Name: Tasha Alhassan Age: 28 years old Birthday: Dec, 25th Zodiac: Capricorn Hometown: Vancouver Time in Seattle: About 3 years Occupation: Fashion Designer & Entrepreneur
+ hard working, charismatic, dedicated.
- stubborn, judgmental, superficial
BIOGRAPHY
tws: cancer, death
Born on Christmas morning. That's what her name means in Russian, according to her parents. They expected a boy, and one born a little bit later, so when Tasha arrived to this world, they had been wildly unprepared with a proper name. It sounded good, though, and was quite easy to spell- her parents agreed, after a lifetime of having to spell their names with every person they talked to. Even when there was no need to write it. People could be so annoying about names, nationalities, ethnic backgrounds- it sucked, but Tasha's parents were dedicated to make her life a little easier.
A big house with huge windows and lots of natural light welcomed Tasha and saw her grow older year by year. She had always been daddy's little girl, and although her mom was just as important for her, there was a special connection that Tasha had with her father, that only grew tighter as she grew older. It did not help that she started to realize her mother's true intentions with the family. Sure, she loved Tasha with her entire life, but her interest with her husband was merely economic. Tasha's father was a big time lawyer for celebrities and big profile cases like politicians and sportsmen, so they were a pretty well off family. and her mother LOVED that. Tasha was about thirteen when she found out her mother was cheating on her father, after getting home from school early- literally saw them in the act. It was traumatizing, and as close as she felt to her father, she could not keep it to herself. They got a divorce, her mother moved to Seattle, and to this day, Tasha still blames herself for it.
It was irrelevant to her mother, it seemed. She married the guy she had been fucking for the past three years (Tasha later found out), and apparently, she found true love in him and a family with his daughter- now Tasha's step sister. It didn't sit right with Tasha, of course. She never quite liked the girl despite being well aware it was not her fault, but she liked even less her mother's new husband. Tasha's father was heartbroken, on the other side. He had grown up rich as well, which made him aware of his privileges, but there were very few ones when it came to social and romantic connections. People were not honest, let alone loyal when there is an economic interest in between. Tasha learned that as well, so she grew a tougher exterior, and as she got into her teen years, she turned into her high school's Queen Bee. She was a cheerleader, the top of her class and prom queen on top of that.
Tasha gained a lot of confidence around boys, and a lot of power around girls, but none of this mattered when she moved to New York to follow her dreams of becoming a fashion designer. She was accepted into Parsons, though to this day she is not sure if her last name had something to do with it- it didn't really matter though. She would never throw away the opportunity to live her dreams. But living in New York was harder than she thought.
Back in her hometown, in the area where she lived, she was Queen Bee. She reigned the social circles, organized the parties, but in New York, she was just another dreamer. Nobody knew her name, or what the house she grew up on looked like. And suddenly, she found herself almost completely alone. It was a tough time for her, but she managed to survive- created a small group of friends, and soon it was as if her old mean girl personality had gone to rehab. Tasha was more down to earth, or at least sounded like it- the little voice in her brain would never stop judging people on a first impression. She was kinder, though. And her career was starting to take off, it seemed. She was making things for some independent events, and selling a few things of her own making to different stores and boutiques around the city. It was working.
And then reality hit. Her father called one day- didn't want to scare her but he had been diagnosed with lung cancer. It was not treatable- he had only a few months. No, no need to come back home- please... but Tasha knew he wanted her to come home. She subleased her apartment, put his dream on a temporary pause, and moved back home to be with her father for however long he had left. He passed away almost one full year later. He had lived against the odds, but it had not been enough time for Tasha to properly say goodbye to him. One thing was clear, though- even if the giant house was on her name, she could not keep it with so many memories living inside those walls.
It was a call from her mother that made her take the decision to move to Seattle to be closer to her. Tasha was in heavy need of love and support, and even when she had barely gotten from her mother in her adult life, her voice sounded sincere over the phone. Tasha believed her, and with the money from the house, she got an apartment for herself, and invested everything else in her own business. She rented a little shop downtown, lots of material, and in a few months, she was opening her boutique and that's how Changing Seasons started.
Her relationship with her mother is rocky to this day. She still can't stand her husband, and resists the idea to have a relationship with her step sister. She's a full adult now, and she knows she should be the mature one, but old habits die hard, and when Tasha wants to be petty, she can be the Queen of Petty.
Unless you're one of those people, Tasha is pretty charming. She is very social and thrives in groups and big parties. She is very elegant in the way she dresses, even if she's just going to the store. She thinks she can meet the love of her life in every corner. When it comes to friends, she is loyal to the very few ones she will let in. Romance, however, doesn't come easy for her. She's a total flirt, and she is very good at getting what she wants, but her heart has a very large stone wall around it.
Possible connections include exes (messy, good terms, all kinds), friends with benefits, hook ups & booty calls, flirtationships. friendships of all kinds- give me a girl gang, but also give me that male best friend she can count on. coworkers, neighbors, clients, people she’s designed dresses for, friends of her step sister, HER STEP SISTER.... anything your mind can think of. I will say yes.