( jenna ortega. cis!female. bisexual. ) that’s SABINA CASTILLO , the michigan state university film student , they're twenty four years old and are known to be determined and standoffish. their go to karaoke song is would that i by hozier.
likes: letterboxd, dark lipstick, the color red, roses in the springtime, oversized sweaters, wired headphones, eyeliner, david lynch films, thunderstorms, camcorders, movie trivia, matcha, 80s music, animals
hobbies: making her own documentary, watching movies, painting her own nails, attending film festivals, cooking, reading before bed, dancing, crafting drinks, puzzling, playing board games, dyeing her own hair
biography
born and raised in boston, ma, sabina never expected to end up in michigan for her schooling. she grew up in a quiet household, surrounded by absent parents and a distant sister. the only source of comfort she could conjure was through film. blue velvet by david lynch being the movie that had her falling head over heels for film, sabina vowed to herself that she would become a world renowned director one day, specializing in cinematography and documentary elements. after she saved up enough money from her movie theater job, sabina found the farthest school she could come across that ran in her budget: michigan state university. while it was not completely ideal, sabina used msu as a chance to uncover the secret behind a new location. little did she know, she would be arriving at a school who’s dedication relied mainly in hockey, a sport she knew little to nothing about. however, after completely her first semester at msu, sabina figured she could combine the two: create a documentary dedicated to the men’s and women’s hockey teams, specifically what made them stand out from other big hockey schools. the project has been in the works for quite some time, the fall season her chance to capture as much intel as she could. dedicated and passionate, sabina plans to make her mark on msu, even if people may not quite understand her the way she understands herself.
headcanons
growing up in a small townhouse located in the heart of boston, sabina was constantly surrounded by sports…yet, she still barely understands anything about them.
her letterboxd top 4 goes: blue velvet, psycho, olivier & company, kill bill volume 1
she wears over the ear headphones a lot but nothing is ever playing…it’s her way to have people leave her alone
modern folk music remains her favorite genre, specifically hozier and noah kahan
she’s always wanted to own a brown cat
she collects special edition box sets of every david lynch movie created (she’s missing twin peaks: fire walk with me)
she owns lots of platform shoes to lift her height
Jenna Ortega attended the 32nd Annual Actor Awards on March 1, 2026, in a cream sheer slip dress by Christian Cowan (Fall/Winter 2026). The lingerie-style gown had a deep lace-trimmed neckline, delicate straps, and a distressed edge. She styled it with sheer stockings, black Jimmy Choo platform heels, and a long pearl necklace over a black choker, mixing vintage glamour with bold modernity.
he shrugs. "it's just a plastic cup. i'm not scared of them anyway." tattooed arms fold together as he observes the girl. "do you not party often? 'cause shit gets way crazier than this usually." doing his best impression of her accent, he says, "i thought brits love a pint."
natalia paused, lips parting as she tried to conjure up a sentence. did she like to party? yes, she definitely did. it just took her a moment to settle, throw back a few drinks and she’s good to go. but the sober part of natalia remained the forefront, insecure and feeling entirely too out of place despite all her friends being here. “i do love a pint.” she reassured, almost offended that someone didn’t think she liked to party. “i drink a lot, especially when im home. i just…haven’t had enough to drink yet.”
"okay good, i thought i did something wrong for a second there." sammy admitted, letting a bit of a nervous laugh as a result. "well, i try to be, but i also tend to break down from time to time too. i mean, nobody's perfect and all that jazz." she added. "nice to meet you, natalia, i'm sammy."
natalia felt a sense of relief overfill her lungs from her conversation with sammy. it was like a breath of fresh air, something new yet comfortable just the same. “all that jazz,” she laughed, feeling it deep in her chest. her eyes brightened a bit before she continued speaking. “that’s a nice way to put it, i guess? as opposed to simply breaking down over anything and everything…i’ll have to sue that phrase from now on.” she paused. “say, are you on the hockey team? you look familiar.”
with a crooked grin, he wiped away the small speck of water that landed on his arm. color crept into his cheeks as he flushed just the slightest bit. “i mean, i don’t really mind getting wet. that.. sounded weird. it wasn’t an innuendo, i swear it's just warm in here and your drink was cold so it felt nice, that's all.“ he mentally slapped himself for over - explaining and took another sip of beer before speaking again. “you are correct. i don’t usually like parties very much. but, uh, i’m having fun now. since i have someone nice to talk to.”
a snort slipped through her nose, causing natalia to gasp. she quickly covers her face, cheeks burning with embarrassment as she realizes what she had done. “gosh, i’m sorry, i…i snort a lot when i laugh, it’s annoying.” natalia giggles, a second snort revealing itself as she shook as much embarrassment off her shoulders as she can. her fingers loosened slightly around her cup, a calming presence washing over her as her soften gaze finds tanner once again. “someone nice to talk to? no one else has been kind to you here?” natalia feels her eyebrows furrow before she slowly extended a hand, offering it to tanner. “i’m shocked to find myself being the nicest person here but…i’m natalia. natalia harrison.” she smiles, soft and warm.
