Full Name: Juniper Yaris Hastings
Nickname(s): Junebug
Age: 30
Date of Birth:
Current Location: wilmington, nc
Gender: Cis woman
Pronouns: She/they
Marital status: Single.
Children: n/a
Orientation: ?
Occupation: Head of Product Development and Marketing
Language(s) Spoken: English, French
tw: drugs
In the beginning of your life you never understood the hushed words, the way people's eyes followed you around the corner, or even at how fake their smiles seemed to be when directing their words to you. All you knew was that your father was important, even for how fleeting your time with him was. You'd catch random men with cameras taking pictures of the two of you in outings and you always thought that was weird, and you were instructed to look away to pay those strangers no mind. As you grew up you began to meet your other siblings, none of you had the same mother and none of you looked anything like each other, but you were bonded for life due to one man not being able to sit still or find the time to commit to one person.
You remember the first time you saw one of his films and thought that the man behind the screen must've been amazing, but reality soured time and time again as you were reminded that your father could never be like the many characters he portrayed. He was a man renowned for his acting prowess, able to tackle any role and deliver an oscar worthy performance, and all the tabloids spoke of it, and of the failed marriages, the illegitimate children and how such a household name could lead such a tumultuous life. Over time you saw how that man had hurt your mother, how he'd hurt all the others with his promises especially when new siblings would pop up out of the blue and the women who once resented each other now found camaraderie.
I saw the way you rebelled against him, how you were no longer daddy's little girl and instead turned the heads of the media towards yourself. A socialite in the making with a claim to fame, and then came the brand deals, the parties, and everything else that someone so young and naive could only dream of. It was an intoxicating life, and you became the party girl that gave your father the biggest of headaches, so even if this lifestyle was tiring you couldn't help but enjoy tormenting the man who helped bring you into this world. Only people who were in the know knew of your roots of how you didn't really hold onto his last name but could spend all his money on a whim.
After years of partying and the LA lifestyle you found that for all the glitz and glamour, you were tired of the backstabbing. With your father's money you took time for your schooling but you never let that party girl behind, not when you moved to that new city and planted new roots. Able to work from home, you strayed away from all that you knew in California, and simply enjoyed a quieter lifestyle even if the party girl inside is somewhat restless and wishes to come out.
