
The only thing that brought her back to reality was the sound of a strangerβs voice right next to her. God. The last thing she wanted was to have to endure awkward small talk - it was the bane of her life.Β βHuh?β She asked with a raised brow, the tiredness evident on her face. It took her a few seconds before she finally registered whatβd been said.Β βOh. Yeah, Iβm fine, I guess. Fucking exhausted, but thatβs the usual.β Not usually the type to care about the life of someone she didnβt even know, she figured sheβd at least be relatively friendly.Β βHow are you? You seem to be having a better day than me.β
They think Iβm depressed because I look serious in photos. Itβs usually because Iβm just nervous. But Iβve stopped dressing for other people. If I think I look good, thatβs the most important thing.