🏒 : “ you heard me. ” said in jest, of course. blond would never truly disrespect girl before him, soft spot for her rang true. still, he cannot stifle the laughter that leaves him the second her face contorts into disgust. “ that's a good sign. ” grin upon his lips only widens then, gently nudging her arm with his elbow. “ don't know. don't look at me like that, though. i'm just the handsome messenger. take the shot, nat. ”
natalia holds the shot between her fingertips, eyebrows furrowed together as she looks to grier with a blank stare. “you know,” she tilted her head, squaring her body to grier with a sly grin. “if you channeled this much energy into school…wow…” she joked, nudging him back with her elbow. she digs a bit just to get under his skin, nose scrunching in satisfaction. “are you going to take another shot with me or am i out on my own?” she holds the shot out, slowly bringing it to her lips as an attempt to have grier grab another one.
"um, not totally from the south? kentucky .... so a little bit far away from here?" savannah admitted with a slightly awkward laugh. normally, she didn't love when people made comments about her accent, but in this moment, she didn't mind it coming from natalia. "if you need a buddie to hang out for a bit, i've just been mingling to be honest?"
natalia’s face softened, understanding that she might’ve offended savannah for a moment. it wasn’t her intention to speak ill of accent, rather, she adored it. found it charming and sweet, just like savannah. “i’m sorry, i…i didn’t mean to offend you.” natalia smiles softly, cheeks burning into a deep shade of red. “kentucky sounds lovely…i could use a buddy, sure. you just have to tell me more about home, okay?”
"Of course I did, I know these things, Nat. I remember all the things my friends say to me." He welcomed the hug like he welcomed everything else when it came to Nat. The kiss had been unexpected, forcing a deep blush on his cheeks as he cleared his throat. "Well, they're both green, but the leaping leprechaun has a little gradient to it. It has Irish whiskey, rum, vodka, melon liqueur, sweet and sour, and sprite, so it's more like a hard soda, but it's delicious and comes with a cherry on top for a pop of color. Now the Welsh Dragon has melon liqueur, peach schapps, a little creme de menthe, orange juice, and pineapple juice. They're both delicious." At the suggestion of Nat making him a drink he couldn't help but smile, wondering if she had some sort of magic touch when it came to mixing drinks. "Guess, I could use a little drinky myself, hit me with your best shot, literally."
natalia listened carefully as mitchie named off the ingredients in each drink, her eyes widening a bit at the variety of mixes. she nodded along, smiled to herself, chewed on the tip of her thumb and fixated on the fact that mitchie remembered. he remembered silly little facts about her family that she wasn’t sure anyone would care to remember. “i think im going to go with the leaping leprechaun, love. it sounds right up my alley.” she smiles before turning to the half-filled bottles, looking around for the miniature shot glasses. “god…how about a classic tequila shot? can you handle it, mitch?” she beams as she finds an empty shot glass, eager to pour her friend something.
the snort eases any and all tension between the two, dani's own chuckle's integrating themselves with natalia's. “ you don't have to lie, honestly i was in need of new sneakers and they tend to go cheap there. ” despite the comment, dani reaches out to take the napkin that natalia had initially grasped, only she doesn't use it for her shoes and instead begins to wipe at the edges around the red solo cup that the other was holding. “ dip into the punch? smells deadly, ” napkin is discarded soon after, hoping the small act of kindness alleviated the future stickiness that would come from the spill. “ seriously, you don't have to apologize. could've been way worse than a little drop on my shoe. ”
natalia’s expression faltered, her eyes widening slightly at dani’s words. “no, no, i swear on my cat, lacy, that i think the shoes are cute.” her eyes follow dani’s every move, slightly surprised that someone is just as sober as she is, if not, more. natalia is used to be the one that sits out, yet she had met her match: an angel by the name of dani. “yeah, like…it could’ve gone on your entire outfit. and then i would have been begging to swap clothes as i would’ve felt terrible. absolutely, horrifically terrible.” natalia sighed, giving dani a soft smile. “you alright, love?” she asks, closing her eyes in embarrassment for a moment. “i just ask because i can be quite observant. are you having fun?”
gaze watches natalia take in the options, a smile on her features as she did so " literally always toot your own worn, or i will. i mean i will regardless, but you know." she jokes. sloane listens to the other, her eyes widening out as the words leave her lips " excuse me ? and you never told me before ? i'm hurt, " bottom lip pouts jokingly " of course i trust you, silly you don't have to ask that. i would be honored if you made me a drink. "
“it’s a hidden talent of mine, you know? sometimes, i think i was a bartender in my past life. i’m extremely gifted with pouring a guinness. i could probably show you with…” she looked around, grabbing ahold of the nearest keg tap. “so, you hold the cup at a 45 degree angle.” natalia fetches a cup, holding it at the exact angle. “then, as the beer pours…” she pulls down on the tap, slowly tilting the cup to a 90 degree angle. “you move the cup upright until the beer reaches the top.” she halts the tap, setting the cup down. “and allow it to settle for a moment. once settled, you top it off by pouring the tap away from you.” natalia demonstrates, presenting the drink to sloane. “ta da! of course, it’s disgusting beer, but it’s all the same.”
