NAME: Carter Alison Fabray.
NICKNAMES: Car, Cart, Art, Ali, Fababe, Fabs, Cupcake.
HOMETOWN: Seattle, Washington.
GENDER IDENTITY/PRONOUNS: Female, she/her.
ORIENTATION: Pansexual, panromantic.
OCCUPATION/EDUCATION: Le Cordon Bleu Culinary School of Boston graduate, Baker at Modern Pastry and Contracted Pianist at The Ritz-Carlton Hotel.
POSITIVE: Laid back, adventurous, kind.
NEGATIVE: Sensitive, invasive, impatient.
Growing up in the Fabray household had been like growing up in a royal English court. The rules were tight and restricting, expectant that the children of Stephen and Caroline Fabray would be of the utmost importance in their small society. As much as you could call the Medina neighborhood of Seattle high society. It wasnāt the Upper East Side, but it liked to think that it had enough merit to be compared to Americaās prized piece of land. The Fabray children were groomed Ā to rise above their small segment of the Pacific Northwest and take on the world with the kind of business sense that had put Stephen Fabray at the top of not only Seattleās social ladder, but the company that his father had built before him. It was a big investment for a business that didnāt sit inside of one of the countryās largest business hubs, but it thrived regardless.
Something about this way of growing up never sat well with Carter Alison, the youngest of the Fabray twins. She would put on the pretty dresses and flowers for parties to appease her motherās judgmental glares - but there were always high tops hidden under hems, boys boxer briefs under the mini skirts, and smudges of dirt under the fingernails that were always painted and kept in shape. There was nothing about Carter Fabray that screamed she wanted to be a part of the family fortune or an heir to the throne of a company that she couldnāt believe in. Sheād rather spend her days outside on a skateboard with her friends from Beacon Hill and West Seattle. Or curled up in bed reading cookbooks about classic French cuisine and how to piece together the perfect combination for a chiffon cake. The parties with boys that stared at her chest and girls looking to be her friend for her name bored Carter out of her mind. It just wasnāt a lifestyle that she ever wanted.
As a child and as she grew older, Carter loved music and the piano. It was a love that her parents couldnāt understand as they believed in the work of a business and not that of an artist. They appeased her with a keyboard on her twelfth birthday, though she knew it was mostly to keep her dirty hands off of their prized grand piano in the foyer. It become one of the most used objects in the house and one that annoyed her family when she decided to pull out the headphones and grace the halls of their large home with her musical tracks. For the most part, sheād taught herself how to navigate the keyboard but extracurricular music classes at her school helped her hone the skill beyond what she could do without help.
Another one of the loves Carter had come upon early was a passion for cooking and baking. Sheād started helping their hired cook with cakes and tarts when she was six and the image of a child on a stool with a large spoon in hand was amusing. Cart would spread jams into tart shells, whip cream by hand the best that her small fingers could, and cut strawberries with a knife so small, it couldnāt have run across the length of a small apple. To her surprise, it was also a skill that her parents encouraged. They werenāt especially pleased that Carter spent so much time with the āhelpā, but they liked seeing her passionate about something that she could make a business out of. This was a thought theyād had in mind even when she was a young child - she could be an asset to the family name.
At the thought of college and her future, Carter considered both of her great loves to take the lead for her future. Her parents pushed for culinary school, encouraging her to go into something that would be worth their time and money - something that could become an eventual business under their family name. āFabaked,ā her father joked - a tone that wasnāt often heard. But one that she couldnāt help but try to appease. So, with her acceptance into Le Cordon Bleu in Boston, Carter moved across the country at eighteen into a dorm room with girls that didnāt know who she was and the support of her parents in a career that she could actually love. Four years went by much faster than she would have liked - gaining and losing friends, learning what it took to work in a bakery, and spending part of her Junior year in France working in a position under a famous and talented baker that sheād only just managed to get into. She did it all without the presence of her parents but their money and support to become the best in her chosen field.
With graduation came the decision on where she would go - back to France to continue her work there? Back to Seattle under the reign of her parents with the promise of her own store front and a team that sheād hand pick? Or staying in Boston, a city that she had grown to truly love with the promise of a job at a wonderful bakery and her own ideas of what her life should be like. Carter could no longer live under the influence of people that could only see her as a business transaction. She didnāt want to live in the house she grew up in, forced to attend parties and marry a boy of her fatherās choosing. Carter wanted to be independent, graceful, and loved on all of her own terms. The thought of taking her own time, saving up her own money, and opening a place outside of her parents control was exactly what Carter wanted for her life.
From her dormitory, she moved into Kings Terrace - all of the payments made with money sheād saved from her internship and the first paycheck sheād received working at Modern Pastry. Carter was six months into this living situation before she realized that the one big thing missing from her life, the one thing that she knew would make everything feel right, was music. She still played her keyboard; the one covered in Blink-182 stickers, rainbows, and nail polish that sheād prized since she was twelve. The audition for a position playing at the Ritz was much more difficult than she had thought, but she was lucky enough to snag the position with practice on a piece that sheād learned from videos online and music scores printed on colored paper. It was mostly an evening job at events and parties, working well with her early schedule at the bakery.
@CARTERFAB: overalls covered in flour and cotton candy is my #aesthetic.
@CARTERFAB: no, but iām actually attracted to pans. cake pans, sheet pans, muffins tins. #getbaked amiright?
@CARTERFAB: okay, but why isnāt andy dwyer an actual person, because iām ps weāre meant to be and thatās just not fair
OOC: Aly, 25, EST, she/her.
ANTI-SHIPS: Carter/No Chemistry.
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