Congrats, Riley, and thank you for your patience! Submissive student Juliet Wright has been accepted! Please send in her blog to the main when you can. Thanks!
OOC Information:
Name: Riley. Pronouns: She/her & they/them. Age: 23. Timezone: PST. Activity Description: 7/10; I’m on break from school for the next month or so, so I have nothing but free time. With the holidays coming up, though, I might be just a little sporadic.
IC Information:
Character Name: Juliet Diane Wright. Age: 24. FC: Daisy Ridley. Dominant/Submissive/Switch: Submissive. Occupation: First Year Student Kinks: Bondage/shibari, pet play, knife play, orgasm control/denial, impact play, sensory play, temperature play, breath play, brats, bruises/marking, toys, roleplay, dirty talk, suspension play, open to exploration. Anti-Kinks: Watersports, scat, vore, gore, non-con or dub-con. Biography: Seven minutes.
Seven minutes separated Juliet from Erica. Seven minutes defined their childhood, their interactions, hell, it might as well have separated everything they were as individual people. Where Erica was strong and forceful, Jules was soft and gentle; it wasn’t that they didn’t exhibit one another’s traits in any conceivable way, no, just that they were entirely different people. Almost polar opposite on the surface from the very moment they drew breath. It never mattered to either of them as children, of course— they were twins, and that distinction in and of itself created a nearly unbreakable bond between them. Jules admired her sister; loved her fiercely and openly and hoped as they got older she’d be capable of being a fraction as dynamic and incredible as she believed her sister to be.
As Erica took it upon herself to become their caretaker, in many ways, as their parents seemed to have less and less time for the three of them— Jules spent much of her time at her side; helping where she could, a deep and almost constant desire to be of use to everyone around her while she took care of them was never quite one she could, or even wanted to shake. In her spare time she fostered her deep and immediate love for the sciences, and, after her first practice at the age of seven— soccer. Two wildly different sets of interests that seemed to represent the fully in-between state Jules often found herself in; she wasn’t one who lived in binaries, though their entire society was dominated by one. She was happy doing the things she loved, things she was comfortable with in spite of everything— she wanted nothing more than to feel happy and settled, and for those around her to share the same joy.
It wasn’t a surprise to her, nor the rest of her family, that when she was finally of an age to be designated she walked away as a submissive— it felt perfectly normal to her to be given the title, and though she adapted to it readily and more than comfortable, it was the beginning of a long pattern of fretting and anxiety about her own future that she didn’t remotely begin to face until she entered high school.
Her interest in the sciences became an ardent passion— she wanted to practice medicine more than she wanted a great many things; to become a surgeon and spend her life helping people, saving them, making their lives better as a whole— nothing sounded more appealing. It amounted to little more than a pipe dream as she butted up against countless people telling her there was no way she’d be able to pursue her dreams; not while submissives were relegated to specific work areas. Not being born as she had been. It was a startling realization for Jules to come to terms with and as high school went on and this realization sunk in she all but fell apart. Panic attacks at the drop of a hat. Becoming withdrawn from nearly everyone in her life. Acting out. Rebelling against a system she felt had failed her in every way.
It wasn’t until she was seventeen and her father forced her to speak to a physician about everything she’d been experiencing that she was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. It was eye-opening. She became more and more intent on becoming a surgeon, in spite of her disorder, determined to combat and rise above whatever curve balls her mental illness seemed intent on throwing into her life. Her parents supported her to the furthest extent they felt they could, only requesting that she take as much time as she felt she needed to make her choice in the end.
Considering she had been ready to push her way into the profession since she was a child, she wasn’t sure she’d have to wait all that long to really make the choice but she relented, working to save money at local businesses and modeling occasionally for Vogue while she bided her time. Some part of her, she knew, was simply waiting for the laws themselves to change— waiting to be able to take advantage of an opportunity she felt quite strongly she should already have but it wasn’t her place to argue. It was a welcome reprieve when the laws changed to an extent and she made the decision to attend college— to really take the first steps towards her future, perhaps a bit later than most, but she felt confident in her decisions, certain it was the best one she could have been making and thus, she found herself heading to St. Brendan’s.