“ sorry darlin'. ” her accent mirrored nat's, but leaned more gemma collins than it did the beloved brit across from her. the act was dropped as quick as it was put on, one like that of a kid who got caught with their hand in a cookie jar taking over instead. faux shame. “ ... i uh, kinda stole some dude's phone earlier and venmoed myself $500. think he might've found out 'cause i could hear him fee-fi-foo-fuming around yelling 'that fuckin' virus'. ” which, she had to give him credit, was pretty clever. iris the virus. she'd have to look into trademarking later, maybe even use the stolen cash to fund the moniker. “ so m'trying not to get my ass handed to me. ” she took a quick drag from her joint before her own skeletal ones were bending to hoist herself upright. “ hold on – why are you hiding ? ”
the corners of her eyes crinkles in delight, the smile on her lips only widening the more iris spoke. natalia leans back on the back of the toilet, gasping as she accidentally flushed the toilet. “god, i haven’t even had that much to drink.” she sighed, running a hand over her face. natalia could barely even come up with everything that had occurred. shots, an overwhelming sense of doom mixed with amusement hovering over her, meeting someone she found herself fawning over. natalia was a mess, searching high and low for a second to breathe but came up short…until she found her dear friend in the bathroom. “you need to be careful with venmo, iris. it’s easier to track than just straight from the bank, isn’t it?” she grinned, crossing her arms over her chest. “i just needed a second to breathe, you know? the party is…extremely stuffy and my drink tastes like piss.” she shrugged. “don’t worry. i won’t let anyone know you’re here.”
❝ you looked like you were gunna flee , bunny . ❞ she teases , wide tooth grin on her features , reaching down to curl her hand in nat’s as they walk side by side . ❝ nah , get in the thick of it , stay with me , i’ll protect you . ❞ she hummed , half joking , she would never force nat to stay somewhere she didn’t want to be , but she would try and coax her into staying there . ❝ don’t drink the beer , it’s only good for keg stands , it’s half warm already … mitchie was making cocktails and then he fucked off somewhere , but the ingredients are still out . want me to make you something ? ❞ but even she knew , that whatever she made would be like jet fuel disguised in juice .
natalia remained close to fee as they weaved in and out through the crowd, laughing with every word that slipped from fee’s mouth. “you know, you’re truly one of my favorite people? i want to have as less of a filter as you do, it’s inspiring, really.” natalia noted, before fee went over the rules surrounding the disgusting nature of drinks. “should i try a keg stand then? would the entire world tilt on its axis if i try it? will the world implode?” natalia paused, nearly tempted to test it out but then she remembered who she was. “a mixed drink is good with me, love. i trust you. just know i do adore vodka over tequila, yeah?”
the thing was , she wasn’t trying to be funny , she was genuinely just being honest . she’d seen far too much of the hockey boys for it to be humanly decent at one of these parties . but she smiles , shrugging slightly . ❝ just honest really , none of them know how to keep it in their pants . ❞ they were heathens , she was sure of it and her brother led the pack . layla caught the rim of the red solo cup with her teeth , her hand releasing the plastic as she settled into a spot before taking it back in her hands , swallowing a mouthful of diet coke as she did . ❝ not a problem , love a ramble here and there , no skin off my back . ❞
natalia beamed at layla, finding her demeanor to be inspiring. while she spent majority of her time worrying about every little thing she did, layla seemed to act the opposite. at least that’s what natalia had noticed just from their very few interactions. “and how would you know that? do you see them without their pants often?” natalia grinned, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “i think i’d be a blushing mess if i happened to stumble upon them without pants on. like…i just imagined a bunch of arses and it’s made my insides burn.” natalia giggled, finishing off the rest of her drink. “want another drink? i can mix something for you.”
three hours into the party, and he was buzzing. there was that familiar warmth surging his cheeks as he excused himself from a group conversation to mingle with other people. he's weaving in and out of partygoers unaware of his surroundings ⸻ so much so that he almost crashes into someone from turning the same corner. ❝ 'ello, nat! ❞ adonis matches her accent, her choice of expletive causes a laugh to bubble out of him. it was the alcohol pooling in his system talking. ❝ sorry, sorry. i'm kinda shocked that you didn't notice a six foot five giant coming at you though. where are you going? don't tell me you're about to dip, it's not even past midnight. ❞
natalia wasn’t entirely sure. she found herself enjoying her time, a slight buzz hitting straight to her head, but something remained nestled in the pit of her stomach. despite all her friends being here, she still felt out of place. then again, everything made her feel out of place. the tiny voice in the back of her mind always told her the opposite, but she did her best to shove it down. push it aside. put up a facade and hide behind a mask that she cultivated herself. though, natalia worried it was written all over her countenance. “adonis,” she laughs, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. “my mind…it was elsewhere, i guess? cigarettes on my mind more than wondering if i’ll be running into a literal tree.” she grins, taking a careful sip of her drink. “i’m not escaping, don’t worry. you know, you’re probably the fifth person who’s said that to me? is that my reputation? irish goodbyes? i’m british, you know. we say goodbye.”